Chapter 475

As for the two Great Qin attendants, they were also suffering.

They sat cross-legged on the square before the grand hall, faces pale, constantly regulating their breath.

Hu Hai, who had been arrogant and domineering, and Li Longji, who had hidden knives behind smiles, now both wore helpless grimaces as they stood beside Qiao Feng.

"Great Hero Qiao, Lord Qiao, this was all ordered by His Imperial Majesty…"

Having been defeated in one move by Qiao Feng, Hu Hai had no recourse but to invoke Qin Huang Ying Zheng.

But before he could finish, Qiao Feng cut him off.

"I, Qiao, have come under the orders of the Great Dragon Chief. If Ying Zheng refuses to submit, let him come to Qinglong Peak and argue with the Great Dragon Chief himself!"

My god, if we knew where Qinglong Peak was, we'd have gone long ago!

Just going to argue with the Great Dragon Chief? Forget it!

Hu Hai grimaced—Qiao Feng was impervious to both persuasion and threats, and he was in a bind.

"Lord Qiao, even if you overpower us with force, it won't help."

"The Great Yuan's hundred-thousand Qixie Army has already reached the northern border of Xi Xia."

"How many men can the Qinglong Society spare to support Xi Xia?"

Li Longji did not invoke Wu Zetian; instead, he brought up the Great Yuan.

The final remark was directed at Li Dewang, who had just arrived.

Everywhere, forces are attacking the Qinglong Society's peripheral factions; its members are scattered far and wide.

Where could they spare extra hands to rush to Xi Xia?

If Xi Xia falls, will Li Dewang still offer his daughter to the Qinglong Society?

As long as he refuses, there are still options.

Upon hearing this, Li Dewang's face darkened with distress.

He had only thought of the Qinglong Society's intervention, but forgotten to ask Qiao Feng how many had actually come.

"Uh… Great Hero Qiao, how many men did the Qinglong Society send this time?"

Though embarrassed, Li Dewang still asked.

"For such a trivial matter, I alone am sufficient."

Qiao Feng was straightforward, offering no excuses or cover.

"Heh…"

Li Longji and Hu Hai both laughed.

"Your Majesty, the Great Yuan's Chancellor Yelu Chu requests an audience."

At that moment, a Eunuch announced loudly.

"Ha! King Li, twenty years since we last met—how I've missed…"

Before the Eunuch finished speaking, Yelu Chu burst in, flanked by over a dozen guards.

But upon entering and seeing the situation, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"Who are you?"

Yelu Chu was sharp—he instantly sensed Qiao Feng controlled the scene and addressed him directly.

"Good! Since you're the Great Yuan's Chancellor, order your Qixie Army to retreat!"

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, leapt forward in one bound, and charged at Yelu Chu.

"Stop him!"

Yelu Chu panicked and ordered his guards to intercept.

He turned to flee using lightness arts.

Too bad—even without the Po Yuan Pill, Qiao Feng was beyond these minor thugs.

Before Yelu Chu could turn, Qiao Feng shattered all the guards with one palm strike.

His other palm, seemingly slow yet deceptively swift, settled on Yelu Chu's shoulder.

"Chancellor Yelu, lend me a hand…"

His hand descended; true qi surged out, sealing every meridian point on Yelu Chu's body.

"Incredible…"

To Li Dewang, whose martial skill was third-rate, it seemed like a blur—he blinked, and Qiao Feng had already subdued Yelu Chu.

"King Li, wait here. I'll be right back."

Qiao Feng seized Yelu Chu and flew northward through the air.

"Is Qiao Feng really going to face a hundred-thousand Qixie Army alone?"

Li Longji and Hu Hai exchanged glances, finding it utterly absurd.

The Great Yuan's Qixie Army was on par with the Great Tang's Yulin Guard and the Great Qin's Qin Ruishi.

These armies didn't just brim with experts—they were reinforced by formation arts.

A thousand Qixie soldiers could trap a Land Immortal.

Could a hundred thousand Qixie soldiers be defeated by Qiao Feng?

"Quick! Prepare the carriage—I'm going to the border with the Imperial Guard!"

Li Dewang was terrified—how could Qiao Feng go alone against the Qixie Army?

If he met with misfortune, how could Li Dewang answer to the Qinglong Society?

Without hesitation, he ordered the finest troops of Yinchuan City to accompany him immediately.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Qiao Feng carried Yelu Chu, racing like the wind until they reached Xi Xia's northern border.

Landing atop the city wall, he looked out—indeed, a hundred-thousand Qixie soldiers stood like a vast sea beyond the pass.

This Keshan Guard truly lives up to its reputation as an elite force — a hundred thousand troops, standing tall outside the pass.

Without any order given, they stood like wooden carvings, not moving at all.

Even the fine steeds beneath them were utterly still.

"Truly an elite force!"

Qiao Feng was once the Gai Gang Gang, and had crossed swords with the Great Liao and Western Xia.

He had also done some study on military formations.

At a rough glance, the Keshan Guard truly lived up to its name as one of the three great elite forces under heaven.

Its momentum and martial might far surpassed the armies of the Great Song, Great Liao, and Western Xia!

"Prime Minister Yelu, please speak — order the Keshan Guard to withdraw."

Qiao Feng shoved Yelu Chu onto the border pass wall, his tone brooking no refusal.

Yelu Chu's face was full of a bitter smile; he turned his head and said,

"Brave warrior, although I am the Prime Minister of the Great Yuan, how could I possibly command the Keshan Guard?"

"The commander of this Keshan Guard before us is the Great Yuan Khan's fourth son, Prince Tuo Lei."

"Prince Tuo Lei?"

Qiao Feng recalled the Qinglong Society's files and now had a rough understanding of Prince Tuo Lei.

"Then shout out, tell Prince Tuo Lei to come out and see me!"

"Say that the altar master of the Thirty-Second Branch Altar of the Qinglong Society, codename 'Second of February,' Qiao Feng, requests an audience."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Yelu Chu was first stunned for a moment, then Empress Yinyue vaguely guessed Qiao Feng's idea.

A hundred thousand Keshan Guard troops could trap even an ordinary supreme Mythical Realm master.

No matter how powerful you are, could you possibly overturn heaven itself?

"Good!"

"Fourth Prince, here is the altar master of the Thirty-Second Branch Altar of the Qinglong Society, codename 'Second of February,' Qiao Feng, who wishes to meet you."

Feeling Qiao Feng's true essence flow over, Yelu Chu directly raised his voice and shouted aloud.

The Keshan Guard stood immovable; after a moment, they parted like waves.

Then he saw Prince Tuo Lei riding a tall steed, escorted by a host of experts, arriving before the Keshan Guard's great formation.

He reined in his horse and raised his whip, pointing at Qiao Feng,

"Altar Master Qiao, I am Prince Tuo Lei."

"Let's talk things over properly — release Prime Minister Yelu first, how about it?"

Yelu Chu's cultivation was not high, but he was the Prime Minister of the Great Yuan.