Chapter 698

"Hehe! A moment ago you could walk, now you can only roll."

Kou Zhong seemed to have gotten a mischievous idea, and said just that.

"Huh? Okay, I'll roll, I'll roll!"

Old Xu understood the meaning of this Kou Altar Master; though he felt humiliated, he feared this Altar Master would seize the chance to fly into a rage.

He could only lie down on the ground at once and roll out of the official's hall.

After rolling out, he was already covered in dust, and was just about to stand up.

Ba Fenghan followed him out and said coldly,

"The Altar Master said, roll out of Yanmen Pass."

"Fine! I'll roll..."

Old Xu was utterly humiliated, yet dared not resist; he could only use his true energy to roll upward into the sky.

At once, a strange sight appeared.

High in midair, a figure neither walked nor flew—he rolled all the way from inside Yanmen Pass to the outside.

Everywhere he passed, both Tang and Yuan armies saw it clearly.

The Tang defenders, seeing the man wore steppe attire, naturally understood he had been tormented by a master within the city.

They all cheered wildly, shouting "Great Tang Divine Might!"

In contrast, the Yuan army saw their own patron, arrogant and domineering, follow Bi Xuan into Chengguan.

When they emerged, Bi Xuan and the others were dusty and disheveled, needless to say—but the last patron to come out was rolling.

This not only lost him his own face, but wiped clean the Yuan's honor as well.

Instantly, the Yuan army's morale, already low, plummeted to rock bottom.

Without morale to sustain them, the battle could no longer continue.

General Wulisu, sensing the tide turning, immediately sent word to Bolhu.

Bolhu had been confident and triumphant, believing today's open strategy would surely break Yanmen Pass.

Yet after waiting and waiting, he received no news of the defense array being shattered—only word that morale on the northern front had collapsed and the patron squad had returned in defeat.

Instantly, Bolhu was so furious his nose nearly crooked.

But he knew that if the northern assault could not proceed, today's entire battle plan was thoroughly ruined.

He could only order all three armies to halt their assault and sound the retreat.

"Retreat? I..."

High in midair, Meng Chixing, resisting a barrage of eighteen siege crossbows, was nearly driven to spit blood from rage.

Today, his disciples of the Demon Master's Palace had suffered at least a hundred casualties.

He himself had been pinned down by the siege crossbows, unable to raise his head.

He had also sustained minor injuries from the Kanglong Club.

After a full day of effort, he gained nothing but took blows and wounds—who wouldn't be furious?

But military orders were ironclad; even as the Demon Master, he could only reluctantly obey and withdraw in bitter resentment.

After waving to block another volley of siege crossbows and cover the retreat of the main force and the Demon Master's Palace disciples, he finally withdrew, seething with indignation.

Fifty thousand Yuan soldiers, fifty thousand laborers, countless experts—thousands were lost beneath the walls; after a half-day of fierce assault, it ended in a hasty retreat.

The Tang defenders on the walls, seeing this, rejoiced wildly, shouting "Great Tang Divine Might!"

The Yuan army's morale plunged even further.

Bolhu, furious beyond measure, after retreating to camp, ordered General Wulisu, Bi Xuan, and all the patrons to come immediately to the southern command tent.

505 How dare you impersonate the Qinglong Society?

"Report! General Wulisu, Wu Zun, and all the patrons await outside."

No sooner had Bolhu issued his order than his personal guard announced loudly.

"So soon?"

Bolhu felt a slight surprise, exchanged a glance with Meng Chixing, then ordered Bi Xuan and the others to enter.

"Grand General, your servant comes to beg forgiveness."

General Wulisu entered the central command tent and immediately knelt to the ground.

Bolhu did not even look at him; his eyes were fixed on Bi Xuan and the other Yuan patrons, filled with questions.

He was Grand General of Yuan; Wulisu was his subordinate—he could treat him thus.

But Bi Xuan and the others were Yuan patrons, belonging to a different system entirely.

Aside from the Golden Clan of Temujin and the State Protectors, these imperial patrons answered to no one.

"Bi Xuan, what exactly went wrong?"

Meng Chixing was also furious now—he had suffered minor injuries, and many of his Demon Master's Palace disciples were lost.

He also understood Bolhu's position, knowing the Grand General could not ask directly, so Meng Chixing asked on his behalf.

As the Demon Master and an outstanding figure among the Yuan imperial patrons,

Meng Chixing, once he broke through to the Mythical Realm, would unquestionably become a State Protector.

Thus, none of the Yuan patrons dared to challenge him.

Even Bi Xuan held some respect for this Demon Master.

Hearing his question, the normally defiant Bi Xuan sighed and said,

"Demon Master, it is not that we did not give our all, nor that General Wulisu failed in his duty.

The truth is, an unforeseen variable has appeared within Yanmen Pass."

He then recounted the appearance of Kou Zhong and Ba Fenghan within the Yanmen Pass official hall.

Upon learning that Kou Zhong was the altar master of the 331st sub-altar of the Qinglong Society, that Ba Fenghan was a sub-altar emissary, and that he had swiftly slain that Fire Dragon Palm Elder.

Inside the great tent, it was so quiet a dropped needle could be heard.

Qinglong Society!

Again the Qinglong Society!

Almost every recent major move by the Great Yuan on the opposing side, the Qinglong Society would appear!

Bo Erhu smashed the bronze goblet before him in fury, while Seeing Meng Chixing had stomped the ground to pieces.

Only afterward did Bo Erhu gradually suppress his rage and ask,

"Wu Zun, is this Kou Zhong confirmed to be an altar master of the Qinglong Society?"

If he truly is an altar master of the Qinglong Society, then if the Great Tang dares to lightly provoke the Qinglong Society, Yanmen Pass can forget about being taken.

After all, the Great Yuan has not yet made preparations for an all-out war with the Qinglong Society.

"Not confirmed…"

Watching Bi Xuan gave a wry smile and shook his head.

Kou Zhong had indeed vanished without a trace, but to say he had suddenly ascended to the seat of Qinglong Society altar master was indeed inconceivable.

After all, this altar master position looks lowly.

In truth, throughout the world, as long as the Qinglong Society extends an olive branch to most martial artists, none would dare refuse.

Because those who refused have almost all died!

What He Deheneng does Kou Zhong possess, how could he become an altar master of the Qinglong Society?

"Aside from empty words, does he have no other object to prove his identity?"

Seeing Meng Chixing, seeing him speak thus, could not help pressing further.

"There isn't…"

Watching Bi Xuan shook his head again.

"Then…"

Bo Erhu's eyes lit up and he said,

"Could we ask the Demon Master and Wu Zun to act together, to trap that man and that Ba Fenghan?"

"That won't do…"

Seeing Meng Chixing, Watching Bi Xuan, and even that whole group of Great Yuan Elders immediately spoke up in unison to dissuade him.

"Grand General! If he is not a man of the Qinglong Society, all is well, but if he truly is of the Qinglong Society, doing so would put the Great Yuan in a very passive position."

Seeing Bo Erhu's ugly expression, Seeing Meng Chixing could only explain.

"Then what is to be done? Sound the retreat and withdraw to the Great Yuan?"