Chapter 724

"A man like you, and you dare call yourself a famous general?"

"Are all the famous generals of the Great Yuan such worthless men?"

One speech, and it left these personal guards utterly embarrassed.

Borhu himself, even more so, was red-faced and ears burning.

Although the order to loose the first arrow was not given by him.

Yet after suffering the setback, the order for the mounted archery tactic was indeed given by him.

This sort of behavior, compared to Sikong Yuchi Zhen who clearly had the chance yet insisted on appearing openly and honorably, formed a stark contrast.

Borhu even felt a burning shame within himself.

Sikong Yuchi Zhen smiled,

"I feel my words have already touched your soul!"

Then he drew the long sword at his waist, pointed it at the great banner, and said to Borhu,

"In this battle, you have lost after all!"

After speaking, he circulated his true essence and slashed toward the great banner.

"Old Ancestor White Camel, make your move quickly…"

If the great banner were cut down, then he would indeed have lost this battle.

How could Borhu endure it? He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs.

This Old Ancestor White Camel was a man of White Camel Mountain in Xizhou, that is, the grandfather of Ouyang Feng of White Camel Mountain.

Ever since he achieved his success, he had feigned death and slipped away into the Great Yuan, becoming a royal offering of the Great Yuan.

All along, his reputation had remained obscure, simply because he did not want people to know he had joined the Great Yuan.

Among the royal offerings of the Great Yuan, his ranking was only after Watching Bi Xuan.

This time, Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan had been ordered out, so he hid in the shadows, protecting Borhu.

If Sikong Yuchi Zhen had just made a move to assassinate Borhu, he would definitely have appeared directly to fight.

But now, Sikong Yuchi Zhen was heading for the great banner, so he actually did not want to come out and fight.

After all, the great banner in his eyes was nothing but a dead object.

Sikong Yuchi Zhen, this man, looked young, yet he was a figure who could wound the Demon Master and make even Wu Zun give way.

Such a person, before Old Ancestor White Camel went mad, he would not dare to provoke lightly.

Because the great banner was made with a century-old tree as its pole, it was not only tall, but also extremely thick.

Within it, the Great Yuan had also added some sturdy inscriptions upon it.

So much so that Sikong Yuchi Zhen's first sword slash only caused the great banner to shake violently once.

On the banner pole, only a series of cracks appeared.

Clearly, two more slashes at most, and this great banner would fall.

Borhu called out, yet saw Old Ancestor White Camel did not appear.

Thinking for a moment, he immediately understood the reason he had not appeared.

This man joined the Great Yuan and became an offering, simply out of fear of death.

Sikong Yuchi Zhen's Kang Long Mace was something even the Demon Master Meng Chixing could not withstand.

Old Ancestor White Camel avoiding and not coming out was truly the nature of his disposition.

But regardless of whether Old Ancestor White Camel came out or not, this great banner must be protected.

"You men, attack for me, we cannot allow Sikong Yuchi Zhen to cut down the great banner.

Otherwise our army's morale will collapse, and I'm afraid it will be dangerous!"

Since Old Ancestor White Camel did not heed the call, and the situation was extremely critical, Borhu immediately ordered his personal guards.

These personal guards were either brothers who had shared life and death with him, or his in-laws.

Normally, if there was something, they could even block a blade for him.

At this moment, they also knew the urgency of the great banner.

Although Sikong Yuchi Zhen was fearsome, the great banner was more important!

"Brothers, follow me and attack."

The captain of the personal guards was the first to draw his curved saber, leaped up, and charged toward Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

His personal guards, at this moment, also reacted, all leaping up together and following the captain to charge at Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

Sikong Yuchi Zhen was about to deliver his second slash, when he saw the captain of the personal guards charging at him, his sword suddenly changed direction, thrusting toward the captain.

In fact, Sikong Yuchi Zhen's cultivation, after days of bloody battles on the battlefield, was already at the half-step Earthly Immortal Realm.

This captain of the personal guards had only gotten this position through his sister's connection, not because his actual cultivation was that high.

Wu Gong cultivation being inferior to Sikong Yuchi Zhen was one thing, he had not even clearly seen Sikong Yuchi Zhen's moves.

He only saw Sikong Yuchi Zhen's sword technique change suddenly as it drew near.

Clearly thrusting toward the captain's face, causing him to swing his saber back to defend.

The next moment, after Sikong Yuchi Zhen changed his move, a single sword slash came down diagonally.

Under the infusion of his true essence, the long sword was incomparably sharp.

One sword cleanly severed the captain's right arm at the elbow!

"Ah…"

Suffering this grievous wound, the captain screamed miserably, and fell from midair to Borhu's side.

Seeing his brother-in-law suffer such a grievous wound, Borhu had no time to show concern.

After all, the most pressing matter now was to stop Sikong Yuchi Zhen from continuing to chop at the great banner.

On the other side, though the captain of the guards had been heavily wounded and forced back in a single exchange,

the remaining guards still charged at Sikong Yuchi Zhen without fear of death.

These guards' Wu Gong levels varied.

But no one among them could take even a single move or half-form from Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

Yet they were Borhu's guards, and also Borhu's last line of defense.

This was the moment to lay down their lives in service; none of them retreated.

Sikong Yuchi Zhen was entangled by them, and for the moment could not cut out a second sword strike.

"Eh! That's not right—how can so many people entangle Sikong Yuchi Zhen?"

Borhu had been nervous, but seeing Sikong Yuchi Zhen hesitate to deliver a second sword strike, a sudden inspiration struck him.

Where was the Kuanglong Mace?

That majestic Kuanglong Mace, which could shatter even the ice blades of the Devil Master Meng Chixing's psychic power with a single strike—where was it?

That's right!

Only now did Borhu react.

Earlier, the northern battle report had mentioned someone wielding the Kuanglong Mace, leading the Tang Army out of the city in a sudden strike to rescue Wang Xiaojie's five thousand men.

He, along with Meng Chixing, Watching Bi Xuan and others, had judged that person to be Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

He hadn't expected that it wasn't Sikong Yuchi Zhen at all!

There was only one Sikong Yuchi Zhen, and only one Kuanglong Mace!

"White Camel Old Ancestor, the Kuanglong Mace isn't here—it's in the north.

This man is bluffing; without the Kuanglong Mace he's a toothless tiger!"

These guards could entangle Sikong Yuchi Zhen, but they couldn't kill him.

Only the White Camel Old Ancestor, whose cultivation far surpassed Sikong Yuchi Zhen's, might be able to kill him.

That was why Borhu kept calling out across the distance to the White Camel Old Ancestor.

The White Camel Old Ancestor had naturally taken in everything on this side from the start.

What he feared was naturally not Sikong Yuchi Zhen, but the Kuanglong Mace in his hand.

Vaguely, he recalled that someone had indeed mentioned earlier that the Kuanglong Mace had appeared in the north.

Now, during Sikong Yuchi Zhen's exchanges with these guards, he showed no intention of using the Kuanglong Mace at all.

Nothing like his earlier stance of charging freely through the Wan Army.

A wild joy surged faintly in the White Camel Old Ancestor's heart!