Chapter 731

"Grand General Xie!"

Wulisu, seeing Bolhu's approval, immediately smiled and continued,

"Moreover, even if the Qinglong Society guards Yanmen Pass, so what?"

At these words, Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan's faces changed drastically.

They had thought this Wulisu had lost his mind, and were ready to explain to him just how terrifying the Qinglong Society was.

But before they could speak, Wulisu continued on,

"I know some of you want to say how terrifying the Qinglong Society is.

How it's the number one taboo of Jiuzhou, peerless under heaven, its Great Dragon Chief once silenced one hundred thousand Qixie soldiers with a single sword.

Or how it's the immortal Master Changsheng, who commands Tonglingtian Sect and calls himself a god—Di Shitian.

Or the great demon god Xiao Jingtian, the Grand Boss Xiao Aoshi.

But so what?"

What the hell?

You know all this, and you still say "so what"?

Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan truly wanted to curse.

Could this Wulisu have lost his mind from today's defeat?

"No matter how powerful they are, they'd never care about such a small place.

Otherwise, even if the Great Dragon Chief just hurled another sword from beyond the heavens, wouldn't we all be forced to kneel?"

"..."

Everyone, including Bolhu, Meng Chixing, and Watching Bi Xuan, felt a chill run down their necks.

The Yuan's fear of Ximen Wudi ran deep into their bones.

After all, not a single expert in the Yuan could break through realms, let alone silence one hundred thousand Qixie soldiers with one sword!

Those were the Yuan's most elite troops!

With one hundred thousand Qixie soldiers, wouldn't this tiny Yanmen Pass fall within a single day?

But what exactly do you mean, Wulisu?

Are you hoping Ximen Wudi really does hurl a sword?

No one dared respond, terrified that the number one taboo of Jiuzhou might just now be paying attention here.

And that, because of this fool Wulisu, they'd get a sword thrown at them.

"Yi Tianxing's arrogant style actually stems from the Qinglong Society's way of doing things.

Since he didn't say anything, then regardless of whether the Qinglong Society has any connection to Yanmen Pass,

we might as well attack first—after all, they didn't say anything, so we don't know.

This is precisely 'ignorance excuses guilt'!

If they appear to stop us, then Yanmen Pass truly cannot be attacked.

We'll just retreat then!

If they don't appear to stop us, then we seize this last sliver of hope."

Hearing "ignorance excuses guilt," Bolhu nearly wept.

Today, the White Camel Ancestor may have been impulsive, but he and Meng Chixing truly didn't know Yi Tianxing, did they?

Yet even so, because the White Camel Ancestor foolishly spoke the wrong words,

Yi Tianxing used it as an excuse to swindle him!

Could the Qinglong Society really let someone off with "ignorance excuses guilt"?

Bolhu did not believe this at all!

But Wulisu was right—Yanmen Pass was indeed Bolhu's army's only hope.

If they captured it, and Bolhu's army occupied it, they might hold out and wait for reinforcements, breaking the Tang's trap of catching a turtle in a jar.

If they failed, Bolhu truly didn't know what to do.

Thinking of this, Bolhu immediately hardened his resolve and slammed his palm hard onto the table,

"Good! Wulisu speaks well!

Issue orders: day and night, without pause, force the civilian laborers to attack Yanmen Pass relentlessly.

Master of Demons, Wu Zun, please coordinate your patrons and all the Wu Lin aoshou to assist in shifts."

The generals bowed solemnly in obedience; Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan exchanged glances, both seeing worry in each other's eyes.

But right now, there was only one path—to capture Yanmen Pass—and they could only accept the order.

That night, the remaining civilian laborers, driven by the Yuan army, began a siege more brutal than the previous seven days combined.

Now the Yuan army had nowhere to retreat; every commander knew there was only one path—to capture Yanmen Pass.

Thus, they no longer tried to minimize casualties as before.

Instead, they drove forward these civilians—who were mostly not Yuan subjects—to exhaust the Tang army's attention and arrow supplies and siege equipment.

Then, Yuan soldiers trampled over the corpses of the civilians and stormed Yanmen Pass in a frenzy.

Added to this were Yuan patron experts, disciples of the Mo Shi Palace and Wuzun Sect, and other Wu Lin aoshou mixed among them.

For a time, even with Wang Xiaojie's nearly five thousand fresh troops,

and with Wang Xiaojie himself personally commanding, the night's assault still inflicted heavy losses on the Tang army.

At least that night, none of them got any rest.

Yet throughout that night, no matter how desperate things became, Sikong Yuchi Zhen never appeared again.

Instead, Pei Xingjian continued disguising himself as Sikong Yuchi Zhen, and with Ba Fenghan's aid, broke out to fight.

Meng Chixing, Watching Bi Xuan, and others assumed these two were from the Qinglong Society, so they deliberately avoided meeting them.

After a night of battle, not a single other member of the Qinglong Society appeared, besides these two.

Even Yi Tianxing, whom Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan feared most, showed not the slightest sign.

"It seems the Qinglong Society indeed has no objection to our attacking Yanmen Pass."

"But what exactly do Master Kou Zhong and Ba Fenghan mean?"

After a night of fierce battle, Bolohu, who had watched for a long time, could no longer hold back and asked Meng Chixing beside him.

Since we must take turns assaulting the city, we must rotate forces.

Fortunately, Meng Chixing had suffered two injuries, both involving spiritual energy damage—the hardest kind to repair.

Therefore, that night's deployment of warriors fell under Meng Chixing's responsibility.

And Meng Chixing, while healing, remained by Bolohu's side.

Since Sikong Yuchi Zhen took advantage of the camp's emptiness yesterday and felled the central command banner.

Meng Chixing and Watching Bi Xuan realized Bolohu could not be left unprotected.

With the White Camel Ancestor absent, they had no choice but to take the field themselves.

Hearing Bolohu's question, Meng Chixing opened his eyes and gazed at the distant sky gradually brightening.

He exhaled a long, foul breath, then spoke slowly,

"Perhaps Master Kou Zhong is not a true member of the Qinglong Society."

"What?"

Bolohu was startled.

"If they were Qinglong Society members, they would have warned us outright, like Yi Tianxing did."

Wouldn't even you, Grand General, find your troops unwilling to continue attacking, if they feared you might get sliced like that?"

Ximen Wudi's single sword slew one hundred thousand Qixie soldiers—a fact known throughout the land.

The Great Yuan military knew this incident in excruciating detail.

Nearly every Great Yuan soldier, whether officer or infantryman, feared Ximen Wudi might strike them with that same sword.

Though the likelihood was minuscule.

Thus, the Great Yuan military feared the Qinglong Society most of all!

Meng Chixing's words were not an exaggeration!

"That makes sense…"

Bolohu nodded in agreement.