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Chapter 1488 Reinforcements Arrive from Yulu City

"Hmph, at least that monk ran fast!"

Wu Wudi withdrew his attack, and the golden true energy around him gradually subsided. He glanced at Huang Shang, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"If you hadn't interfered just now, I would have already killed this barbarian with my fists. How could he have escaped?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Shang's expression darkened slightly.

After a few brief exchanges, even a Taoist master like himself could tell that Wu Wudi was arrogant and disdainful of teaming up with others. Therefore, he didn't bother with him and simply said calmly.

"Brother Wu's martial arts are unparalleled, I admire you. However, the fact that you were able to severely injure Phagpa this time is also due to our joint efforts."

"Now that the Mongols have suffered a setback, General Zhao Kuangyin should be fine for the time being. Brother Wu has also fulfilled the Duke of Zhenguo's instructions."

Wu Wudi pursed his lips and didn't reply.

Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with Huang Shang's actions, he had to admit that if Huang Shang hadn't diverted some of Phagpa's attention, it wouldn't have been easy for him to so easily injure Phagpa.

Moreover, Huang Shang was, after all, an ally approved by Su Ye, so he couldn't go too far.

The Xuanwu True Qi around him gradually subsided, and the dragon and tiger aura surrounding him also dissipated, but the arrogance between his brows remained undiminished.

Seeing that he stopped arguing, Huang Shang nodded slightly and then turned his gaze to Zhao Kuangyin.

At this moment, Zhao Kuangyin had also cleaned up the mess on the battlefield and was leading his remaining troops toward them.

He looked at Wu Wudi standing side by side with Huang Shang, his face full of complicated emotions—Su Ye had so many top experts under his command, which deepened his fear of Su Ye.

At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of the retainers of the Divine Martial Hall under Su Ye, at least until Su Ye needed him, he should not have to worry about the Mongols using such methods to behead him again. This undoubtedly increased his chances of defeating the Mongols.

"Commander Lan, the lord's orders have been fulfilled. The rest is up to your Luo Wang. I have other important matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now!"

Wu Wudi glanced at Zhao Kuangyin, then ignored him and turned to speak to the void behind him.

Before he finished speaking, he swayed and used the "Plum Blossom Step" technique to its fullest extent, disappearing into the depths of the poplar forest like a shooting star, leaving only a hearty laugh echoing in the air.

"You Mongol barbarians, wash your necks and wait for me! Hahaha!"

Lan Dushou emerged from the shadows, looked in the direction where Wu Wudi had disappeared, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. He then turned to Zhao Kuangyin and said in a sinister tone.

"General Zhao, the top experts of the Mongols have now been defeated. The rest is up to you. My lord said that if you need intelligence support from the Luo Wang, you can contact us at any time."

Zhao Kuangyin nodded, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Many thanks to Commander Lan, and many thanks to the Duke of Zhenguo for his help. As long as the Mongol threat is not eliminated, the northern border of our Great Qian will not be at peace. I, Zhao, will do my utmost to defend Yuzhou!"

Looking at the corpses of Bai Sun Dao Ren and Jin Lun Fa Wang on the ground, and recalling Phagpa's disheveled escape, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice. At this moment, the wind in the poplar forest gradually subsided, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches, falling on the blood and corpses on the ground, making them appear particularly dazzling.

Zhao Kuangyin knew that this was only the beginning of the Battle of Yuzhou. Next, he would face the massive invasion of the Mongol cavalry, which was now infamous on the grasslands, as well as the internal power struggles within the Night Fiend Army.

Just as Zhao Kuangyin was deep in thought, a sharp sound of clothes rustling in the wind rang out beneath the gray walls of Yulu City.

A dozen or so figures leaped out of the Ye family's ancestral hall in the south of the city like arrows, their toes lightly touching the bricks of the city wall before turning into afterimages and rushing out of the city.

The two leading figures wore moon-white Taoist robes, with specially made black iron tokens from the Ye family hanging at their waists. The internal energy surrounding them was like a tangible white mist, and their movements even flattened the withered grass on the ground. They were none other than Qingfeng Daoist and Xuanxu Zhenren, top experts among the Ye family's retainers and cultivators at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm.

The twelve retainers following behind were either clad in iron armor or dressed in tight-fitting clothes, each wielding a different weapon. Amidst the flashing blades and glints of swords, the lowest among them possessed the cultivation level of a late-stage Grandmaster. This was the core cultivator force left behind by Ye Wuhen, and one of the reasons why Li Yujing was able to sit firmly in the rear of Yuzhou.

"Speed ​​up! As Lord Li instructed, you must protect General Zhao's life!"

Master Qingfeng's expression was solemn, and his voice, imbued with internal energy, pierced through the howling north wind and reached everyone's ears.

His footwork was ever-changing, as if he were walking on waves, while Master Xuanxu followed closely behind, his hands behind his back, scanning the area for any signs of an ambush by the Mongols.

The twelve grandmasters followed closely behind, their weapons already poised to strike, their true energy flowing within them, forming faint protective halos.

They were all loyal followers trained by the Ye family for decades, and they only obeyed the orders of the Ye family's leaders. Now that Li Yujing held the Ye family's seal, he was naturally their only source of instructions.

However, these retainers couldn't help but have doubts. Just the other day, Lord Li was arguing with General Zhao in the prefectural hall until they were red in the face, but today he didn't hesitate to use the Ye family's resources and dispatch all the retainers to come to their aid. The reason behind this was truly intriguing.

At that moment, at the back gate of the Yulu City government office, an ebony carriage was speeding out. The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, making a "rolling" sound, and the pebbles that were kicked up hit the base of the wall by the roadside, making a crisp collision sound.

Inside the carriage, Li Yujing was dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, the jade belt around his waist was slightly deformed from his grip, and his knuckles were white.

He lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and looked toward the poplar forest outside the city. His brows furrowed tightly. He had just been checking the grain and fodder accounts in the mansion when he suddenly received a secret report from his spies—Zhao Kuangyin had been ambushed by Mongol monks in the poplar forest outside the city. The leaders were none other than Phagpa of the Sakya sect, the Hundred Losses Daoist, and the Golden Wheel Dharma King!
At that moment, Li Yujing felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, a mixture of unspeakable elation and inexplicable panic.

He subconsciously stroked the dark patterns on the brocade robe, and a thought flashed through his mind: Zhao Kuangyin is dead, and no one will be able to rival him in military power in Yuzhou. The foundation of the Night Fiend Army will then fall completely into his hands.

Over the years, he has been managing Yuzhou for more than ten years. He personally handled everything from grain and fodder allocation to calming the people's hearts.

However, Ye Wuhen insisted on taking Zhao Kuangyin as his son-in-law and giving him control of a large army. Now that Qianzhou has been defeated and Zhao Kuangyin has retreated back to Yuzhou with his remaining troops, his position is directly threatened.

If Zhao Kuangyin were to die at the hands of the Mongols this time, it would truly be a stroke of luck from heaven!

But as soon as this thought arose, it was suppressed by an even stronger unease. He took a deep breath, and unconsciously increased the pressure on his fingertips.

The Mongol cavalry is now at the city gates. Ögedei and Jochi's armies have already breached the border. Fengzhou is besieged, the northern border is in dire straits, and Yuzhou is on the verge of collapse.

(End of this chapter)