Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 283 Murong Zhao, Die——

King Zhao Ying Ji looked calm and strode forward.

Even though the blood in the army was surging and the murderous aura seemed to be about to devour him, he remained calm.

Those who came here were the elite of the Zhenxi Army, and each of them had experienced life and death.

Those eyes were filled with a viciousness that was ready to devour anyone.

"Your Highness, Prince Zhao, have come to our Zhenxi Army camp. Aren't you afraid you won't return?" The tall general, wearing black scale armor and resting his hand on the hilt of his sword, turned around and grinned as he followed Prince Zhao. "Your Highness's head, in Northern Yan, can at least be exchanged for an earldom."

His eyes swept across King Zhao's neck.

King Zhao walked forward, paused, and turned around.

"Just change to an earl?" He shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face. "Murong Zhao is really stingy."

"This kind of situation is doomed to have no future."

After saying that, he continued on his way.

The tall general who had spoken had a froze expression on his face, while the other two had smiles on their faces as they quickly caught up with King Zhao.

Several people arrived at the spacious tent in the middle of the camp. The two soldiers guarding the tent raised their hands and pushed open the curtain.

King Zhao walked into the tent and saw the spacious surroundings, where swords, spears, and armor were laid out.

At the head of the big tent, in front of a tall screen, sat a middle-aged man with a short beard and thick eyebrows, wearing a gray and black martial robe with a slanted collar and dark patterns.

Marquis of Zhenxi, Ouyang Shucai.

King Zhao did not speak immediately, but just looked at Ouyang Shucai.

"As a prince of Qin, you dare to come to see me alone, which shows some courage."

Ouyang Shucai stood up, looked at King Zhao, and walked forward step by step.

"It's a pity that you are unlucky. Otherwise, you, King Zhao, would be in the imperial capital of the Qin Dynasty instead of in my military camp."

The two men stood facing each other, two meters apart.

King Zhao nodded and looked at Ouyang Shucai in front of him.

"If it weren't for bad luck, you and I would be ministers in the same palace."

Ouyang Shucai and Prince Zhao's Mansion had already signed an alliance.

It was just fate that ultimately I was unable to fulfill my promise.

Ouyang Shucai's expression changed slightly. After a moment of silence, he said calmly, "Your Highness Prince Zhao, have you come here alone just for those groundless accusations?"

Groundless accusations?

King Zhao narrowed his eyes, a hint of depth in them.

As far as he knew, Ouyang Shucai was a very generous person. Now that they were face to face, some things could be discussed.

The two of them face to face——

King Zhao looked up at the screen.

There were more than just the two of them in the big tent!

Who could be hiding in this big tent?
King Zhao was shocked and his face finally turned pale.

He clenched the foot-long copper mace in his sleeve, and the expression on his face gradually turned into mockery.

"I originally wanted to warn the Marquis of Zhenxi that Murong Zhao might have come to the western border in person to harm you and the Zhenxi Army."

Shaking his head, he sighed softly, "It seems that I am a step late."

Late.

Ouyang Shucai did not move, and a figure walked out from behind the screen at the top of the tent.

He was wearing a bright yellow robe with dragon patterns, was eight feet tall, had a face of forty years old, and looked majestic without even being angry.

King Zhao had never seen this face before, but he had seen it in the collection of books.

Murong Zhao, the former Marquis of Yanbei in the Qin Dynasty and the current Emperor of Beiyan.

Murong Zhao put his hands behind his back and looked at King Zhao.

The pressure from the superior and the powerful aura of the master were like a thousand-pound force crashing down.

"Now that you have seen me, why don't you bow?"

Murong Zhao's voice echoed throughout the big tent.

King Zhao's eyes were unfocused and he slowly bent down.

Just as he was about to bow, a slight vibration came from the bronze mace in his hand.

His eyes regained clarity.

"Haha, when the Marquis of Yanbei meets me, you should pay your respects with great ceremony."

His expression turned calm as he spoke calmly, "The Murong family's ancestral temple is still in Daqin. The tablets of the generations of Yanbei Marquis have never been destroyed by Daqin." "Even if the younger generation disdains and forgets their ancestors, we in Daqin will never forget the Murong family's sacrifices and contributions to the world."

Marquis of Yanbei.

Ancestral temple.

Murong Zhao's eyes flashed with coldness and he snorted.

King Zhao trembled all over and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

King Zhao staggered and looked straight at Murong Zhao.

Murong Zhao walked forward, his eyes slowly narrowing.

"The mere title of Duke of Qin is nothing. In comparison, I am more interested in those two Grandmasters."

"I am very curious about the ability to break one of my soul fragments—"

Before Murong Zhao could finish his words, King Zhao took a step forward and swung the bronze mace in his hand forward.

"Om-"

The one-foot-long copper mace turned into three feet, with golden light swirling on it, cloud patterns and seals intertwined, revealing the long roars of dragons and tigers.

The shadow of a dragon rushed out and pounced on Murong Zhao.

"Kanglong Mace."

Murong Zhao let out a low shout, raised his hand, and golden dragon scales appeared on his palm.

"Bam—"

Murong Zhao's palm collided with the bronze mace in King Zhao's hand, and the dragon scales in Murong Zhao's palm shattered. King Zhao, holding the bronze mace, flew backwards out of the tent with blood gushing from his mouth.

As people walked out of the big tent, King Zhao's blood and true energy surged into the sky, reaching the peak of the Innate Realm, and his cultivation level of a half-step master was revealed, which was poured into the long mace in his hand.

The long mace turned into a ten-foot-long dragon, roaring towards the sky.

"Murong Zhao, die—"

King Zhao shouted loudly, and stood still. The blood and true essence in his body moved the long dragon straight up into the sky.

Murong Zhao!
Outside the camp, the aura of Zhang Yuan and Du Chongjiu suddenly shook.

Murong Zhao has arrived at the Zhenxi Army camp!

After all, they were a step too late, and King Zhao was lost in the Zhenxi Army camp!
Du Chongjiu's face was solemn, and he clenched the two swords in his hands.

Zhang Yuan's expression was equally serious at this time, his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

With King Zhao's strength, it is impossible for him to hurt Murong Zhao.

King Zhao shouted at this time, clearly sending a message for him and Du Chongjiu.

With an army of 100,000 and Grandmaster Longxiang, he and Du Chongjiu were powerless. Not to mention rescuing them, even their own escape was extremely difficult.

King Zhao knew that Zhang Yuan and Du Chongjiu could not be rescued, so he sent a message to them, letting them know that with Murong Zhao's arrival, the situation was hopeless.

In the big tent, Murong Zhao stepped out with golden light floating around him.

Ouyang Shucai was a bit faster than Murong Zhao. He took a step forward, and the evil power in his body gathered into the shadow of a war elephant, and then rushed towards King Zhao.

"You are courting death by attempting to stab His Majesty—"

He threw a punch, and the shadow of his fist turned into a Qilin, colliding with a ten-foot-long dragon.

"boom--"

The sound of explosion resounded, and the dragon wailed, turning into a bronze mace again. It did not fall into King Zhao's hand, but flew into the air like an arrow and flew out of the camp.

Murong Zhao's eyes were cold, and just as he raised his hand, Ouyang Shucai's voice rang out again: "Zhenxi Army, protect the emperor——"

Escort.

In the camp, the energy and blood instantly rose and condensed into blood-colored light curtains, protecting the space of a hundred feet around the tent.

The corner of Murong Zhao's eye twitched slightly as he watched the bronze mace fly out of the camp and land outside the camp where the master's power was rising.

"Ouyang Shucai, capture the Qin Grandmaster."

Murong Zhao let out a low cry.

Ouyang Shucai bowed, and the blood and energy outside his body merged with the golden light and shadow above the camp.

As the commander-in-chief of the Zhenxi Army, Ouyang Shu could easily gather the power of the Zhenxi Army into the shadow of a hundred-foot-tall divine elephant.

This divine elephant is a dragon elephant that possesses a tremendous force of five million jin.

Ouyang Shucai, who is at the level of Vajra Grandmaster, stands in the army and can directly exert the combat power of a dragon and an elephant by borrowing the strength of a hundred thousand troops.

"Om-"

The golden divine elephant soared into the air, rushed out of the camp, and pounced on Du Chongjiu, who showed the power of a master.

(End of this chapter)