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Central Continent, the capital city.

The Third Prince's residence, Qianlong Pavilion.

The temperature in the study dropped to freezing.

On that gold-brick floor, polished three times a day with lambswool until it gleamed like a mirror...

A scout, covered in mud and with tattered armor, was kneeling.

The scout's eyes were fixed on the cold floor tiles.

Sweat beaded on the tip of his nose, threatening to drip.

He took a deep breath, forcibly sucking back the drop of sweat.

It flowed down my nose and into my mouth, salty, astringent, and bitter.

I dare not let my sweat drip onto the ground.

The guy who messed up this floor tile got his body turned into a hornet's nest, and his corpse was fed to the dogs.

Xia Jie sat on a rosewood chair, holding an urgent blood report in his hand.

The edges of the secret report were already wrinkled from being squeezed, and the knuckles made a cracking sound as they intertwined.

The handwriting on the secret report was crooked and distorted, carrying a strong smell of blood.

Four hundred thousand.

A full 400,000-strong West Wind Heavy Armor Battalion.

Gone.

Xia Jie stared at the words on the paper, reading them once, twice, and three times.

He let go.

The secret message drifted onto the gold brick.

"Raise your head."

The scout shuddered and stiffly straightened his upper body.

His gaze was fixed on the dragon-patterned jade pendant at Xia Jie's waist, and he dared not move it even an inch higher.

"Pick up the secret report and read it to me word for word."

Xia Jie tilted his head, his tone frighteningly flat.

"I'm afraid I haven't rested well these past few days, and my eyes are getting blurry."

"Four hundred thousand heavily armored Zephyr soldiers were slaughtered by one man?"

The scout's Adam's apple bobbed violently, making a gurgling sound.

"Your Highness...the secret report is accurate."

"His Highness Prince Qi's 400,000-strong army is indeed... truly gone."

笃.

笃.

笃.

Xia Jie bent his index finger and tapped it repeatedly on the table.

The rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow, but it struck the scouts' eardrums louder than a death knell.

"How did it disappear?"

"Did Lin Mo set up some kind of unparalleled killing formation? How many ambushes did he lay? Or did he invite some deity to descend to earth?"

"No, there's no formation..."

The scout's teeth chattered and clicked.

There were no ambushes either.

"Just... just him alone."

The knocking stopped abruptly.

Xia Jie leaned forward, his hands bracing against the edge of the table.

"one person."

He repeated those three words, his voice suddenly rising.

"Do you take me for a three-year-old child?"

"Four hundred thousand heavily armored soldiers! Even if they lined up and let him cut them down, he couldn't cut them all down even if he dulled his sword!"

"Tell me, he fought it all by himself?!"

"Your Highness, I would rather die than lie to you! I saw it with my own eyes!"

The scout's head slammed heavily against the gold brick, making a loud thud.

He gestured wildly with his hands and spoke incoherently.

"That Lin Mo isn't even human!"

"He threw a punch, the air exploded, and dozens of heavily armored soldiers, men and horses alike, were instantly reduced to a bloody mist!"

"The knife didn't even leave a white mark when it struck him! The steel spear broke in two when it pierced him!"

"it is good."

Xia Jie stood up.

He walked around the desk, picked up a jade paperweight, and tossed it between his palms.

Even if he is a martial arts prodigy who appears only once in a century.

"What about Xia Yuan?"

"The commander of an army of 400,000, just stood there watching?"

"Just stand by and watch Lin Mo slaughter him like a dog?!"

boom!

The jade paperweight slipped from his hand.

It smashed into the gold brick beside the scout's face, sending shards of jade flying everywhere.

A sharp shard sliced ​​open the scout's cheek.

Blood seeped out and slid down his chin.

The scout didn't even dare to wipe it off, and lowered his body even further.

"No... he didn't just stand by and watch! His Highness Prince Qi invited a top-tier Gu master from the Southern Frontier!"

He poured out intelligence like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, afraid that if he was even a step too slow, he would lose his head.

He quickly poured out the intelligence, fearing that if he delayed even a second longer, he would lose his head.

"That Gu Master released 100,000 corpse puppets! They completely blocked off the Broken Soul Cliff!"

"A corpse puppet?"

Xia Jie's movements stopped.

As the ruler of the court, he was naturally aware of the shady dealings within the vast mountains of southern Xinjiang.

100,000 corpse puppets.

Such a powerful sorcery could exhaust any elite army to death.

"You still didn't win even after using something like this?"

"It's no use, Your Highness!"

The scout's voice was tinged with sobs.

"When Lin Mo kills, his aura is even more sinister than that of a corpse puppet! He grabs his warhorse by the hind legs and swings it around like a club!"

"The King of Qi's personal guards charged forward, and within three breaths, they were all reduced to minced meat!"

"That Gu master even secretly used the Seven Deadly Gu on the young princess of Southern Xinjiang, trying to force Lin Mo to submit!"

The scout was panting heavily, his voice hoarse and cracked.

"As a result, Lin Mo used a single red thread to pull the Seven Deadly Gu out of the princess's flesh!"

"Then, from a hundred paces away, they grabbed the Gu Master from the crowd and crushed his head with a single slap!"

"His Highness Prince Qi was watching from the rear when he vomited blood and fainted on the spot. The army, leaderless, collapsed and fled overnight. That's why I risked my life to break through the encirclement and bring the news to the capital!"

The study fell into a deathly silence.

Xia Jie remained silent.

The scout kept his head down stiffly.

He suddenly felt a heat in his lower body.

A warm liquid trickled down his trouser leg, soaking the fabric and spreading down his knee to the gold brick, creating a glaring dark stain.

The stench of urine quickly spread throughout the closed study.

The scout's breathing stopped.

He himself didn't realize that whenever he recalled the carnage at Broken Soul Cliff, his bladder would completely lose control.

The guy from before only had a single drop of sweat fall onto the floor tiles.

He was stabbed more than a dozen times with a dagger by the Third Prince, and his body was dragged out and fed to the dogs.

So, this one of my baths...

The scout's pupils contracted sharply.

He had even started imagining how he would be executed.

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts)? Skinning? Or simply dismembering the body?

His muscles were so stiff they were like a rock, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

My legs were already numb from kneeling, but I didn't even dare to think about changing my position.

He felt like he was already dead.

however.

Xia Jie's attention was not on him at all at this moment.

He ignored the stench of urine that permeated the study.

He didn't even spare a glance for the trembling, worthless man on the ground.

His hand slid from his sleeve, brushing past the ornate dagger inlaid with rubies, but he did not draw it.

He'd even lost the urge to kill.

He walked around the large sandalwood table, went to the wall, and stopped in front of a huge map of the entire territory of the Great Xia Dynasty.

When people are extremely fearful, they tend to exaggerate things.

The story told by a terrified scout may have been exaggerated.

But the core facts will not change.

Xia Yuan was defeated.

They were defeated by Lin Mo.

What's most infuriating is that 400,000 elite troops didn't even make a splash!

Xia Jie's fist slowly clenched.

Lin Mo.

This name was a thorn in his side from the very beginning.

The remnants of the Lin family, like stray dogs clinging to life.

He had thought they were just ants that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

Now it seems I've been bitten hard by this ant.

Xia Jie straightened up again, pointed his finger at the map of the Western Wilderness, and poked it hard.

Hopeless.

Xia Yuan is now completely finished.

Four hundred thousand elite troops were sent to their deaths for nothing.

Instead of suppressing Lin Mo, they allowed Lin Mo's reputation in the Northern Territory to soar, making him a force to be reckoned with.

This made him feel inexplicably irritated.

The finger traces eastward along the western wilderness, stopping at the position of the eastern sea.

Xia Heng.

A sinister glint flashed in Xia Jie's eyes.

I received the letter from the eagle three days ago.

This fourth uncle usually acts crazy and only knows how to drink and gamble.

After receiving the secret order to suppress the rebels, not a single soldier was dispatched.

Instead, under the guise of eliminating pirates, he led an army of 100,000 to attack the western wilderness and destroy the stronghold of his second brother, Xia Yuan.

Where would pirates come from in the desert!