The Prodigal Son

The moment the blood mist splattered, the entire arena fell silent.

The concubine of the Prince of Chengyang instinctively covered her bleeding neck, staring blankly at the Prince of Chengyang, seemingly unable to believe what was happening.

"mother!"

The second son of the Prince of Chengyang let out a loud cry, jumped off his horse in a panic, and grabbed his still-breathing mother. His eyes were red as he looked at the Prince of Chengyang, "Father, you..."

"Shut up!"

The Prince of Chengyang, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, sternly ordered his second son to stop. He then surveyed the guards surrounding him, his eyes spitting fire as he roared, "I may die, but I will never surrender! Do you dare to fight me to the death?"

The King of Chengyang's frantic voice echoed through the valley.

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from the Prince of Chengyang, the fighting spirit of the guards was instantly awakened.

The commander of the imperial guards suddenly raised his weapon, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "This humble general is willing to follow Your Highness and fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Another guard raised his weapon and roared.

One, two...

Soon, all the guards raised their weapons and roared with fighting spirit.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death..."

The voices of the crowd converged into a torrent that swept through the entire valley, making Zhao Po's ears ring.

Cao Yuan also gave up the idea of ​​persuading the Prince of Chengyang, and his fighting spirit poured out.

Isn't it just a fight to the death?

What joy is there in living, and what fear is there in dying?

Zhao Po looked at Cao Yuan with a complicated expression, then at the already mad Prince of Chengyang, and understood what was going on.

There is no room for maneuver!

Since the Prince of Chengyang has chosen to resist to the end, they have no choice but to carry out his orders!

Zhao Po took a deep breath, then suddenly pointed at the Prince of Chengyang and his personal guards: "Kill! Leave no one alive!"

Zhao Po's voice was emanated from his true energy, loud yet cold.

As soon as Zhao Po gave the order, the general on the mountain immediately gave the command: "Fire the arrows!"

"Whoosh..."

In an instant, a rain of arrows swept towards the King of Chengyang and his men.

Cao Yuan leaped up, his true energy spreading out like an invisible barrier protecting the Prince of Chengyang.

The Prince of Chengyang turned to his personal guard commander and growled, "Lead the Second Young Master and break through!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Prince of Chengyang leaped off his warhorse and roared, "Kill!"

"kill!"

The guards dismounted and, braving a dense hail of arrows, fearlessly charged towards the ambushers on both sides.

The commander of the imperial guards glanced silently at the Prince of Chengyang, then grabbed the Prince's second son and saddled him onto his horse. He roared at the still-dazed son, "Second Prince, hurry!"

The second son of the Prince of Chengyang came to his senses, immediately turned his horse around, and charged backward.

"Follow me and cover the Second Young Master!"

At the command of the Imperial Guard commander, more than fifty cavalrymen charged toward the second son of the Prince of Chengyang, protecting him firmly in the middle.

"I'm entrusting Cao Yuan to you!"

Guo Yang coldly uttered a sentence, then his figure flashed rapidly, heading straight for the fleeing second son of the Prince of Chengyang.

His movements were extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, he left only afterimages.

Just as Cao Yuan was about to stop Guo Yang from pursuing the Second Young Master, a gust of wind suddenly attacked from the side.

Cao Yuan dodged the attack from the side, roaring murderously, "Zhao Po! Today, we are locked in a fight to the death!"

Before he finished speaking, Cao Yuan flashed forward like an arrow, rushing towards Zhao Po, his surroundings surging violently.

With each step he took, the ground was even torn open by the force of his foot, leaving tiny cracks.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of violent true energy transformed into a massive blade, tearing through the surrounding air and slashing fiercely at Zhao Po.

True Qi Released Externally!

This is the biggest difference between a Grandmaster and a martial artist below the Grandmaster level.

Zhao Po's expression hardened, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. He also unleashed a violent burst of true energy.

boom!

The two streams of true energy collided fiercely.

An invisible shockwave spread outwards, and the soldiers around it were caught in the shockwave and sent flying backwards.

Even worse, some had their bodies torn apart by the scattered true energy.

"Zhao Po, you reached the Grandmaster realm a few years before me, yet you're nothing special!"

Cao Yuan snorted coldly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Is that so?"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Po's eyes. "Then let me show you my true strength!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Po's body transformed into a streak of light and fiercely attacked Cao Yuan.

"Come on, let's have a good fight!"

Cao Yuan, his fighting spirit surging, once again channeled all his inner energy and fearlessly charged towards Zhao Po.

The two moved at extremely high speeds, their internal energies constantly clashing.

Boom boom...

The shockwave swept in all directions, snapping the surrounding trees in half, sending debris flying, and filling the air with dust.

At this moment, a vacuum had formed around them, and no soldier dared to approach.

We can't get close!

On the other side, the Prince of Chengyang also led his personal guards in a fierce battle against the Baojing Division and the Golden Armor Imperial Guards.

Although both sides are elite troops, the soldiers of the Golden Armor Imperial Guard and the Treasure Mirror Division are clearly a level above in combat strength.

Moreover, after several rounds of arrow rain, their numbers were clearly at a disadvantage.

Even so, the Prince of Chengyang's personal guards still fought fiercely against them without fear of death.

On the battlefield, blood splattered and severed limbs flew everywhere.

The strong stench of blood permeated the valley, driving the bloodthirsty soldiers even more frenzied.

"Kill! Kill them all!"

The King of Chengyang had completely lost his mind, relying on his strength at the eighth level to keep charging and killing, his battle sword flying constantly, stirring up clouds of blood mist.

Just as the Prince of Chengyang was wreaking havoc, Zeng Guan also fought his way through the Prince of Chengyang's personal guards, heading straight for the Prince of Chengyang with murderous intent.

brush!

A sharp blade of light slashed towards the Prince of Chengyang.

The Prince of Chengyang immediately mustered all his strength to block.

However, facing Zeng Guan, a master of the ninth realm, the Prince of Chengyang still seemed somewhat powerless.

clang!

With a crisp sound, the blood-dripping knife in the hand of the Prince of Chengyang was severed in two, and the Prince of Chengyang was also sent flying backward by the residual force, his blood surging within his body.

"Cough cough..."

The Prince of Chengyang coughed uncontrollably, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Protect the Prince!"

One of the guards roared, and the surrounding guards immediately converged on Prince Chengyang, firmly protecting the wounded prince in the middle.

Zeng Guan showed no mercy; as the blade swept across, another spray of blood mist erupted.

At the same time, Guo Yang, who had been pursuing the second son of the Prince of Chengyang, quickly returned.

He held a still-dripping human head in each of his hands.

Those are the heads of the commander of the Prince of Chengyang's personal guard and his second son!

Guo Yang tossed the two severed heads in front of the Prince of Chengyang, and in a flash, rushed straight towards Cao Yuan.

Looking at the bloody human head in front of him, the Prince of Chengyang's face twitched slightly, but there was not much emotion.

The moment Guo Yang chased after him, he knew that his second son's chances of escaping were extremely slim.

The current outcome was within his expectations.

Before long, all of the guards around the Prince of Chengyang were killed in battle, leaving only the Prince of Chengyang standing with his sword in hand.

Looking up at the corpse on the ground, the Prince of Chengyang suddenly felt a pang of regret.

These are all good young men who have risked their lives for him!

Because he refused to surrender, they all perished here.

But now that things have come to this, it's too late for regrets!

Zeng Guan sheathed his sword, raised his hand to stop the surrounding soldiers, and slowly bowed to the Prince of Chengyang, saying, "After we have used Your Highness's head, we will make sure to give Your Highness and your family a proper burial!"

The Prince of Chengyang gripped his precious sword tightly, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. "You think you've already won? I've also prepared a surprise for Zhao Luan! Just wait, she won't be laughing for long!"

The Prince of Chengyang did not give Zeng Guan a chance to interrogate him. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and drew his sword.

The blade sliced ​​across the Prince of Chengyang's neck, and blood gushed out.

The Prince of Chengyang kept his eyes wide open, refusing to close them even as he breathed his last…