Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter Thirteen: Commanding the Heroes of the World, No More Looking at Blades and Weapons!
Jing Menghun's voice of anger and grief echoed in the distance.
The Chu Imperial Seat in front of the Iron Cloud troop suddenly burst into laughter: "It seems that the scenic throne has noticed something. Unfortunately... this kind of aphrodisiac is beyond salvation."
Beyond salvation? Cheng Ziang shuddered all over.
Chu Yang laughed heartily, raising his voice: "Jing Menghun, I, the Chu King of Hell, have said that I will play with you until you die! Do you believe it now? Are you enjoying it? Hahahaha..."
Jing Menghun was furious and shouted, "Chu King of Hell, I'd rather die than let you off!"
He turned and yelled, "Chase!"
"Jing Menghun, follow me!" Chu Yang roared, "Let's go! You and I, two armies, will fight a fair battle on the battlefield! I want to defeat you openly and aboveboard! Let you lose convincingly!"
You have already made us consume so many aphrodisiacs, and now everyone is filled with lust; how can we still fight?
You shamelessly say 'a fair and open battle'? 'Defeat me openly'? 'Let me lose convincingly'?
"Chu King of Hell, you are shameless!!!" Jing Menghun shouted angrily, "How can you be so shameless!!"
With another loud cry, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The scenic throne was driven mad...
No matter what, he had to kill the Chu King of Hell! Then think of a way to detoxify...
In the blink of an eye, two hours passed...
On this day, Wu Kuangyun had already finished cleaning up the battlefield, under Tie Butian's command, filling in the enormous array center that had been blown up.
All around was a scene of corpses! Thick and dense... Eight hundred thousand troops had been involved, and now there were no more than two hundred thousand alive, each barely clinging to life, covered in wounds...
Now, Wu Kuangyun was commanding the troops to dig graves, preparing to bury the corpses; with the weather so hot and so many bodies, just one day’s time had already caused some to start decaying. If a plague broke out, it wouldn't be a joke.
Burying the bodies was the top priority; Wu Kuangyun dared not be negligent at all.
While digging graves, suddenly there were shouts and horse whinnies, a troop of cavalry charged over from afar. Wu Kuangyun was startled, seeing that the cavalry was all disheveled; the leader had messy hair, bare arms, a face covered in dirt, looking extremely disheveled, yet he was laughing with bright sunshine—this was none other than the Chu King of Hell!
Behind the Chu King of Hell was the elite troops carefully selected from the Iron Cloud army!
Wu Kuangyun was shocked.
This guy looked so disheveled; what could he possibly be proud of? Did he manage to wipe out the Golden Horse Knights Hall?
Just as he was thinking this, a voice filled with grief and anger roared: "Chu King of Hell! Don't escape! Come here and die!" Jing Menghun led the Golden Horse Knights Hall's troops, wildly pursuing from behind.
Wu Kuangyun's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide: This guy is actually being chased and running for his life, yet he still looks so proud... Truly talented...
But... how did he lead the Golden Horse Knights Hall back?
Just as he pondered, only a moment later, he saw the Chu King of Hell turn his horse and shout, "Line up!" Immediately, all the cavalry, in disarray, formed up into a military formation behind him.
With another thunderous shout, "Prepare to confront the enemy!"
Wu Kuangyun smirked and quickly ran toward his war horse; he thought, it’s already a miracle if your men can stand upright, and yet you want to confront the enemy? It seems I have to step in myself.
However, what followed shocked Wu Kuangyun deeply!
He saw two groups of people, both equally ragged, just standing there and then charging toward each other.
Yet, as the knights from the Golden Horse Knights Hall charged halfway, they started falling off their horses, and some even had their noses and ears rot off, followed by their arms falling to the ground...