Chapter 170: Sharp Sword in the Air, Reunion (92.2)
Translator: asa.s.sin
“My Lord!”
“Hoot!” An arrow with feather broke through the air with a dazzling golden glow and took down Mo Jing Li's arrow three feet behind Ye Li. With Mo Jing Li's arrow down on the ground, the arrow didn't stop and kept going through the body of a rebel then into the chest of another. When the rebel fell with that arrow in his heart, he still didn't know why an arrow came out of his fellow man's back could get him too.
Ye Li was stunned by that arrow too. However, the next second, she forgot all about it, turned around and knocked down a rebel that sneaked up on her.
“G.o.d…” Secret Guard No.2 and No.3 sighed in relief. A moment ago, Secret Guard No.3 went to Ye Li's aid but was blocked by the man she threw at his direction. He almost thought Mo Jing Qi's arrow was going to get her. Now shocked and covered with cold sweat, he went to her direction hurriedly.
“Gold Feather Arrow? It His Highness!” Men of Hidden Cloud Soldiers who were still on the battlefield cried in surprise after they saw the golden end of the arrow on that dead rebel.
Far off, having missed his target, Mo Jing Li was furious. Drawing his bow, he wanted to shoot another arrow when suddenly the ground start to rumble with the booming sound of horses. He sneered. “Playing the old trick again?”
“No… no, Your Highness!” Beside him, the military adviser was ghastly pale with his hand pointing at the distance where smoke and dust rose while crying: “This time it's for real!”
Crack cavalry in black blotted out the sky and covered the earth like dark clouds. Sharp whistles shot up with golden fire. Men of Hidden Cloud Soldiers who had retreated headed back to the battlefield after seeing the golden fire in the sky. Without anyone noticing, hills around the battlefield were crowded with men in black. Stood in the front was a man in white with a silver spear. His white robe swung in the air. A silver mask covered half of his face. The other half was handsome with long arching brow. His originally gentle eyes were awe-inspiringly sharp which went past Ye Li softly.
Ye Li felt her heart jump. Meanwhile, she was relieved as well.
The man in white pulled on a tight rein. The white horse under him jumped up and rushed down the hill into the battle. Wherever he was, n.o.body dared to stand against him. “Men of Hidden Cloud Soldiers! Show the traitors no mercy!” His low voice was spread across the battlefield by his inner energy.
“Yes, Your Highness!” Deafening answers echoed through the sky.
For a split second, the battlefield seemed to turn still. Everyone forgot that they were in a battle and looked at the man in white dumbfounded.
A name occurred to all…
“Mo Xiu Yao… It's not possible!” Mo Jing Li watched what happened in disbelief. “Sound the drums. Kill them all!”
Dong, dong, dong!
The sound of drums was heavy as if the drumsticks were pounding on everyone's heart. The rebellion troops pounced on the man in white in fear. In front of them was… the undefeated G.o.d of war of Great Chu!
Mo Xiu Yao's brows rose as if he didn't care at all. The sliver spear in his hand drew a beautiful arc. Where the spear point went, it spilled splashes of blood.
Up on the hills, numerous arrows were shot which made a dazzling net. Men of Hidden Cloud Soldiers were famous for their skills of arrows.
Under such an overwhelming attack, the rebellion troops had lost all their courage to raise their own bows, let alone fighting back. In addition, there was a large army behind all the arrows. It seemed the rebels were going to collapse in an instant.
The moment Mo Xiu Yao appeared, Ye Li withdrew from the battlefield and went back to Yong Lin. Having cleared all the rebels who had got inside the city with some men of Hidden Cloud Soldiers, she stood on the city wall and watched the battlefield.
All eyes were on that man whose robe was as white as snow involuntarily.
In a white robe with a sliver spear, he was strong and quick like a dragon. Wherever he was, enemy soldiers retreated, not daring to face him at all.
Ye Li heard from Xu Qing Chen that Mo Xiu Yao, in his adolescence, was as dazzling as fire. After that incident he had when he was a young man, he turned quiet as water yet with dangerous undercurrent. Now he was… like a sword that appeared out of thin air, having been thoroughly steeled and hidden for thousands of years. The aura of killing around him had gradually disappeared, but the fierceness in him, which had been honed and honed numerous times, still attracted the eyes of the world.
“Prince… Prince Ding?” Yun Ting leaned weakly on the wall and turned to the figure that was going freely among the rebels yearningly without even cleaning the blood on his face.
Standing next to him, Xia Shu seemed relieved. “Obviously, it is him.”
“Does this mean… we've made it? We've held Yong Lin?” Yun Ting sounded as if he still couldn't believe it. Right now, he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or not.
Giggling, Secret Guard No.3 patted him on the should and consoled: “Congratulations, Officer Yun. You are getting a promotion.”
Yun Ting didn't answer him. Blinking, he stared at Ye Li who was near. However, she was too absorbed in what was happening outside Yong Lin to notice him.
This battle didn't last. An hour later, the rebellion troops started to retreat to the east.
Yun Ting was left speechless as he watched the rebellion troops withdraw like an ebb tide. “What…what does that mean?” Did the rebellion troops just pick on the weak? As he watches so many enemy soldiers flee without even fighting men of Hidden Cloud Soldiers, he was disheartened that he had fought at all cost for the past few days.
Secret Guard No.3 said with a laughter: “Don't feel too bad, Officer Yun. Relief troops aside, even if His Highness stands there alone, those sc.u.ms won't dare to fight him. That is called… authority. One can't simply learn that.”
The fact that Prince Ding was here a healthy man was enough to scare most people out of their wits. There was no need for a battle.
“When will I have that kind of authority?” Yun Ting mumbled.
“Take your time. If you could kill 20 generals when you were around 15 or 16 and defeat an enemy of 300 thousand, you might have had that kind of authority by now.” Secret Guard No.3 comforted him without much sincerity.
Ye Li wasn't in the mood to listen to their waffle. She turned around, ready to leave and was stopped by Murong Ting, who she hadn't even noticed.