Chapter 697 - 287: The Young Lord’s Downfall, the Pagoda Emerges

"Help, help, Young Master..."

Not far away, Captain Yun Teng of the guards was pierced by three spears, blood gushing like a fountain, already breathing out more than breathing in.

He widened his copper bell-like eyes, straining to look towards the direction of the three riders, using his last energy to roar.

"Such loyal devotion."

Chen Ping shook his head.

Could it be that we are guests from Beyond the Heavens, completely devoid of any sense of belonging; even those originally part of this troop should have already been disloyal.

What kind of nonsensical drama of a young master being chased?

Is such a young master, who sees subordinates as nothing, truly worth following to the death?

Han Xiaoru recalled the scene where Little Mingyue was pushed off the carriage earlier, her gaze turned slightly cold: "Help for what? We’ve already been generous enough for not assisting the opponent."

Ji Mingyue, on the other hand, laughed and said, "Help we must, but not the person, rather something."

Her eyes shone brightly, she stabbed the last bellowing charging cavalryman dead with one sword thrust, reined in her horse and halted, a slight revelation in her expression: "An exiled prince, disliked and unheeded, isn’t worthy of concern, let alone being madly pursued by cavalry unless he possesses something exceedingly important, like... speed..."

"Precisely so."

Chen Ping looked back, and saw far away yet another troop of cavalry thundered up.

The newcomers were slower, but more numerous.

A dense mass, seeming never-ending.

Estimating roughly, there might be three to five thousand riders.

Sending such elite cavalry to chase a dozen guards and scores of commoners, does this mean having too many troops with nowhere to use them?

"Thus, the young master must die, yet the young master cannot die."

Chen Ping said this.

Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue paused slightly, then immediately understood.

"Exactly, that young master who disregards his subordinates indeed must die, but a young master with a treasure must live."

Otherwise, what excuse would they have to go to the Chu Kingdom and stage a wandering prince’s revenge story?

As for why it’s certain that Young Master Zheng Dongyuan carries a treasure, it’s clear.

Even the physically weaker commoners can run faster than rabbits, which is unreasonable. Excluding the possibility that all these people are extraordinarily talented, the truth is singular.

That is, they’ve received a blessing.

Having mastered the Azure Dragon Seal’s power for so long, Chen Ping deeply comprehended this mode.

Why did his every battle, since starting his campaign, manage to conquer against overwhelming odds, apart from having elite soldiers and being courageous himself?

The Azure Dragon Seal’s ability to bless all is also a major contributor.

Just think about it, elevating the morale, strength, and speed of one’s soldiers, while the enemy becomes demoralized with no will to fight...

This kind of battle, what would the outcome be.

As long as the disparity in forces isn’t too great, it’s hard to lose.

And that Prince of Yan evidently also possesses a similar artifact.

The blessing advantage is speed.

Moreover, the amplification is astonishing.

But foolishly, he forgot to bless Chen Ping and their steed, while ensuring all commoners got it.

His intent is malicious.

Deserving of death.

This was an earlier humiliation, trying to get the three directly unable to run, trapped by the pursuing soldiers’ encirclement, dying on the spot.

That youth isn’t very old, yet his thoughts are insidiously vicious, tending to repay every grievance.

But he utterly lacks awareness, such measures.

Not only failed to kill Chen Ping and his comrades, but instead set himself up for demise.

Though few in number, the three formed a precise and fierce Three Talents Military Array, with Chen Ping as the spearhead, Han Xiaoru and Ji Mingyue as the wings, slaying over ten advancing cavalry, their edges pointing forward, albeit slowly, resolutely heading towards Young Master Dongyuan’s escape direction.

Facing no enemy along the way.

In the sky, faint starlight cast down intermittently onto them, flickering silver, not only gathering their powers seamlessly, attacking all directions.

But also gaining Heaven and Earth power support, directly multiplying their attack potency.

Despite ordinary physical constitution, preferring to regard them as average would be gravely mistaken.

"Haha, finally I’ve, Shentu Hong, seized the advantage, marquis title within reach."

As Chen Ping’s trio pushed and hurried, slicing through like knife through butter, carving a bloody path through cavalry, arriving near Young Master Dongyuan’s carriage.

A brawny armored figure with an intimidatingly wide waist and neck stood, gripping young Dongyuan like a chick, ruthlessly breaking his limbs with a snap.

"The Grand General’s ascension, I, Shentu... hmm?"

Shentu Hong began expressing his triumph, then noticed Chen Ping’s group, unstained in blood, slicing through the troop, appearing before him.

What about these three and their steeds?

Even killing lacked a slightest whiff of smoke.

Sword and spear swung like wind stirring willow, elegantly sketching.

Clearly appearing neither exceptionally fast nor too complex and extraordinary in technique.

Yet, his own cavalry couldn’t resist.

Almost seeming to willingly drive their throats onto the opponents’ blades.

Of course, not everyone would be like this, some cavalry were skilled, fiercely reckless, attacking desperately, eager to thrust weapons forward.