Chapter 698 - 287: The Young Lord’s Downfall, The Pagoda Emerges (Part 2)

The result was still useless.

Whether it was a knife, a spear, a lance, an ax, or even arrows.

As long as they entered that silver glittering circle, all weapons would deflect and lose force, missing the target.

The three opponents formed a circle with their formation, like a slippery hedgehog.

Offensively, there were no openings, defensively, impenetrable.

’Where did these fierce warriors come from, and why aren’t they guarding Young Master Dongyuan?’

With just a glance, Shentu Hong burst into laughter, but suddenly stopped, as if his throat were caught, unable to laugh further.

Before him were only three, yet it seemed as if he saw thousands of troops, a sea of blood.

Not only he noticed this strange scene, the thousand cavalrymen who were being slaughtered realized the formidable and bizarre nature of the three even earlier.

At this point, they were just circling around the three, like a carousel, shouting attacks from seven or eight zhang away, but not daring to approach.

"Just three people, just three people, treating my elite cavalry as nothing, with such figures beside him, and yet..."

Shentu Hong’s expression suddenly became very peculiar.

Looking down at Young Master Dongyuan in his grasp, completely at a loss for how to express his feelings.

If only he knew how to ally with them, in this battle, who could harm him even a bit?

However, now with the opponent’s young master in hand, the battle was over, the outcome clear, so there’s no need to dwell on it.

"Save, save me..."

Young Master Dongyuan, at this moment, was so regretful that his guts turned blue, tears and snot flowing, his face full of pity.

But Chen Ping did not pity him at all.

Instead, he laughed and shook his head: "If I were you, I wouldn’t call for help first, alerting the enemy to kill, but would first enhance our speed."

Facing them from over ten zhang away, though it’s considered face-to-face.

But he couldn’t fly.

In fact, this body did not exhibit any extraordinary traits.

And the opponent, for whatever reason, whether in attack speed or movement speed, was slightly faster than the three of them.

Especially Shentu Hong, with a large head and thick neck, wasn’t a general or a cook.

This man was clearly not a cook, but a quite formidable military general, with killing intent as intense as a tide, evident that he had rolled through countless battles, experienced in warfare.

How do I save you?

Chen Ping found it a bit amusing, also disappointed at this young man’s inability to distinguish priorities on the verge of death.

Because, with his keen senses, he had long noticed, although Young Master Dongyuan seemed to cry and plead in pain, there was still a trace of resentment deep in his eyes, especially when looking at Ji Mingyue, filled with malicious intent.

Probably.

I’m so miserable, yet you are unharmed, so powerful, and so impressive?

Even the enemy respects you.

Is there any justice in this?

Of course, there is no justice in this.

Shentu Hong’s muscles flowed like water, exerting force silently, and with a cracking sound, broke Young Master Dongyuan’s neck. This man, truly worthy of being a general of ambition and strength, also possessed decisiveness.

Seeing an impossible situation, he didn’t even want the title of marquis anymore.

If he can’t capture them alive, dead is fine too.

At least, he could earn a hefty reward, catch the emperor’s favor, it wouldn’t differ much.

Hence, he directly disposed of Young Master Dongyuan.

At this point, even if you wanted to save, you couldn’t.

Such a rough form, yet having such delicate thoughts, Chen Ping couldn’t help but look at him in a new light.

Only to hear Shentu Hong say again: "You young fellows, with such skills, why bother opposing the Grand General over a dead man? A wise bird chooses a tree, instead, let’s shake hands and make peace, higher positions await in the future, wouldn’t it be hundreds of times better?"

Never doubt the crisis intuition of a seasoned battlefield veteran.

In Shentu Hong’s eyes, facing these three, even with thousands of cavalry at his side, there was no sense of security at all.

The two women were passable.

One was overwhelmingly strong, giving a sense of invincibility.

The other was as graceful as a fairy, unpredictable, but even with both combined, they were not as shocking as the young man leisurely riding at the front.

Clearly a refined and handsome young man, over ten zhang away, yet Shentu Hong felt as if the opponent was like a ferocious divine dragon, Flying Dragon in the Sky, overlooking its prey...

The momentum felt as mighty as a mountain and sea, pressing down directly, causing his heart to race and sweat to pour down his back.

If not for this, he wouldn’t have killed Young Master Dongyuan without a word, to deplete the opponent’s reason to strike.

Because he was utterly certain, if not handled well, not only would he fail to achieve merit, unable to retain the opponent, he would likely meet his end here.

This intuition had saved him countless times.

This time, naturally, would be no exception.

"Leave the corpse, don’t touch a thing, withdraw to a bow’s distance, and I’ll let you go."

Chen Ping’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke calmly.

This wasn’t negotiation, but an order.

Shentu Hong understood of course.

His pupils shrunk to thin needles, wanting to defy, to rally and attack once more, but found he couldn’t muster the courage or make that decision.

He took a deep breath, slightly bowed his head, clasped his fists, and smiled: "As the young master commands."

After speaking, he said no more, just had a dark expression, waved his hand, and ordered the surrounding cavalry to retreat.