Chapter 706: Surrender or Die, With Me There Is No Defeat (Part 2)

As they spoke, two riders emerged from behind Dong Chongming’s dozens of horsemen.

One was dressed in a long robe, appearing scholarly, with his long sword’s silk tassel fluttering in the wind, sitting on the horse as if he was ready to soar into the sky.

As he rode out of ranks, he still gave the impression of a well-read military strategist, but after advancing ten zhang, his aura exploded like a blazing sun. With a sword drawn in hand, he leaped off his horse, and the sword light reflected the sunlight, emitting a dazzling brilliance. Amidst a buzzing sound, he followed the sword, the sword preceding the intent, leaving grass and soil fluttering, thrust towards Han Xiaoru.

The sword moved with agility.

Yet, his strike was anything but agile, resembling a boar charging, as his sword momentum surged mightily, with a sharp Qi mechanism that prickled upon the face.

Simultaneously, Dong Chongming let out a hearty laugh, his black horse raised upright and plunged forward like a tiger or bear, quickly reaching Han Xiaoru’s right side, sweeping his halberd horizontally, suppressing the explosive air, silently and without a sound, aimed at slashing Han Xiaoru’s waist.

At this moment, another short and thin man wearing armor removed a large bow as tall as two men from his horse, lifted the bow moonward, nocked an arrow to the string, and let out a shout. An arrow was shot.

Crumble…

The bow thundered.

As the sound rang out,

the arrow head had already reached Han Xiaoru’s chest.

Dragging a long tail of light.

“Junior Brother…”

Han Xiaoru was stunned.

How could she have anticipated the opponents would act so shamelessly, launching an ambush without warning?

Military Generals, swordsmen, Divine Archers, attacking from three sides without greeting, they were exceptionally ruthless.

But all her martial prowess couldn’t be utilized, and the Qi blood power cultivated with Primordial Golden Body Technique, and the thunder force from Shenxiao Thunder Control Scripture were nowhere to be found.

Currently, apart from some sword technique skills, she surprisingly had no more means to rely on.

If it were other Jianghu beings encountering this situation, naturally they would fight increasingly fiercely when strong, struggling desperately.

Han Xiaoru had one advantage; she was victorious in every battle, with exceptionally keen intuition, as she often found the most suitable method to deal with the direst situations.

At this very moment, the most suitable way, of course, was not to fight head-on.

Whether she could overpower them aside,

covered in blood and injuries, what a distress.

Currently, the most suitable thing was, of course, to call upon Junior Brother.

No need to care about losing face or not, what’s there to hesitate when it’s one’s Junior Brother?

As the arrow was about to touch her armor, Han Xiaoru made every effort to turn her body to avoid critical points, hearing a light ‘ding’ in her ear.

She saw the black iron arrow miraculously shoot straight up into the sky, disappearing into the clouds, without even a black dot to be seen.

Wind rose before her, there seemed to be the shadow of a sword appearing yet not appearing.

The sword edge that struck like the scorching sun retracted as if electrocuted, and the long-robed scholar fled faster than he came, his toes touched the ground, flying backward, yet from his chest spurted a fountain of blood.

It was unclear when, but he had already been struck by a sword, and in terror, he no longer bothered with killing, only wishing to escape far away.

And the halberd that swept like a mountain, whistling toward her, struck with a ‘poof’ against a Bronze Three-Foot Sword, as if it struck mud, all strength exhausted, unable to advance another inch.

Even Chongtong Fierce Tiger and his black steed seemed to step into mud, sinking deeply, falling forward.

“I always said, in the martial skill you usually learned, don’t just favor braving strength, when encountering a special situation, you’ll find yourself in a dilemma.”

In front of Han Xiaoru, a handsome and elegant youth wearing splendid robes appeared, without knowing when.

Smiling lightly, with the Bronze Sword in hand performing a sword flower, full of effortless ease.

Seemingly without a hint of threat.

However, whether it was Dong Chongming or the white-robed swordsman, as well as the Nine-Stone Divine Bow officer, all seemed to see a ghostly presence, one drawing a nocked arrow focusing, another clutching his chest gasping, one girding his horse and halberd, eye pupils slightly narrowed…

“Alright, Junior Brother, from now on, however you say to train, I’ll do just that.”

Han Xiaoru was slightly embarrassed.

This time, she almost fell, if not for the lifesaving “Calling Junior Brother Technique”, her years of fame would have been ruined in an instant.

Clearly, it’s the same physical constitution, Junior Brother also put that layer of Pagoda onto her, yet why was her performance so far from Junior Brother’s?,

Where did it go wrong?

Han Xiaoru was somewhat doubting herself as a fool.

Ji Mingyue covered her mouth, stealthily laughing aside, thinking Sister Xiaoru sometimes foolishly compared combat power with Seventh Brother, usually she felt, unable to beat Seventh Brother, was because of her lower cultivation realm, believing her own aggressive path was not at all wrong.

You must be stunned now.

Ji Mingyue won’t compete.

After all, she’s still a human. How can she compare to a prodigy?

Since the days of being a beggar, the little girl believed that one day, Seventh Brother would become the most formidable figure under the heavens.

No one could surpass him.

“That’s [Three Yang Sword] Li Yunko and Heaven-Shaking Arrow Gu Xihai. These two are the top experts of the Chu Nan Martial World, taken under the wing of Sanhai Tower, subduing the Jianghu with profound cultivation and divine courage…invincible.”

At the last few words, Zheng Dongli blushed, thinking that these rumors were not accurate at all. Who had seen these two being invincible?

They were plainly seen as unimpressive.

The arrows shot out, let alone hitting anyone, were directly flicked away, posing no threat at all.

As for the Three Yang Sword? Even funnier, a sword thrust out but didn’t injure a single hair of the opponent, yet he ended up getting hit, retreating like a rabbit in panic.

Laughably skittish like a bird startled by a bow.

Even the master of the Sanhai Tower, reputed to be the foremost expert in the Chu Kingdom military, who could make children stop crying, found himself unable to advance or retreat, hesitating after just two moves.

This thought merely skimmed across Zheng Dongli’s heart. After all, as a princess, though not skilled in supreme martial arts, she wasn’t someone without insight.

She deeply understood the principle that there’s no emptiness under renowned fame.

Moreover, the illustrious reputation forged between Jianghu and the court would certainly not be fake.

These three were genuinely world-class, not just inflated myth.

Thus, the reason for their poor performance wasn’t because they were weak but because someone indeed was too strong, beyond anyone’s imagination.

Seeing that deeply familiar face, Zheng Dongli’s heart was filled with both sorrow and pride, a mix of emotions, thinking, “If only he truly were my brother Dongyuan, how wonderful that would be.”

Chen Ping nodded slightly, smiled, and affirmed and responded to the princess’s reminder.

This woman wasn’t entirely useless.

Turning to look at the three prepared experts, Chen Ping sighed, “Drop your weapons, kneel and surrender, and I’ll spare your lives.”

In his eyes, whether bandits, court generals, or Jianghu legends, they were merely enemies.

A dead enemy is the best kind of enemy.

The reason he wasn’t worried about a counterattack was that Chen Ping firmly believed that when it came to the extreme limits of human combat, nobody was more suited to wielding a sword in the harshest environments than himself.

In his past life, during the End of Dharma Era, even against guns and cannons, he could fight miraculous battles, let alone now with himself having evolved countless times over.

In the same realm, I am invincible.

Chen Ping had this confidence.

Moreover, he had another layer of blessing from the pagoda, enhancing his speed.

Under these circumstances, he couldn’t imagine any possibility of losing.

Even if there were ten times more enemies.

“You are not the Prince of Yan, Zheng Dongyuan.”

Dong Chongming said in a deep voice.

“You’re right, you’ve guessed it correctly, so what?”

Chen Ping slowly drew his long sword, pointing it obliquely to the ground, his murderous aura surged like a tide, locking onto Dong Chongming.

With a double-pupiled eye and unparalleled divine power, this one looked like a match for thousands. It would be best if he could be recruited under his command to charge into battle. If not, it would be no great loss.

“A warrior can be killed but not humiliated…”

Dong Chongming snorted coldly, slightly waving his long halberd, brimming with lethal intent.

Just as the word “humiliate” left his mouth, he suddenly heard a pleasant whooshing sound, like a whistle blown as blood was squeezed and broke through the body.

The strength in his body receded like a tide. He felt his vision darken, sitting unsteadily on his horse.

In great shock, he looked down to see that his throat was gushing blood like a fountain.

“You…I…”

Dong Chongming incredulously looked up at Chen Ping, his body slipping to one side, falling off the horse with a thud, kicking up some dust.

Even until the moment he died from the sword strike, he hadn’t seen Chen Ping make a move; he vaguely felt that the opponent’s blue sword seemed to move, yet seemed not to have moved at all.