The Spirit Child Fell, Ten Thousand Troops Routed, and the Sounds of Slaughter Echoed Through the Ages!

When he saw Yang Jun and his horse smashed into a cloud of blood, Ren Zhong, sect master of the Radiant Splendor Sect, who had just led five thousand troops out of the city to reinforce them, was overjoyed. Mounted on his horse, he waved his paired swords excitedly, his voice shaking the surrounding fields. "Disciples, comrades! The young hero has slain another enemy general! The advantage is ours! Charge with me and take the head of the rebel leader Xia You!"

"Kill the rebels!"

"Kill the rebels!"

"Kill the rebels!"

The government troops shouted, their morale soaring, and followed Ren Zhong in a surging tide toward the Holy Incense Church's front lines.

Meanwhile, Fang Hu, who had already reached the front lines to take command, had been watching the center army. When he witnessed Yang Jun's death, his pupils contracted, and a flicker of panic rose in his heart. Instinctively, he turned toward Spirit Child Xia You beneath the Grand Standard.

His meaning was obvious: should they retreat?

If they wanted to retreat, they could still withdraw safely. Ren Zhong and the others had yet to reach them, after all, and although Huang Tian had slain Yang Jun, he was still surrounded by thousands of soldiers and had not yet reached the Grand Standard.

At a single command from Xia You, the elite Fragrance-Tracking Army could immediately flee with him. As long as the remaining irregular troops delayed Huang Tian for even a short

while, they could all withdraw safely.

But if they did not retreat, they could only gamble-

"Spirit Child, retreat! Huang Tian excels at breaking through formations. He is a born killer! We cannot meet him head-on!"

Beneath the Grand Standard, Steward Chang urgently addressed Xia You, his face pale. "The son of a wealthy house