All of a sudden, Sikong Jing glared furiously at the two hundred thousand troops and shouted, "Mo Yang, your true chance to earn merit has arrived. The Brocade Sect people are temporarily out of danger. Kill the Xia Kingdom army behind us now, and your achievements will be beyond measure."
After saying that, Sikong Jing led his hundred thousand troops away without looking back, galloping toward the distance.
Mo Yang froze. Sure enough, he saw several thousand men charging out in pursuit of Sikong Jing.
At that moment, Mo Yang's mind was filled with nothing but great merit, nothing but everything Sikong Jing had just described. Instinctively, he shouted, "All of you, charge! Kill these Xia Kingdom troops!"
Damn it, no matter what, he had to show something, or Sikong Jing would chew him to death.
Just as Mo Yang led two hundred thousand troops to block the several thousand Xia Kingdom elites, a furious roar came from the other side.
"A bunch of trash, get out of my way!"
In the blink of an eye, screams rang out among the two hundred thousand troops as they were blasted to pieces by the several thousand Xia Kingdom elites.
In barely a dozen breaths, a bloody path had been carved through them.
Those Xia Kingdom elites did not spare Mo Yang a single glance, continuing their pursuit of Sikong Jing's hundred thousand troops.
Looking at the blood covering the ground and the terrifying aura of the several thousand Xia Kingdom elites, Mo Yang stood rooted to the spot, his legs trembling madly.
"Damn it, Sikong Jing used me as a shield!"
Only then did Mo Yang realize that these several thousand Xia Kingdom elites were simply unstoppable. Sikong Jing's words just now had been meant to use him to slow their