Sikong Jing rode his warhorse forward at a brisk pace.
Sui Yu guarded his left and right, wary of a sneak attack from Xia Kingdom's experts.
The Brocade Sect's people and the hundred thousand troops followed close behind, picking up speed...
As the city gate came into sight, Xia Dielian shouted, "All of you, catch up! Sikong Jing wants to use the perils of the Dark Dragon Mountains to shake us off. Bite down on him and don't let go—not for a single moment."
"Send word to Great Xia as well. Have the army march into Yun Province."
With that, Xia Dielian raised her head again. "Sikong Jing, I won't let you leave so easily. I'll make you mine."
The searing pain from her arm constantly reminded Xia Dielian that she absolutely could not let Sikong Jing have her at his mercy again.
Sikong Jing's gaze was icy, and he gave no response to Xia Dielian's threat.
Several kilometers outside Yanyun City, Fan Zhong and Lan Shou stood guard with an army of three hundred thousand.
"Strange. Other than the roar of that demonic beast just now, why has there been no movement in Yanyun City again?"
Several question marks seemed to hang over Fan Zhong's head. By all rights, there should have been surging true qi and the roars of powerful experts.
A cold glint flashed through Lan Shou's eyes as he said in a low voice, "It's possible that the genius Sikong Jing you mentioned has defected to Xia Kingdom."
Fan Zhong's entire body trembled slightly at once. That possibility was highly likely.
Lan Shou continued, "No matter who comes out later, as long as they belong to the Great Shang Dynasty, kill them all. I'm afraid people from the Brocade Sect may be disguised among them.