Divine Marshal Returns, We Are Saved

Within three days, the few of them could naturally leave the Azure Dragon Small Domain and enter the Bright Dragon Mountain Range to hide.

But if they brought the army with them, that would be impossible. If they brought Yun Province's civilians too, it would be even more impossible.

Hearing this question, Sikong Jing was suddenly at a loss. His body trembled again. A million soldiers had followed him through life and death.

Looking again at the inside and outside of Yun Province City, people beneath the city walls had begun to halt in their tracks, one after another turning to look this way.

"Look! Isn't that Divine Marshal Sikong? Has he returned?"

"Mother, Divine Marshal Sikong is back! I-I-I've seen his portrait. That's definitely Divine Marshal Sikong."

"Divine Marshal Sikong has finally returned... We don't need to fear that terrifying blood cloud anymore. The Divine Marshal will surely save us."

"Heaven has eyes! Greetings, Divine Marshal Sikong!"

Waves of excited cries from the people rang out within and beyond the city walls.

The Dark Wing Dragon Eagle and the Ice Soul Cold Eagle were simply too eye-catching, so everyone inside and outside the walls could see them clearly.

As they spoke, they dropped to their knees again and again, beside themselves with excitement.

Children after children revealed bright, sparkling eyes as they stared at Sikong Jing, making no attempt to hide their worshipful gazes.

For nearly a year now, Yun Province had been filled with legends of Divine Marshal Sikong.

He had defeated the armies of the Great Shang Dynasty. He had allowed Yun Province, caught between the two great dynasties of Great Shang and Great Xia, to survive. He had also spared countless people from the ravages of demon beasts and bandits...

Divine Marshal Sikong was a godlike