The battlefield at Gourd Mouth.
Eight hundred Embroidered Spring Sabers hung in midair, slowly spinning.
Then.
They swept across in perfect unison.
Saber light swept like a hurricane, scything through head after head!
"Retreat!"
The pupils of the Iron Pagoda Cavalry contracted sharply as they watched Blade Aura pierce their iron armor and slice through their bodies.
Unable even to beg for mercy, they crashed to the ground in despair.
Each had fought across battlefields all his life, never imagining that the arts of the Jianghu could turn a battlefield into a slaughterhouse.
After that ultimate strike.
Blood mist shrouded the sky, corpses lay piled in layers, and Wolf Banners snapped in two!
On the battlements.
The eight hundred Embroidered Uniform Guards were deathly pale, the bones and sinews in their arms ruptured, blood seeping ceaselessly from their mouths and noses. Yet their eyes blazed with wild excitement, bloody tears spilling from them.
Lord Jia had wrought a miracle that shook heaven and horrified earth!
And they had been part of it!
For men born into this world, to have such a glorious moment, to comfort their ancestors and win renown across the land-they could die without regret!
Hot blood surged to the heads of the eight hundred Embroidered Uniform Guards, their hair bristling as they summoned their last scraps of strength.
Thud-
They fell to their knees one after another. Nearly three hundred brothers fainted outright, and within a dozen-odd breaths, all eight hundred had collapsed on the battlements.
"Lord Jia..."
Countless Embroidered Uniform Guards squirmed, trying to rise, but they could not even lift a finger.
The internal power in their dantians, the strength throughout their bodies, even their willpower-all had been drained dry!
Yet the battle to defend the walls was not over!
At Gourd Mouth Pass,