Martial Venerable Bi Xuan's final howl had frightened many of the Mongol Yuan warhorses into collapsing.
Mongol Yuan had few cavalrymen in the Western Xia Imperial City to begin with. Now they had all become infantry, and many men had even been severely injured by that howl, unable to hold their weapons steady.
Even those who had suffered no physical injury from the sound had suffered a devastating blow to their spirits.
The undefeated Martial Venerable had actually died!
Was the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming truly invincible?
Cheng Shifei had recovered some true qi and rushed to Lin Lang's side. "Imperial Preceptor, I knew a mere Bi Xuan could never be your match! We can break through the imperial city in an instant now. I guarantee that all of Western Xia will be part of Great Ming's territory within three days."
Did Mongol Yuan have any other experts? Even if they did, none would dare show their faces for a while.
How could Cheng Shifei miss such a splendid opportunity to win merit and make his name?
Bi Xuan had killed so many of their men just now. It was time for revenge.
Lin Lang nodded slightly and tipped his chin toward Bi Xuan's corpse. "Bury him."
Cheng Shifei acknowledged the order and quickly searched Bi Xuan's body.
Some Mongol Yuan Martial Venerable. He didn't have a single good thing on him. A penniless wretch. Pah!
He would have someone roll the corpse up in any old straw mat and bury it with the dead Mongol Yuan soldiers in the mass grave outside the city shortly.
"Everyone, charge with me! Our chance for revenge is here!"
Filled with hatred, the Great Ming soldiers became fiercely courageous. Many infantrymen ran almost as fast as the horses.
Some bore no real