novelraw Chapter 1303: Cripple Him with a Single Sword
Chapter 1303: Cripple Him with a Single Sword
"Everyone stop! Without my order, no one is allowed to make a move!" the old general commanded in a deep voice.His authority was immense within the army, and once the order was given, all the City Guard soldiers, despite their dissatisfaction, obediently put away their weapons.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Ziyue’s raging sword swung toward him, and the old general raised his sword to block.
With a "clang," the longswords met, and the old general was shocked back several steps, spewing a mouthful of blood.
Wu Ziyue was filled with hatred and was unwilling to let it go, immediately following with another sword attack.
The old general, along with his sword, was sent flying by a single slash, and while in mid-air, he vomited blood again.
"General!" Seeing the old general heavily fall to the ground, several City Guard officers hurriedly stepped forward, while the other soldiers once again gripped the hilts of their swords, glaring angrily at Wu Ziyue.
"Without my order, no one is to engage!" The old general pushed away those beside him and ordered the surrounding soldiers.
All around, everyone was seething with anger, and their eyes on Wu Ziyue seemed to shoot out flames.
Of course, they understood the intention behind the old general’s action. Once they engaged, the Black-armored Guards would inevitably join the fight. Whether they wanted to or not, they were ultimately Wu Ziyue’s personal guard, and they couldn’t just stand by and watch him get hacked to death by a storm of swords, could they?
And once they acted, it would be tantamount to two armies clashing, putting aside the rights and wrongs for the moment; the charge of mutiny would be undeniably established.
The old general understood the grave consequences, which is why he strictly prohibited them from taking action.
But if he alone clashed with Wu Ziyue, at most it would be counted as insubordination. Although severely punished, it wouldn’t implicate others.
Understanding the old general’s deep intentions, all the soldiers and civilians around were moved to tears.
Seeing no one dared to make a move, Wu Ziyue became even more presumptuous, swinging his sword at the old general one stroke after another.
Although the old general was not weak, he was seriously injured and couldn’t withstand Wu Ziyue’s overwhelming and increasingly forceful attacks. Blood kept spewing from his mouth, and his authoritative face turned ashen.
Seeing this scene, some soldiers and civilians felt their hearts being wrenched, tears uncontrollably streaming down their faces. They all knew that if this continued, the old general would surely die. Perhaps this was also his wish, to use his death to quell Wu Ziyue’s anger and exchange it for the peace of the city’s people.
"Stop!" Han Yan could no longer bear it, parted the crowd, and walked step by step toward Wu Ziyue.
She understood, just like everyone else, in the past, she wouldn’t have cared about the internal strife of Shangyue Country, even wishing it to become more chaotic. However, the previous actions of the old general and the Geng Family Master deeply moved Han Yan, and she naturally didn’t want to see him die innocently because of her.
"What, do you still dare to fight me?" Wu Ziyue had determined to place all his blame on Han Yan, and seeing her voluntarily coming forward, he was overjoyed.
Han Yan was severely weakened from dealing with the Chaotic Beasts, something even a fool could see, so how could he put her in his eyes?
"Do you think that just because I’m severely weakened, you can do whatever you want with me?" Han Yan glanced at Wu Ziyue and said calmly.
"Isn’t that so?" Wu Ziyue raised an eyebrow and said disdainfully.
Even though he didn’t have Han Yan’s powerful Six Senses, his strength wasn’t weak. He could tell that Han Yan’s steps were shaky at this time, and her voice lacked vigor, indicating that her strength hadn’t recovered, and she could barely wield even thirty percent of her power.
"Frog at the bottom of the well!" Han Yan sneered contemptuously and slowly drew out the Cold Sky Sword.
"Han Yan, in the guise of an envoy, actually harbored treacherous intentions. When her plot was exposed, she attempted to assassinate the City Lord, only to be slain by him on the spot. What do you think of this explanation?" Wu Ziyue said with a sinister smile. Everyone was aware of his intentions by now, and he couldn’t be bothered to hide it any longer. As long as he killed Han Yan and her companions, with no one left to testify, he could spin the story however he liked.
With his Shoulder-to-shoulder King father backing him, he had no need to worry about what others might say.
"As a descendant of the Shoulder-to-shoulder King and a City Lord, how despicable and shameless you are. Were the throne really passed to you, who knows how many commoners would suffer? But luckily, you won’t have that chance." With these words, Han Yan rushed straight at Wu Ziyue.
"Lord Mu, don’t!" the old general and the Geng Family Master exclaimed in unison.
They could clearly see that Han Yan was severely weakened at this point and was by no means a match for Wu Ziyue; rushing in was akin to seeking death.
"Seeking death!" Wu Ziyue sneered viciously and wildly swung his longsword.
This strike was infused with all of Wu Ziyue’s Qi, clearly determined to kill Han Yan on the spot. In contrast, Han Yan’s feeble figure seemed utterly powerless.
"Stop!" everyone shouted in unison.
Even the city’s distant residents echoed the cry. Despite the generations-old enmity between Shangyue and Anyun, human hearts were made of flesh, and they couldn’t bear to see their savior die so miserably under Wu Ziyue’s sword.
Sadly, with murder already in Wu Ziyue’s heart, how could he be swayed by them? His sword continued slicing toward Han Yan without hesitation.
Seeing Han Yan on the brink of disaster, everyone felt a deep sense of shame, many shedding tears.
Just then, Han Yan’s figure suddenly flickered and vanished into thin air.
"Nine Heavens, Star Fall!" Before Wu Ziyue could react, a cool voice sounded from the sky. Han Yan’s beautiful face reappeared in everyone’s sight.
Shocked, Wu Ziyue hastily pulled back his half-executed Sword Force and once more swung at Han Yan, though with much less power.
With a "boom," Han Yan’s strike sent Wu Ziyue flying.
Han Yan landed softly on the ground, surprisingly unharmed.
Wu Ziyue wasn’t wrong; she was indeed severely weakened, unable to muster even thirty percent of her strength. However, he didn’t know she had Shadow Shifting, Cangxuan Cloud Silk, and the Glazed Glass Holy Robe. Against other opponents of equal strength, she might not stand a great chance with just these, but she had already discerned that Wu Ziyue, though strong, had neither combat experience nor courage. Essentially a straw man, he was never a threat to her.
The cold sword was like snow, the clothes like glowing clouds; at this moment, Han Yan exuded purity and majesty, like a Nine Heavens Immortal descending to earth, or an ancient War God arriving, making people not dare to look directly at her.
In that moment, nearly everyone felt an impulse to bow and worship.
"No, impossible, impossible?" Wu Ziyue, spitting blood, looked at Han Yan in disbelief.
The previous strike had not only shattered his meridians throughout his body but also simultaneously ruptured his Qi Sea; even if healed with difficulty, he was doomed to be crippled for life.
For such a despicable and thankless person, Han Yan would never show mercy if she decided to act. If you don’t remove the roots, the grass will grow again in spring. Lady Mu understood this principle perfectly well.
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