The Demon Lords

Chapter 501 17 One Word_3

A Ming silently picked up his water pouch again, taking a light sip. Drink more blood in peacetime, so there's enough to spill in wartime.

Xue Three sat on Fanli's shoulders, and next to Fanli, a coffin rested.

After leaving the city gate and arranging the troops in formation, Chief Zheng suddenly felt a wave of panic. But after gazing at the figure in the Southwest, he felt indifferent again.

Zheng Fan wasn't deliberately trying to curry favor, nor did he expect Tian Wujing to notice him. Truthfully, he didn't have many thoughts, only one remained: Since Old Tian is here, no matter what, I have to back him up.

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In the Southwest, Tian Wujing, surrounded by thousands of Three Jin knights, remained seated atop his Pixiu.

The Pixiu was panting, looking exhausted. It was indeed tired. A journey that would typically take at least three days was completed in one. The two flag-bearing soldiers behind him had each ridden two horses to death.

Tian Wujing reached out and scratched the Pixiu's fur.

Sensing someone approaching from the front, the Pixiu stood up again, a low growl rumbling in its throat. This frightened many of the horses of the Three Jin knights ahead, causing them to become restless and agitated.

Situ Jianguo watched Tian Wujing from a distance. He didn't dare to approach, knowing that this man before him, even without a large army, was by no means an easy person to deal with.

Setting aside his title of Lord Jingnan, he himself was a genuine Third Rank Martial Cultivator, and in his prime!

Yu Huacheng also didn't dare to approach; he silently reined in his horse and stood beneath his own command flag.

Finally, a figure in white robes flitted out from amongst the Three Jin knights, like a Startling Swallow, and landed before the formation. With just a glance, it caused the fierce Pixiu to instinctively suppress its ferocity.

Upon seeing this person appear, Situ Jianguo was first taken aback, then immediately looked at Yu Huacheng beside him and said, "I never expected the Sword Saint to have been here all along."

Yu Huacheng gave a slight smile, not bothering to explain at that moment.

Situ Jianguo wasn't annoyed; instead, he turned to look towards the front of the lines with even greater interest.

The Sword Saint looked at Tian Wujing and chuckled, "They say heroes of the street enjoy walking alone with their swords, daring to single-handedly watch the crashing waves. I didn't expect that Lord Jingnan has now also developed the disposition of the street. Yu Huaping, swordsman of Jin land, requests instruction from Lord Jingnan!"

Tian Wujing leaned back slightly, his hand still gently rubbing and scratching the Pixiu's fur, soothing his mount's tension caused by the presence of the sword before them.

After a moment, Lord Jingnan lifted his eyes slightly. Looking at this Sword Saint from Jin State, he pointed behind him and said, "The street, in the end, is too small. I can't be bothered to step down into it, and this street cannot contain me. To walk alone armed with a sword—that is the way of a common fellow of the street. Behind me, a Royal Flag of Yan leads the way, and a command flag is at my side. How could this be considered coming alone? I have come leading a great army."

Behind Lord Jingnan, two flag-bearing cavalrymen stood with their chests puffed out. The Black Dragon flag and the Jingnan Army's command flag SWISHED in the evening breeze.

Hearing this, the Sword Saint did not get angry but merely retreated two steps in silence.

Tian Wujing's meaning was simple: He couldn't be bothered to engage in idle chatter with him in the manner of the street. The proper way was that of civil and martial matters of the imperial court and officialdom. No matter how sharp the Sword Saint's blade was, at this moment, he was not qualified to speak with Tian Wujing.

Finally, Yu Huacheng rode out, coming to his elder brother's side and then before Tian Wujing. He cupped his hands in a salute befitting a junior and said, "Yu Huacheng, Commander of Jin State's capital city garrison, greets Lord Jingnan of Yan State. I was unaware of Your Lordship's grand arrival; for what purpose have you come?"

This was feigning ignorance despite knowing the truth. It was an awkward situation, but one had to feign it; otherwise, it would be difficult to even begin a conversation. Could it be that they would actually order the other party killed directly?

Lord Jingnan looked at Yu Huacheng, nodded, and said, "I have come for only one matter."

Yu Huacheng inwardly relaxed. Being able to talk was a good thing. It seemed this Lord Jingnan, so notorious for his ferocity, wasn't actually that difficult to deal with. He immediately followed up, "Dare I ask, Your Lordship, what matter is it?"

Lord Jingnan's gaze swept slowly over the surroundings, finally settling on Yu Huacheng again.

One matter. Actually, it was just one word.

Tian Wujing, while casually patting the Pixiu beneath him, said very nonchalantly, "Scram."