The Empress's No.1 Lackey

Chapter 1025 - 572: Welcome, Commander Zhao

"Or... perhaps the master is hidden in the enemy camp and has yet to make a move." Yuan Feng tried to find an answer.

Zhao Shixiong thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Instead of guessing, why not find out for ourselves!"

With that, he extended his right arm, and a heavy black great guan sword was forcibly drawn out from the air waves!

The Southwest "Skinny Tiger," with bristly whiskers and not a towering figure, laughed heartily: "Gongsun, beat the drums for your father! Commander Yuan, cover Zhao in formation!"

The voluptuous woman with dual swords on her back remained silent, swiftly heading to the nearby war drums, Gongsun held the hammer, stretching his body in the night light:

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Amidst the drumbeats, Zhao Shixiong bent his knees and sunk his waist, wielding the Soul-breaking Blade, he leaped through the air!

Charging straight at the enemy’s main camp!

"The general is entering the formation!"

On the plain, each of the Southwest border army soldiers heard the drumbeats, they suddenly raised their heads, watching with devotion and awe as a figure crossed over countless heads, rushing towards the enemy’s battle banner.

"Halt!"

Within the camp, the face of the second son commanding the battle changed, a military officer beside him grabbed a giant hammer and leaped towards Zhao Shixiong, his roar thunderous.

This was also a martial artist of the Worldly Realm, one of Mu Prince Manor’s carefully cultivated house servants.

"Slash—"

Zhao Shixiong swung a blade in mid-air, the head of the hammer-wielding military expert fell! Blood gushed towards the sky like a fountain!

Half of the remaining body contained a vague Divine Soul that turned horrified, but was skillfully swept away by the Soul-breaking Blade, even the Divine Soul was annihilated.

Zhao Shixiong flicked his long blade, looking at the front of the camp, where the second son had already vanished in escape, his heart felt no joy.

Instead, a heaviness sank into his heart...

"The frontline is shockingly weak..."

Zhao Shixiong gazed into the distance, at Jingchuan City in the darkness, a bad premonition arose.

...

...

Jingchuan City.

A black carriage sped swiftly, crossing through the forest.

Finally, a large garden came into view ahead.

"This is the place. According to intelligence, Xu Jingtang should be stationed here." Zhao Douan compared the map, lifted his head, and looked forward at the building.

Zhong Pan pulled the reins, stopping the carriage.

Five people jumped out of the compartment, then walked under the cover of night, approaching the Hundred Generations Garden.

This time, due to uncertainty about the internal situation, to avoid mistakes, Zhao Douan did not choose to let Jin Jian open a "transmission gate."

Direct random entry.

Instead, the plan was to enter through the main gate.

Outside the garden, there were indeed some soldiers patrolling and standing guard, holding torches vigilantly.

"Something doesn’t seem right, be careful," Zhao Douan observed for a moment, and said in a low voice: "With the frontline in battle and the rear evacuating, tonight they forcibly took away those local scholarly families, logically, the central garden shouldn’t be this quiet..."

Zhong Pan took down a large sword from his back, calmly saying: "Yet the situation is as it is."

Zhao Douan nodded, the situation being as it is, regardless of correctness, they must enter and see.

And although Ji Yue withdrew, the remaining five were enough to handle any unforeseen changes.

"This time, I’ll lead the way." Zhong Pan took the initiative, stepping as the vanguard, seemingly wanting to make up for his unsatisfactory performance in the previous battle.

Zhao Douan didn’t force, quietly shielding everyone in front of him.

The group did not alert the surrounding patrol troops, Jin Jian twisted the moonlight, making everyone invisible, openly entering the Hundred Generations Garden.

Then along the garden’s highways, they hurried towards the rear residence.

Everything along the way was normal, inside the garden, house servants and maidens holding lamps patrolled, a scene of peace.

Yet this peace only made Zhao Douan more uneasy, he had not forgotten Zhang Yan Yi’s hint to him.

He touched the sachet inside his sleeve and continued forward.

Soon.

The group entered the rear residence safely and without incident, without alerting anyone.

Immediately discovering there were no house servants here.

The entire mansion was brightly lit but oddly quiet, only the hanging lanterns flickered with ghastly white flames.

Finally, when the group of five jumped into the courtyard where Xu Jingtang resided, Zhao Douan’s ears suddenly heard a slightly familiar voice:

"As the Prince expected, the frontline battle was just a feint, the real threat still comes from the northern assassins."

"Everyone, stop hiding, show yourselves."

Jin Jian whispered suddenly, looking up, saying: "The sky has clouded over!"

At that instant, the garden that was originally under a clear night sky suddenly gathered countless dark clouds, blocking the moonlight, leaving only dim starlight.

The figures of Zhao Douan and others naturally emerged from invisibility.

He lifted his head, surprised to see an effeminate man in his twenties walk out of the hall ahead.

His mouth habitually curled up, always giving a sense of smiling, but there was always a proud sarcasm in that smile, as if a superiority developed from being in high positions.

"It’s you!" Zhao Douan’s pupils broadened.