Chapter 127: Storming the Camp

Zha Yadu was bound like a zongzi, unable to move, hanging horizontally on the horse’s back. His expression was extremely dejected, and he lacked the strength to curse.

The main reason was that Minmin was dead. He felt the entire world had dimmed; he had nothing left to live for!

Minmin was clearly so intelligent and confident, how could she have been killed? Zha Yadu couldn’t believe it, but everyone Zhao Min took with her was annihilated, their corpses piled together and burned by the Beggars Sect.

Although he didn’t see Zhao Min’s corpse—perhaps because she was underneath—he saw The Two Xuanming Elders, and he also saw Master Ku, who always stayed by Zhao Min’s side. They were all dead.

Everyone protecting Zhao Min was dead. How could Zhao Min possibly have survived?

When Zha Yadu’s gaze shifted to the two people on another horse beside him, his eyes erupted with endless hatred once more!

It was those two people who killed his Minmin!

Yu Xian and Dongfang Bai paid no attention to Zha Yadu’s stare, instead heading affectionately toward the Mongolian camp.

A few miles away from the Mongolian camp, Yu Xian and the others let down their horses and used Lightness Skill to carry Zha Yadu toward the camp.

Yu Xian carried Zha Yadu, with Dongfang Bai following beside him. They soared down openly from the treetops, then stepped onto the Mongolian tents and headed straight for the largest tent in the camp.

One black and one red, they flew like ghosts over the heads of the soldiers.

Although they were spotted, the soldiers couldn’t react in time. Yu Xian and the others had already swept past, leaving only afterimages.

But these were, after all, well-trained soldiers, and they immediately organized a pursuit.

However, Yu Xian and Dongfang Bai had already reached the outside of the main tent. Yu Xian casually tossed Zha Yadu into the tent.

“Who goes there!”

Several people holding weapons immediately rushed out of the tent, warily watching the man and woman outside the main tent.

The people inside the tent were also surprised to see that what was thrown in was Zha Yadu, and they quickly untied him.

And their commander also followed them out of the tent, looking sternly at the pair of Yu Xian and Dongfang Bai.

The commander was a bearded man in his forties, looking very imposing and upright, possessing an aura of inherent authority.

Yu Xian had forgotten to inquire who their commander was, but he was certain that this commander was the one who forced Zhao Min to act prematurely.

At this moment, Yu Xian and Dongfang Bai were completely surrounded by soldiers, layer upon layer.

This was also the basis for the commander daring to come out.

“How audacious! Capture them!”

Oh, they even speak Han Chinese! Not bad!

The surrounding soldiers heard the order, and their long spears shot out in unison, intending to stab Yu Xian and Dongfang Bai.

Yu Xian gave Dongfang Bai a look, signaling that he was leaving it to her.

Dongfang Bai understood. She circled Yu Xian once, her sleeves fluttering. Then, bursts of miserable screams were heard, and the attacking soldiers in the first few rows collapsed, riddled with numerous pinpricks.

And the Dongfang Sect Leader quietly stood beside Yu Xian again.

Yu Xian secretly gave the Dongfang Sect Leader a thumbs-up.

The killing power of these embroidery needles was immense! They were very advantageous against a crowd; throwing them out caused a large number to fall. This directly made the soldiers, even under military orders, not dare to act rashly again.

“Who exactly are you people?” The commander also realized that the arrivals possessed formidable Martial Arts. There were no Martial Forest experts left in his camp; they had all been taken out by Zhao Min and Zha Yadu!

Zha Yadu had been thrown back, so he knew the operation had failed!

“Commander, they killed Minmin! I beg the Commander to avenge Minmin! Kill them! Charge! Kill them!” At this moment, Zha Yadu emerged from the tent. He had probably recovered his breath, and being on their own territory, he gained confidence.

“What? Princess Zhao Min is dead?” The commander was greatly shocked upon hearing this.

Although Princess Zhao Min was a woman, she was famous for her strategy, and she had several Great Grandmasters protecting her. How could she have died? Killed by the two people before him?

Doesn’t that mean the Martial Arts of these two people surpass that of a Great Grandmaster?

The Great Grandmasters protecting Princess Zhao Min were no match for them! Then couldn’t these two easily take his head amidst ten thousand troops?

The commander thought of this and couldn’t help but take a step back. What he was thinking wasn’t how to avenge Princess Zhao Min, but how to avoid having his head taken off amidst the masses!

But it was too late!

The moment he took a step back, a long sword pressed against his neck. If he dared to move, his head would immediately be separated from his body.

Looking beside him, the several deputy generals around him had already fallen! And Zha Yadu was kicked flying into the ranks of the soldiers. Only he remained at the entrance of the tent. The needles from the woman in red seemed inexhaustible; every time she waved her sleeve, a group of his men would die!

He wasn’t afraid of a frontal clash in military campaigns; he feared these Jianghu people who could easily take a life with their high-flying, agile movements!

“Order them to stop, or your head will be moving house,” a cold voice sounded next to the commander’s ear.

The commander didn’t dare look into that person’s eyes and immediately yelled for all the soldiers to halt.

“You are teachable!” Yu Xian said with a smile.

Just as Zha Yadu rushed out, he had given Dongfang Bai a look, asking her to cover him. Then, Yu Xian directly drew the Gentleman Sword, flashed forward, and closed in on the commander. Before the commander’s guards could react, the long sword had already slit their throats, finally resting at the commander’s neck.

“Great Hero, state your demands, please,” the commander said.

Seeing that Yu Xian only held him captive and didn’t kill him immediately, the commander clearly understood Yu Xian didn’t intend to kill him, but surely had demands. Thus, he spoke proactively.

“Retreat, then go back and tell your Great Khan that if he dares to covet our Central Plains again, I will personally visit your royal court to greet him. Oh, and your family. Don’t doubt my ability. I can enter and leave your tens of thousands of troops as I please,” Yu Xian stated calmly.

In truth, he knew threats would only provide a temporary reprieve, but that was all he needed for the moment.

“Good, good, good. Great Hero, I will retreat immediately and report back to my Great Khan.” The commander’s throat moved. At this moment, whatever the other party said, he would agree, as long as he complied.

“Very good. If you do not do as I say, when I return tonight, whether your head remains on your neck will be uncertain,” Yu Xian’s tone was somewhat casual, yet it contained a dense killing intent.

Yu Xian knew that the commander would not dare to disobey now, so he retracted his long sword, flew to Dongfang Bai’s side, took her hand, and soared up. Using the vertical spears raised by the soldiers and their heads as leverage, they easily vanished into the horizon, none able to stop them.

The Great Khan watched the departing figures and realized he was drenched in a cold sweat. By a hair’s breadth, by a hair’s breadth, he had almost died so ignominiously!

“Zha Yadu, get over here! Tell this commander who those two people were!” Once the danger passed, the commander’s anger surged up fiercely.

His camp of tens of thousands of troops had been threatened by just two people; this was a humiliation that could never be washed away!