Chapter 738 - 400: General and Prince_2
Chapter 738: Chapter 400: General and Prince_2
"Forgive my lord, your humble servant deserves a thousand deaths!"
"Do you know that some lies can lead to death?"
The General slowly spoke:
"In estimating victory or defeat, one must rely on past records.
"This person fought against eight in Celestial Melody City, their Martial Arts skill so high that they hardly seem like they could have come from the Southern Domain.
"Practically speaking, you should make it clear that the outcome of this battle is unpredictable, and I must give my all to avoid any unforeseen mishaps.
"But you recklessly boast, and if I believed your words deeply, thinking lightly of the enemy.
"Getting killed by that young man right in front of the two armies... wouldn’t that be the death of me?"
The General’s tone was neither intense nor malicious, speaking gently, almost as if he were teaching earnestly.
The young man trembled as if sieved like chaff:
"It was my ignorance, I plead... I plead the lord for leniency."
"Alright."
The General spoke:
"Raise your head."
The youth instinctively lifted his head, and at that moment, the General suddenly reached out his hand towards his face.
A shriek of extreme misery instantly rang out within the camp tent.
The wind blew, moving the book that the General placed on the table, its pages turning to reveal the words: Valley of Eternal Night’s Skin Peeling Art!
Suddenly, a hand stained with fresh blood grabbed that book...
Shortly thereafter, the General walked out from the camp tent.
After taking a couple of steps, he reached out to touch his neck, his hand coming away covered in blood.
He thought for a moment, took out a fine cloth from his bosom, and wiped it.
Confirming there was no more fresh blood, he put away the cloth, raised his gaze slowly upwards, and saw a figure, like an agile monkey, standing atop the flagpole, hand shielding his eyes as he looked towards Immortal Cloud Mountain.
The General mused slightly, clasped his fists, and spoke:
"Greetings, Prince Xi."
The man turned his head, wearing a mask on his face, remarkably marked with the word ’Xi’.
He chuckled lightly, rolled his body, and came down from the flagpole.
He circled around the General, smilingly said:
"Your skills have improved, congratulations."
The General spoke softly:
"Prince Xi is jesting."
At this moment, the sound of drums resounded throughout the camp.
Figures moved in coordination, gathering on the front lines.
"They have arrived."
Prince Xi spoke with a smile:
"How about today, I, the Prince, join you to properly meet this Third Young Master who is renowned in the Martial World?"
"The Prince will be troubled."
"Not at all, it is I who rely on the General."
Prince Xi spoke cheerfully:
"Today will surely yield great rewards... but I wonder, whether this Third Young Master’s end comes here today."
The General said nothing, stepping forward.
Prince Xi follows closely, speaking with a cheerful tone:
"Speaking of this, the play is really effective.
"Enough to deceive anyone... but why is there no flaw at all?"
He murmured incessantly, but the General said nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the two had already arrived at the front lines.
The seating had been prepared here.
Yet the General did not sit at the main seat but looked at Prince Xi:
"The Prince is supervising the army this time, please take the seat."
"That would be putting the host above the guest."
Prince Xi hurriedly waved his hand:
"If I take this seat, the Sect Leader will skin me later...
"Speaking of skinning, I wonder when the General will lend me that rare copy he acquired.
"What it says about the Valley of Eternal Night nowadays lacks any trace of news, don’t know how many years ago such a Sect existed.
"But the skinning method recorded in it is truly astounding.
"The General hogging it alone is indeed vile."
He spoke while walking to the other side to sit down.
At this time, on both sides of the chair stood figures, each emanating a dangerous aura.
Like blood-stained knives, swords that kill.
The coexistence of sharpness and murderous aura makes one alarmed at seeing them.
These eight people, seeing the General and Prince Xi arriving together, greeted in turn, first saluting the General, then Prince Xi.
The General remained silent, while Prince Xi’s gaze swept over them one by one.
Lightly praising:
"The Slaughter Scripture is truly convenient.
"They all think, under the General’s command, that the Eight Great Battle Generals, lose one less one.
"Yet unaware that with the Slaughter Scripture, there can be as many Battle Generals as needed, whether eight or eighty.
"If ruthless enough to kill more people, it could even be eight hundred Battle Generals!
"I wonder, do all the Generals have some obsession with the number ’eight’?"
The General glanced at Prince Xi:
"Prince..."
Just as he said these two words, his expression suddenly darkened, looking up sharply.
A cloud seemed to drift in the sky, spreading darkness across the heavens.
Prince Xi exclaimed oddly:
"Oh my, is the World-Destroying Demon Monarch coming?
"Who indeed is the villain here? Isn’t it the Martial Arts Alliance Leader from Lingbei coming?"
"Prince, mind your words."
The General spat out four words, sitting upright in the main seat, concentrating his gaze on a young man.
He wore a white robe, like a modest gentleman, seeming abrupt, yet appeared almost naturally mid-air at the front lines.
Standing in the air, hands behind his back.
Graceful like a celestial being descending into the world.
The disciples of the Celestial Evil Cult maintained calm faces, despite their hearts shaking in surprise at this sudden person, yet their faces showed no trace of shock.
Chu Qing’s gaze swept over, taking in the Celestial Evil Cult’s arrangement entirely.
In the frontline there were four phalanxes, each phalanx should have a thousand people.
Behind these four formations lay a high platform.
Standing on the platform were eight masters of extraordinary presence, and sitting at the main seat... should be the General.
Beside the General, there was another chair.
This chair was placed in a peculiar position, seemingly higher than the main seat, yet not facing forward directly, but angled.
It seemed to indicate that the owner of this chair had a higher status than the one in the main seat.
Placed here, sat here, just not wanting to upstage the host.
But what really caught Chu Qing’s attention was the person squatting on that chair.
This person couldn’t be seen clearly, only wearing a mask with the word ’Xi’ on it.
"Prince Xi..."
Chu Qing murmured to himself, recalling many memories from his time in the South Ridge.
This person used the Nine Profound Divine Skill as bait, misleading others into practicing his wicked methods, eventually turning into his puppets.
He used methods as threads, weaving them into a performance, deceiving the world.
Chu Qing had long wanted to meet Prince Xi, whom he had dealt with indirectly, but never truly met.
Unexpectedly, they would face each other today.
While Chu Qing was looking at Prince Xi, Prince Xi was looking at Chu Qing.
He suddenly waved at Chu Qing:
"Third Brother, it’s been a long time since we parted at Qingxi Village."
Chu Qing chuckled silently, as if imitating Gentle.
Indeed, Qingxi Village was where they first crossed paths, at that time Chu Qing operated on the principle of avoiding trouble by staying out of matters, not noticing him lurking in the shadows.
Unexpectedly, he brought it up today.
"Prince Xi has quite the interest, have you come today seeking a prime burial place?"
Chu Qing spoke slowly, his words naturally lacking any politeness.
Unexpectedly, Prince Xi nodded repeatedly:
"We indeed share a close bond in spirit; Third Brother understands my mind.
"Yes, the Prince came today precisely to find a perfect resting place...
"I wonder if Third Brother has any recommendations?"
"Yes."
Chu Qing nodded:
"Looking at Immortal Cloud Mountain’s picturesque scenery, the base of the mountain adjacent to the stream, perfect for eternal rest.
"Why doesn’t Prince Xi behead himself in front of everyone, buried amongst the green hills and clear waters, wouldn’t that be delightful?"
"That won’t do... for the Prince is one of the Twelve Saint Kings of the Celestial Evil Cult, even in death, it cannot be too hasty, right?"
Prince Xi said with a smile:
"Today definitely must bring some Righteous Path experts to be buried with the Prince, to avoid, upon reaching the Underworld, the plight of being bullied alone by those comrades who died at Third Brother’s hand."