The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Chapter 183 - His Highness the Crown Prince

Edited by Animeart

One hundred thousand iron hooves galloped towards Ling Fengxiao.

He was dressed in brilliant red, which was particularly conspicuous against the yellow sand wasteland. It also strongly contrasted with the torrent of black armored cavalry, like a bloody setting sun in the sky.

However, the person’s figure was small.

Lin Shu could hear the sound of the battle horn coming from the Northern Xia cavalry, and the entire vanguard troop rushed towards Ling Fengxiao.

The senses of Immortal cultivators were quite sharp. He could even see the slightly cruel smile under the visor of some of the cavalry in front of him.

And also.

The so-called, ‘if one man can guard the pass, ten thousand enemies cannot get through‘, was nothing but an impossible legend. People who cultivated towards immortality, no matter how profound their cultivation was, two fists could not beat four hands. When their cultivation was exhausted, they would be defeated and controlled by others.

At this moment, the Generals and Cavalry of Northern Xia were full of disdain and ridicule.

Perhaps they were all thinking that although Her Royal Highness Fengyang of Southern Xia Dynasty had a very profound cultivation, she had lost her mind. She had to run here as a mantis trying to stop a cart– no matter how peerless her cultivation was and how beautiful her face was, she would be razed into mud and ground into dust under the iron hooves after today. Even her bones would even be difficult to gather.

Lin Shu watched in silence as they galloped towards Ling Fengxiao with such expressions, and even thought about what kind of look Xiao Xuan had at this moment.

It was getting closer and closer.

A thousand feet, a hundred feet, ten feet, five feet.

He heard the old General beside him sighed bitterly, with an expression of anxiousness and heartache.

Five feet, four feet, three feet.

At the time of life and death, the ground suddenly thundered!

A spiral wisp of blood, like falling flowers, arose from Ling Fengxiao’s body. It was at this moment when heaven and earth were silent.

There seemed to be some kind of change happening between heaven and earth, but no one could perceive what was happening. Only intuition drove the frontlines of the cavalry to suddenly rein in their horses. The soldiers behind them could not rein in their horses in time and rammed into the front cavalry, causing a lot of commotion.

The cavalry looked at each other, they did not know exactly where the strange feeling came from. Fortunately, the general reacted instantly, and the next moment, the horn that meant “charge” sounded, and the riders simultaneously clamped their legs on the belly of the horses and shot forward like an arrow released from the bow.

In the wind, a strand of hair on Ling Fengxiao’s forehead was blown, brushing across his face. Facing the dark torrent of the iron cavalry that seemed to fall from the Nine Heavens, he did not make any extra movements, but just very slowly pulled out his blade.

Guiltless Blade– the blade was pitch-black. It was not only dark and lightless, but also as if it was a black hole that could swallow all the light in this world.

The moment the blade completely left the sheath, all ghosts wailed!

Lin Shu knew that in times of war and turbulence in ancient times, some people came up with the idea of “being besieged on all sides” and sent people to sing the ballad of homesickness in their local accent in the camp where the enemy troops were stationed. The enemy soldiers who had been away from home for a long time, hearing this song, couldn’t help but shed tears on their lapels. It was difficult to restrain their grief. From then, their morale would decline greatly.

The ballad of homesickness could make thousands of soldiers shed tears, so what about the resentment and grievances originally born from the hearts of all people in the world?

In troubled times, life was like a floating duckweed. Who has never had any resentment?

Lin Shu saw that even the generals on the Southern Xia side were controlled by the wailing of thousands of ghosts, their eyes were confused and dazzled — not to mention the soldiers of Northern Xia who were directly affected by the haunting sound.

Even those sturdy and brawny horses were showing anxious demeanor, constantly snorting and swinging their tails, their fist-sized eyes were red, they looked as if they were dripping blood.

Maybe they had not eaten well, or were abused by their owners? Lin Shu thought to himself.

Or the cavalry and the horses needed to be trained day by day. They could have been a carefree wild horses among the green mountains and waters, but because they were battle-steeds, they were forcibly captured and put into the barracks, donned on with armored helmets and saddles, and became war horses driven by people, or cargo horses carrying heavy loads, pulling carts and transporting luggage.

It could be seen that people have hatred, horses also have hatred, and so did all living things in the world. Whoever has a soul, there was hatred.

It is precisely because of this that the power that Ling Fengxiao could use was endless.

The ‘charging’ sound of the battle horn was intermittent and difficult to hear from the wailing of ghosts between heaven and earth. However, the soldiers blowing it, affected by the mourning ghost sound, were also not in a very good condition, breathless and out of tune, which was extremely unpleasant to hear.

The cavalry who heard the order to charge ahead braced themselves, gripped the reins and drove the horses forward. The Northern Xia army experienced a second gallop and finally moved with difficulty once again — the reason behind the difficulty was because the horses were mostly uncooperative.

And then the next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The blood mist rose from the ground and dispersed silently. Everyone who was affected by the grievances and resentment, under their feet and even their bodies began to dissipate wisps of bloody or black mist. When they noticed it, they were already in the sea of blood.

This scene was so spine-chilling and terrifying. Some soldiers had their legs trembling like a chaff in the wind, and hundreds of war horses were frightened and were frenzied. They all went mad, rushing left and right in the cavalry formation, stumbling and scattering a large number of soldiers and horses.

Regardless of what happened, the morale of Northern Xia had already dwindled to nothing.

However, the army of Northern Xia was not only consisting of mortal cavalry and ordinary war horses, but also wizards with profound cultivation.

Suddenly, a deafening sound, like a pealing of a bell, came from the back

“Pretending to be a God! Shameless!” An old wizard said, “Is this the gentleman’s style of your Southern Xia?” His voice, enhanced by a spell, could be heard throughout the battlefield.

Ling Fengxiao responded to him and naturally also enhanced his voice with a spell. However, the distinctive effects were not the same. The voice was not as loud as the old wizard, but just cold, faint and ethereal, floating down from mid-air.

“Oh?” They just heard him say, “It is considered shameless for our Palace to pretend to be a God, but what about your country turning hundreds of thousands of people into living corpses and attacking the capital of our Dynasty at night?”

The old wizard was obviously choked for a moment, but did not show weakness and said, “When swordsmen meet in the battlefield, they would fight a bloody battle with swords. What is the point of you playing tricks like this?”

“What’s the point?” Ling Fengxiao seemed to sigh: “Your Excellency wants to meet each other with swords, I have to respectfully obey the order .... Please enlighten me!”

When the words “enlighten me” fell, his left hand lightly wiped the “Guiltless” blade.

The Guiltless blade that followed him over the years, had gradually gained spirituality. At this moment, following the movements of his fingertips, the blade trembled slightly, emitting a low sound.

Large swaths of black evil Qi soared in the blood mist, gathered, separated and condensed.

Although only half an incense stick of time had passed, it felt as if it was a lifetime.

That black, treacherous and terrifying evil qi, condensed into tens of thousands of densely packed blades with their sharp tips pointing down in mid-air!

Each of the blades was in the shape of Guiltless, with Guiltless’ endless bloody and hostile aura.

All the soldiers of Northern Xia, as long as they raised their heads, would tremble in fear to find that there was a vicious, open-edged long blade hanging directly over their heads. It looked as if in the next moment, it would fall down straight on them, stabbing themselves into halves.

Apart from the cavalry, even the wizards were not spared. No matter how excellent their cultivation was, at that moment, they were suppressed by the powerful evil Qi emitted by the Guiltless blade, so much so that even their bodies couldn’t move. Let alone them using any sacrificial magical tools or chanting any spells or incantations

At this moment, no one could say that Ling Fengxiao was pretending to be a God or even bluffing.

The howling of the countless ghosts could be an illusion, the blood mist could also be considered as a blindfold, but the tip of the blade hanging above the head and the intuition between life and death, was absolutely impossible to fake. Everyone understood in their hearts that if Ling Fengxiao wanted to take their lives, it would only happen in a blink of an eye.

——What kind of cultivation was this?

Looking at their expressions, Lin Shu could imagine that these people had doubts about this world and even wondered, ‘Why on earth did I come here?’

However, they have no other way, the current little phoenix was just this powerful.

Ling Fengxiao put away his blade and returned it to its sheath. He lightly flicked the sleeves of his robe.

And between the sea of blood, a pathway opened up. The bodies of the cavalry and war horses were no longer under their own control, and were forced to separate to both sides, forming a wide pathway.

At that moment, even the sky was reflected in red. Ling Fengxiao walked slowly forward in red clothes, treading along the surging sea of blood, like an evil spirit crawling out of the Asura hell prison, or the King of blood coming from a distant country.

All in all, this scene would remain in the hearts of everyone present for a long time, becoming an unforgettable memory for a lifetime, or a lifelong nightmare.

Especially for Xiao Xuan.

Halfway through, Ling Fengxiao seemed a little impatient and didn’t want to go forward.

——Or he felt that he’s a little too far away from Lin Shu now.

He stretched out his hand slowly to the front.

The Big Miss’s slender jade fingers scratched at the air.

At the core of the Northern Xia army, the chariot of Xiao Xuan, soared into the air, flew several rolls in mid air, and finally landed heavily on the ground in front of Ling Fengxiao.

The people inside didn’t come out, which seemed to be a silent resistance.

However, silent resistance was only useful when the strength of both parties was equal.

Ling Fengxiao gently raised his eyebrows, and this solid brass and ebony war chariot slowly tilted to one side.

Xiao Xuan and a group of guards tumbled out of the chariot door.

This person was wearing apricot gold clothes today. Lin Shu, looking from a distance, felt like the man was an enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang.

The enhanced version of Xiao Lingyang said to Ling Fengxiao, “Your Royal Highness! Your Highness, Xiao Xuan has something to say!”

Ling Fengxiao: “Yes.”

Xiao Xuan: “... Ah?”

Ling Fengxiao: “Let’s discuss peace today?”

Xiao Xuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, “Yes, Your Highness.”

“If Your Highness has no objection, Your Highness will order the whole territory of Northern Xia to surrender.”

“Yes,Yes...” Xiao Xuan responded with a stack of voices, then suddenly realized something was wrong: “... No! The battle in Weichuan has not yet been dis-engaged...”

Then, he looked around, watching the trembling knees of his own soldiers under the dense rain of blades. The words “the winner has not yet been determined”, could not really be said.

However, His Royal Highness still wanted some face, so surrendering at this point was too unpromising — even though he already has no face to speak of.

Xiao Xuan trembled and said: “This matter... is too important. I am just a...Prince of the State, and I have to report to my father before I can.. make a decision.”

“All right.” To everyone’s great surprise, Ling Fengxiao’s attitude was very gentle.

Xiao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

“Then please, may I ask your Royal Highness to go back with me and be a guest for a few days.” Ling Fengxiao said lightly.

Xiao Xuan: “...”

Lin Shu wanted to laugh.

It was a proven fact that both Xiao Lingyang and Xiao Xuan were equally weak and helpless in front of Ling Fengxiao.

He continued to look at Xiao Xuan.

Xiao Xuan looked at his guards.

The guard’s faces paled.

Xiao Xuan, looked at his general.

The general looked totally helpless.

Xiao Xuan looked at his hundreds of thousands of troops.

The troops didn’t dare to move.

Xiao Xuan had to turn to look at Ling Fengxiao.

Ling Fengxiao turned around lightly, and the red clothes fluttered with the movement.

Xiao Xuan followed helplessly, looking desperate and dejected, raising his head from time to time, glancing at Ling Fengxiao’s back.

The guards looked at each other and finally chose to stay where they were and give up their Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Ling Fengxiao led the half-dead Prince of Northern Xia towards Southern Xia.

The Southern Xia side was also afraid of the atmosphere.

As they got closer, Lin Shu heard Xiao Xuan asking Ling Fengxiao, “Her Royal Highness, Beautiful Highness, have we met somewhere?”

Her Royal Highness looked back and smiled: “Your Highness, you might as well think about it.”

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