“Ah!”
Ji Ning raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice of grief and anger piercing the gloom in the sky.
Ling Xiao clenched his fists so tightly that blood seeped from between his fingers.
The rumbling of the war wolves finally stopped, and more than twenty thousand Beimo Army soldiers all arrived at the square.
Every face showed grief, anger, and unwillingness.
Their clothes were tattered.
Their armour was covered in the enemy’s blood.
Yet their good general Lü Chenglong had been cruelly killed.
Right in the imperial city of this country.
Right where the Emperor resided!
Soon, the imperial city’s garrison also began to move, hundreds of thousands of troops surrounding the more than twenty thousand Beimo Army soldiers and the Scorpion Tribe warriors.
The city gates were tightly closed.
The citizens trembled in fear, peeking from their homes.
Would the imperial city ultimately erupt into a brutal battle?
They were afraid.
Truly afraid.
Many of them had once insulted Ji Ning, Lü Chenglong, and the others. They feared the Beimo Army would seek revenge.
Though the Beimo Army soldiers were extremely grief-stricken and wished to kill Sikong Zun right now, they were a force with iron discipline.
Without orders, they would not act on their own.
Everyone held their weapons, suppressing the pain in their hearts, waiting for orders from Ji Ning or Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao felt terrible too.
He felt he could barely hold back.
He truly wanted to massacre the city!
This imperial city was too filthy. Ninety percent of the people deserved death!
Lü Chenglong was dead.
Ji Ning, Li Ruguang, Zhang Yufei, and Zhuge Ming had all become cripples. Not only had their legs been smashed, but some had their eyes gouged out, others their ears cut off.
In short, none were intact.
A surge of evil fire burned inside Ling Xiao, nearly consuming his reason.
Yue Nü stood there. Even she, at this moment, could not help feeling sorrow.
She had lived too long and seen too many similar things, yet every time, she still found it hard to accept.
“Dai Yuling, Dai Yaoling, Lan Yuer, take the great general and the commanders down to treat their wounds.”
Every word Ling Xiao spoke brought blood from the corners of his mouth.
He was enduring too much pain.
Faced with such a tragic scene, he truly wanted to turn into a demon and go mad just once.
“Stop!”
Sikong Zun suddenly shouted, “Ling Xiao, what do you think you are doing? Leading the rebellious Beimo Army to storm the imperial city and trying to free the traitorous Ji Ning and others. Do you know this is a capital crime?”
He shouted, yet still stood far away.
Because he feared Yue Nü.
“Capital crime? I am merely rescuing this country’s meritorious officials from the real traitors. What crime is there?”
Ling Xiao looked coldly at Sikong Zun. He wished to slice the flesh from this man’s body piece by piece to feed the dogs.
“Who are you calling a traitor?”
Sikong Zun asked in a cold voice.
“Of course it is you! Sikong Zun!”
Ling Xiao suddenly pointed at Sikong Zun and shouted sternly.
What was going on?
Many people were stunned.
Among the imperial city guards, most did not know the truth. The commoners had only followed the crowd.
Whatever Sikong Zun said, they believed. No one dared stand up and say his words were false.
Feng Qingyan and Feng Yanran had been forbidden by the Fire Phoenix Clan to discuss the matter.
The other survivors were basically Ice Phoenix Clan lackeys. They would say nothing.
So Sikong Zun’s words naturally became truth.
“Ling Xiao, do you think slandering General Sikong like this will make others believe you? Today you have committed a heavenly crime. No one can save you!”
In the crowd, Wan Qiufeng, missing an arm, looked at Ling Xiao smugly. “Rest assured, after you die, I will take good care of every one of your women.”
“Kill him.”
Ling Xiao said indifferently.
No one knew whom he was speaking to.
But the next moment, Wan Qiufeng’s head separated from his body.
The person standing beside Wan Qiufeng was one of the Dark Sting members.
After killing Wan Qiufeng, he quickly vanished into the crowd.
This was Dark Sting’s characteristic.
If they did not strike, fine. Once they did, it was fatal.
Too domineering!
Too powerful!
To dare kill a meritorious person in front of two heirs apparent and a great general.
This Ling Xiao was truly mad enough.
Ling Xiao merely glanced at the corpse indifferently and paid it no more attention.
Such filthy trash, dead, was like a stinking rat. No need to care.
“Sikong Zun, you probably never imagined I chased a thousand li and brought back Temur Mutu’s head!”
Ling Xiao sneered, raising a human head.
What!
How was this possible!
Shock!
Unbelievable!
The entire square erupted once more.
“Men, verify the head!”
Feng Yinshan gave a timely order.
Someone went forward and verified the head in front of everyone.
A quarter of an hour later.
“Reporting to Heir Apparent Yinshan, this is indeed Temur Mutu’s head. In the past, Temur Mutu fought the Emperor and was injured. We collected some of his body fibres. After comparison, they match completely!”
The person verifying the head was not from the Ice Phoenix Clan or the Fire Phoenix Clan, but from the Mirror Department.
The Mirror Department reported directly to the Emperor.
Their verification results would naturally be unquestionable.
“It really is Temur Mutu’s head. How on earth did you do it, Ling Xiao?”
Even with the facts before him, Feng Yinshan found it hard to believe.
Not just him, others could not believe it either.
“Reporting to Heir Apparent Yinshan, your subordinate captured Jiumo Zhiyan alive, luring Temur Mutu to attack the Scorpion Tribe in an attempt to seize their blood mirror to find Jiumo Zhiyan’s whereabouts. As a result, Temur Mutu fought a great battle with the Scorpion King, was severely injured, and was captured by your subordinate.”
Most of what Ling Xiao said was true, just without involving Yue Nü.
Anyway, those present at the time were Scorpion Tribe warriors and Dark Sting members, so no one would betray him.
Whatever he said was what it was.
“No wonder. I had heard the Scorpion King is a Yin-Yang Realm expert, on par with Temur Mutu. This makes sense.”
Feng Yinshan nodded.
Hearing this, the others nodded too, finally understanding Ling Xiao had picked up the scraps.
But even picking up scraps, to kill Temur Mutu and bring his head back was absolutely a great merit.
How could he be a traitor?
“Humph, since Temur Mutu is already dead in battle, there is no witness. Who knows if the Black Crow Empire used a corpse to help you become their spy, to gain sympathy and trust?”
Sikong Zun snorted coldly.
“Sikong old dog, you really will not shed a tear until you see the coffin!”
Ling Xiao sneered, gently stroking his beast ring and releasing Jiumo Zhiyan from it.
“Jiumo Zhiyan!”
Feng Yinshan and Fengming Qishan stood up almost simultaneously, shouting in surprise.
They were far too familiar with Jiumo Zhiyan.
