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Chapter 1182: The Ending (31)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Yu Shaoqing and Helian Sheng led an army of 100,000. Dong Xian’er was dressed in red armor and was also on the expedition.

“You don’t have to come,” Helian Sheng said as he rode.

Dong Xian’er tightened her grip on the reins and raised her eyebrows. “I’ve already slept with you. I have to be responsible for you!”

Helian Sheng : ‘

In the evening, Yan Jiuchao took the lead to attack the north city gate of Yu City.

The saint army on the city tower shot arrows at Yan Jiuchao. The warhorses were all frightened by the burning flames by their nature. Only Yan Jiuchao’s mount bravely advanced and took the lead in the flames.

“It wants to be a warhorse.”

The General was finally no longer the Sorcerer King’s pony. It was a warhorse, itself!

The moment Yan Jiuchao flew to the city tower, Milk Asura also flew to the city tower with his Asura Army. They fought with the soldiers guarding the city and opened the city gate from the inside.

After receiving the signal, Yu Shaoqing and the others also attacked the southern city gate.

“I’ll go first!” Dong Xian’er, who was dressed in red armor, rose into the air and flew towards the city tower.

However, the other party seemed to be prepared. A dense net covered in poisonous needles was thrown at her.

“Despicable!” Dong Xian’er’s beautiful face turned pale. She used her whip to hit the city wall, trying to use the force to push herself away to avoid this large net filled with poisonous needles. However, the large net was too big and she could not avoid it.

At the critical moment, Helian Sheng flew up and wrapped one hand around her waist. He swung an arc with his sword and shattered the poisonous net.

Dong Xian’er instantly felt sweetness in her heart. She blushed and buried her head in his chest. “Tell me, do you have me in your heart?”

Helian Sheng did not say anything. He only let go of her arm and Dong Xian’er fell.

“Ah! Stinky monk! I’m not done with you!”

The siege lasted for an entire night. After that, they charged into the city.

More and more commoners escaped from Yu City. Yu Wan evacuated those people who could be evacuated. A portion of those who needed treatment were sent to town, and those who were too urgent stayed in the camp.

Yu Wan and Old Cui were so busy that their feet did not touch the ground. One had just finished her confinement, and the other was old. After a busy day, they sat on the ground, not even bothering to breathe loudly.

The good news came at dawn on the fifteenth day.

Yu Wan had just stitched up an injured soldier’s wound when she turned around and saw Ping’er rushing in. “Young Madam! Young Madam! We won!

The Sacred Clan’s army has surrendered!”

The Sacred Clan’s army had eighty thousand soldiers. After fighting to the death, they had lost more than half of them. There were less than twenty thousand people left. They were out of ammunition and food. All the experts had been killed by Yan Jiuchao. Among them, there was not even a Half-Saint general. They no longer wanted to fight.

“Is Yan Jiuchao coming back?” Yu Wan’s eyes sparkled.

“Yes! Young Master is coming back!” Ping’er said with a smile.

“I’ll wait for him!” She wanted to be the first to see him. Yu Wan took off her gloves and left with a smile like a little girl waiting for her lover.

No one expected a spear to fly towards her. She stood at the village entrance, looking forward to her husband. However, the spear that flew over pierced through her chest.

“Young Madam—” Ping’er cried out.

Yan Jiuchao, who was riding on the horse, suddenly felt a violent pain in his heart.

Yu Wan looked down at the spear. It was the spear Yan Jiuchao had used to kill the Paragon. Yan Huaijing rushed out and looked angrily at the Sacred Clan’s member who had hidden among them. He slit the other party’s neck!

Yu Wan fell into a pool of blood. She looked in the direction of the city gate and wanted to speak, but she could only vomit large mouthfuls of blood. Her fingertips moved slightly.

Yan Jiuchao, it hurts…

Chapter 1182: The Ending (31)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Yu Shaoqing and Helian Sheng led an army of 100,000. Dong Xian’er was dressed in red armor and was also on the expedition.

“You don’t have to come,” Helian Sheng said as he rode.

Dong Xian’er tightened her grip on the reins and raised her eyebrows. “I’ve already slept with you. I have to be responsible for you!”

Helian Sheng : ‘

In the evening, Yan Jiuchao took the lead to attack the north city gate of Yu City.

The saint army on the city tower shot arrows at Yan Jiuchao. The warhorses were all frightened by the burning flames by their nature. Only Yan Jiuchao’s mount bravely advanced and took the lead in the flames.

“It wants to be a warhorse.”

The General was finally no longer the Sorcerer King’s pony. It was a warhorse, itself!

The moment Yan Jiuchao flew to the city tower, Milk Asura also flew to the city tower with his Asura Army. They fought with the soldiers guarding the city and opened the city gate from the inside.

After receiving the signal, Yu Shaoqing and the others also attacked the southern city gate.

“I’ll go first!” Dong Xian’er, who was dressed in red armor, rose into the air and flew towards the city tower.

However, the other party seemed to be prepared. A dense net covered in poisonous needles was thrown at her.

“Despicable!” Dong Xian’er’s beautiful face turned pale. She used her whip to hit the city wall, trying to use the force to push herself away to avoid this large net filled with poisonous needles. However, the large net was too big and she could not avoid it.

At the critical moment, Helian Sheng flew up and wrapped one hand around her waist. He swung an arc with his sword and shattered the poisonous net.

Dong Xian’er instantly felt sweetness in her heart. She blushed and buried her head in his chest. “Tell me, do you have me in your heart?”

Helian Sheng did not say anything. He only let go of her arm and Dong Xian’er fell.

“Ah! Stinky monk! I’m not done with you!”

The siege lasted for an entire night. After that, they charged into the city.

More and more commoners escaped from Yu City. Yu Wan evacuated those people who could be evacuated. A portion of those who needed treatment were sent to town, and those who were too urgent stayed in the camp.

Yu Wan and Old Cui were so busy that their feet did not touch the ground. One had just finished her confinement, and the other was old. After a busy day, they sat on the ground, not even bothering to breathe loudly.

The good news came at dawn on the fifteenth day.

Yu Wan had just stitched up an injured soldier’s wound when she turned around and saw Ping’er rushing in. “Young Madam! Young Madam! We won!

The Sacred Clan’s army has surrendered!”

The Sacred Clan’s army had eighty thousand soldiers. After fighting to the death, they had lost more than half of them. There were less than twenty thousand people left. They were out of ammunition and food. All the experts had been killed by Yan Jiuchao. Among them, there was not even a Half-Saint general. They no longer wanted to fight.

“Is Yan Jiuchao coming back?” Yu Wan’s eyes sparkled.

“Yes! Young Master is coming back!” Ping’er said with a smile.

“I’ll wait for him!” She wanted to be the first to see him. Yu Wan took off her gloves and left with a smile like a little girl waiting for her lover.

No one expected a spear to fly towards her. She stood at the village entrance, looking forward to her husband. However, the spear that flew over pierced through her chest.

“Young Madam—” Ping’er cried out.

Yan Jiuchao, who was riding on the horse, suddenly felt a violent pain in his heart.

Yu Wan looked down at the spear. It was the spear Yan Jiuchao had used to kill the Paragon. Yan Huaijing rushed out and looked angrily at the Sacred Clan’s member who had hidden among them. He slit the other party’s neck!

Yu Wan fell into a pool of blood. She looked in the direction of the city gate and wanted to speak, but she could only vomit large mouthfuls of blood. Her fingertips moved slightly.

Yan Jiuchao, it hurts…