Peace Order

Chapter 1807 - 82: Under the Test of Time, Let Us Face Death with Composure

Both Divine Generals saw Ji Yanzhong’s resolve.

"So foolish..."

"What a pity."

They both struck, and Ji Yanzhong charged to the end, reaching Emperor Ying, and was pierced by Yuwen Lie’s heavy spear and He Ruoqinhu’s horse spear. The elder halted, standing there, blood gushing from his mouth, as he looked at the solemn Emperor Ying.

The two Divine Generals pulled out their weapons, leaving several holes on the elder’s body. The blood flowed down, turning his already filthy robe into red, dripping onto the ground. Even as a Grandmaster, his fate was sealed.

Surrounding them were thousands of soldiers, holding spears and crossbows, slowly closing in.

Amidst the fierce weapons, a Martial Artist of the Seven Heavens charging into the formation guarded by two elite Divine Generals was like a tragic and foolish act of seeking death.

Emperor Ying looked down upon him and said:

"Do you have any last words?"

Ji Yanzhong’s white hair was disheveled, already stained with blood, his eyes vacant as he gazed at Emperor Ying.

Suddenly he spoke.

A bloody spit landed on Emperor Ying’s royal robe.

"Bah!"

Ji Yanzhong, the benevolent and temperless elder, who never showed much valor, had done his last and most heroic act in his life. Despite the surrounding weapons issuing a murderous sound, he cradled the ’child,’ chuckling softly, laughing aloud.

His eyes were vacant and dim.

Then he turned around, stumbling and staggered outward, a formation of swords and long spears meant to pierce him, but was stopped by Yuwen Lie and He Ruoqinhu, or perhaps by Emperor Ying.

Thus, the armed forces could only retreat slowly behind, watching the elder with his blood-stained robe, taking steps, watching the blood at the corner of his mouth fall to the ground, watching his straight back, holding the child, walk outside the camp.

Emperor Ying, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu followed at a slow pace behind.

Those detained from other Central Plains families, as well as the other brave warriors in the army, followed, watching the blood-stained white hair, disheveled figure of the elder, who hadn’t closed his eyes for rest since Ji Zichang’s death, moving forward.

The ground was covered with traces of blood.

According to military habits, this camp was established with its back against a cliff, to prevent ambush.

Outside was a cliff, below which was a great river, now in midsummer, the water relentlessly pounding against the riverbanks, Ji Yanzhong’s body drenched in blood, step by step reaching here, he looked at the cliff, holding ’Princess Changle,’ above was the vast sky, below was the river cliff.

Ji Yanzhong choked up and said:

"I cannot campaign against the nation’s traitors, yet how can the king’s blood survive in disgrace!"

"Princess Changle, you, you are Your Majesty’s bloodline, must also perish for the nation!"

A Great General born from a noble family, along with a Think Tank suddenly exclaimed in shock: "No!"

"In his arms is Princess Changle, he intends to..."

The elder cradled the ’child,’ murmuring: "Changning, Changle."

His eyes still held a benevolent expression, then he turned, looked at Emperor Ying disdainfully, his hair white and hoary, suddenly pointed angrily: "Jiang Wanxiang, I regret not having the Divine Ability and Martial strength to fight you between heaven and earth, yet your deeds shall never meet a good end!"

"I will stare with wide eyes in the underworld, watching you, watching your fate!!!"

Emperor Ying said: "Very well."

Ji Yanzhong laughed with a bleakness.

Then he looked at Emperor Ying, and in the midst of thousands of troops, holding Princess Changle, in the eyes of thousands of soldiers and Central State aristocrats, he jumped off the cliff to perish for the nation, his body drenched in blood, plunged into the torrent.

It marked the complete extinction of the Red Emperor lineage.