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Chapter 223 To Him
To their astonishment, their once high and mighty king had fallen from his horse. The Northern Li soldiers were instantly dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances.
The sharp weapons they had been holding high seemed to lose their power, and they slowly lowered them.
Just then, the well-trained Black Armor Guards rushed forward like lightning, quickly and decisively taking control of the still-unprepared Northern Li soldiers.
Upon seeing this, several commanders in the Northern Li army turned bloodshot, their hair stood on end in fury, and a fierce rage ignited in their hearts, prompting them to rise up in resistance.
However, it was all too late; they were simply unable to break free from the iron-like grip of the Black Armor Guards.
"Xiao Yuheng, why... why, after all these years, am I still no match for you!"
Filled with resentment and unwillingness, Sima Yu clutched his bleeding chest tightly as he struggled to his feet from the dusty ground.
He raised his sleeve and fiercely wiped away the bright red blood that had spilled from the corner of his mouth, making his face, twisted with anger and pain, look particularly ferocious and terrifying.
Faced with Sima Yu's questioning, Xiao Yuheng remained unusually calm and composed.
He walked slowly and steadily toward Sima Yu.
The moonlight, which had been obscured by dark clouds, began to emerge, shining down on his gleaming golden armor like dazzling dragon scales, so bright that one dared not look directly at it.
Xiao Yuheng's handsome face was expressionless and cold as frost, with only his deep and sharp eyes revealing a hint of chill.
As he gradually approached Sima Yu, a powerful and suffocating aura of majesty naturally emanated from his brows, pressing down on Sima Yu's heart like a towering mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Humph."
Xiao Yuheng snorted coldly and said in a cold voice, "Why? Because you, Sima Yu, are impatient for quick success and instant benefits, arrogant and conceited, and a faithless ingrate. How can you expect to win?"
Upon hearing these words, Sima Yu trembled with rage, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the snow at his feet and forming shocking patches of blood.
"Sima Yu, I have given you countless chances, but now it seems that it has all been in vain."
The man's cold words seemed to come from the deepest hell, devoid of any emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp "clang" rang out, and the long sword in the man's hand, gleaming with cold light, slowly emerged from its sheath like a dragon emerging from the sea.
In an instant, sword energy surged forth, sharp and incomparable, and an invisible pressure spread out.
Along with the sword energy, a faint yet awe-inspiring dragon's roar echoed through the sky, causing everyone present to gasp in shock.
"No!"
"No...no way!"
The Northern Li commanders standing behind the man were pale-faced. They struggled desperately to stand up, trying to break through the encirclement and restraint of the Black Armor Guards.
However, these black-armored guards were like an impenetrable wall, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not break free.
At this moment, the long sword in the man's hand, carrying a world-destroying force, hurtled towards Sima Yu with lightning speed.
The sharp sword wind stung his face. Sima Yu knew he had no way out today, so he could only slowly close his eyes with resentment and wait for death to come.
"Dang..."
Just at this critical moment, a crisp sound suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the tense and suffocating atmosphere on the field.
Everyone looked in astonishment towards the sound, only to see a powerful internal force enveloping a small, exquisite dagger hurtling towards them like a shooting star, striking Xiao Yuheng's sword with perfect accuracy.
Caught off guard by this sudden attack, the man's longsword trembled violently and was deflected several degrees, finally stopping just inches in front of Sima Yu.
The sharp sword tip was embedded three-tenths of an inch into the ground, and the blade hummed, seemingly still venting its dissatisfaction at failing to complete its mission.
Sima Yu opened his eyes in surprise and doubt, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.
At the same time, everyone present turned their attention to the source of the sound.
A fine horse stood quietly not far away, with a man in a white robe sitting on its back.
The man had a face like jade, a handsome appearance, and looked like an immortal descended to earth.
However, no one noticed when he had quietly entered this fiercely fighting battlefield.
"Regent, spare his life!"
With a loud shout, a man riding a fine horse galloped towards them.
The thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed, raising clouds of dust.
As the man drew closer, Su Fuying, who had been standing still, finally saw his face clearly and was slightly taken aback.
"Sima Lan..."
She murmured the name softly.
At this moment, Xiao Yuheng, who was standing to the side, also frowned. However, his gaze did not fall on Sima Lan, who had just arrived, but instead looked at the woman riding on another horse in the distance.
When Sima Yu saw that the person who came was actually his elder brother Sima Lan, he was initially surprised, but he quickly regained his composure and put on an arrogant and domineering attitude again.
"I don't need your help!"
Sima Yu shouted loudly.
Upon hearing this, Sima Lan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. However, this seemingly gentle and harmless smile sent a chill down Sima Yu's spine for no apparent reason.
"save?"
Sima Lan chuckled and asked in return, "My dear brother, why do you think I've come to save you?"
Faced with Sima Lan's question, Sima Yu felt a tightness in his heart, and an ominous premonition welled up in his mind.
"You...what do you mean?"
Sima Yu's voice trembled slightly.
However, Sima Lan did not answer his question immediately. Instead, he turned his head, calmly dismounted, and walked steadily toward Xiao Yuheng.
Upon approaching, he gently cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Xiao Yuheng, displaying a very humble and polite attitude.
"Your Majesty, this man is of great use to me. I hope you will be lenient and hand him over to me for disposal."
Sima Lan smiled and spoke with neither arrogance nor servility.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuheng merely gave a cold snort, then lowered his eyes and casually examined the gleaming longsword in his hand.
After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone leisurely yet tinged with contempt: "Why should I hand him over to you?"
Sima Lan's eyes darted around, as if searching for something, while his fingertips gently rubbed back and forth in his palm, seemingly weighing the words he was about to say.
Just then, a soft female voice suddenly came, abruptly interrupting his train of thought.
"Give it to him."
These three simple words were like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.