CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 61: BE A MAN, PRINCE ZHI!

Zhao Yi couldn’t help but marvel; Zuo Xiaoluo had indeed chosen a reasonable location for the camp.

If she hadn’t set up camp by the river, but inside the valley,

the remaining forces of the Heaven-Facing Sect falling from the mountain would have easily encircled the entire camp!

Zuo Xiaoluo looked at the raging enemies in the distance, unfazed by danger.

She sat up high, calmly issuing command after command.

The initially chaotic camp quickly regained order under Zuo Xiaoluo’s directions.

The first wave of attack soon hit.

The experts from the Heaven-Hanging Sect and the Imperial Clan Court, resting and ready under Zuo Xiaoluo’s command, easily repelled the assault from the remaining Heaven-Facing Sect members.

Zhao Yi watched eagerly from the sidelines.

Impressive!

The clashes in the Mystical World are much more exciting than on mundane battlefields.

Both sides of the battleground consisted of well-trained cultivators, leaping high and launching artifacts.

It was very lively!

Little Poison threw the fish bones she had gnawed onto the ground and asked, "Master, do you need me to go help?"

Zhao Yi glanced at her and noticed the pile of fish bones on the ground, replying irritably, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. You just want to poison everyone quickly to end the fight so General Zuo can come back to grill fish for you. Don’t even think about it!"

He snorted coldly, "You’ve eaten enough today; any more, and your stomach will suffer."

Little Poison retorted, "I can still eat more! Back in the woods, I could eat a whole wild boar in one sitting!"

"No way!" Zhao Yi refused decisively.

Little Poison’s eyes darted, "If not eating, can I at least help out?"

As she finished speaking, she was about to jump off the carriage.

Zhao Yi, quick-eyed and nimble, grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her back up.

He ignored her pitiful look and said sternly, "You stay put in the carriage. You’re not going anywhere! As for the battlefield, you don’t need to intervene; someone will take care of it!"

Little Poison wanted to say more, but suddenly, a long whistle echoed from the distant mountain.

A burly figure leaped down the mountain, swiftly heading towards Zuo Xiaoluo.

Little Poison turned pale from the whistle.

She didn’t dare mention going to the battlefield anymore and curled up in the corner of the carriage, not daring to show her head.

Zhao Yi watched the tall figure, hearing an introduction in his ear.

"Crown Prince, that’s a Great Cultivator, eighth stage Ascension Realm. He practices the Heaven-Facing Sect’s cultivation technique, likely a core member."

Another eighth stage Ascension Realm?

Zhao Yi’s mind stirred as he turned to look at the distant river.

On the river’s surface, Miaoyin had already begun suppressing the Black Flood Dragon.

However, the Black Flood Dragon seemed to have lost its mind, acting completely unlike its usual cowardly self, resisting stubbornly despite knowing it couldn’t win.

Since they were both eighth stage Ascension Realm, even though Miaoyin had the upper hand, it wouldn’t be easy to claim victory quickly.

For now, both man and dragon were at a standstill.

Retracting his gaze,

Zhao Yi looked towards the camp.

The towering figure moved at an incredible speed, leaving cultivators below the eighth stage unable to stop him.

In the blink of an eye, he charged straight at Zuo Xiaoluo.

Clearly, he had realized Zuo Xiaoluo was the core commander of the Imperial Guard.

His moves were quick and ruthless.

From the onset, he aimed to eliminate Zuo Xiaoluo!

Zuo Xiaoluo, unfazed, somehow pulled out a cleaver, swiftly moving to the man’s back.

The man didn’t anticipate this turn of events at all.

He didn’t even have time to react.

He only felt a numbness in his spine, pain seizing all his limbs, followed by his head flying high into the sky!

As his head flew, the man’s consciousness hadn’t yet dissipated.

He glanced back.

On the high platform, familiar limbs and torso were diced into small pieces.

The young girl’s pale, slim hands arranged the dismembered pieces on a white cloth into a red heart shape.

What madness!

The man’s eyes widened in disbelief, dying without closing them.

Even in death, he couldn’t comprehend it.

Who in their right mind would use someone’s body to make a heart?

Zhao Yi’s mouth twitched hard.

Suddenly, he recalled what Zuo Xiaoluo had said earlier.

"Zuo Xiaoluo: I’m really good at being human!"

When Zhao Yi first heard her say that, he thought Zuo Xiaoluo was praising her own emotional intelligence, claiming she was adept at handling affairs.

Back then, he thought the girl was quite confident, a real social butterfly!

Yet he never expected!

What she meant by being human, turned out to be literal!

Crazy!

When Zuo Xiaoluo made her move, Zhao Yi hadn’t even seen the strike!

Zhao Yi asked, "Miaoyin said previously that General Zuo is at the eighth stage Ascension Realm. That man was also at the eighth stage, so why was he defeated so quickly?"

Someone behind answered, "Crown Prince, people aren’t the same, and neither are eighth stages the same. Although General Zuo is also eighth stage, she’s on a different level!"

Zhao Yi asked again, "What about compared to you guys?"

Silence filled the air behind him.

After a long pause, someone finally replied, "If we all join forces and give everything, we might manage to delay her for a short time."

Zhao Yi was surprised, "So many of you can’t win against her?"

This time, the silence stretched even longer.

Not until Zuo Xiaoluo nearly finished arranging the red heart did someone speak with difficulty:

"Your Highness, General Zuo’s sword skill has reached perfection. At that level, the number of opponents doesn’t matter anymore."

Zhao Yi looked at Zuo Xiaoluo, eyes contemplative.

Is this the Great Xia Female War God?

Terrifying!

Perhaps Zuo Xiaoluo’s actions were too terrifying.

The remnants of the Heaven-Facing Sect, who had been fiercely attacking the camp, suddenly seemed terror-stricken, scrambling away towards the valley.