CHAPTER 1119: CHAPTER 610: SLAYING THE WORLDLY REALM (PART 2)

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At that moment, the secondary artillery stationed at nearby high points unleashed its full firepower, sending a barrage of light shells whistling through the air.

More locations had concealed gunners from the Divine Mechanism Camp who pulled the trigger, sending a flurry of "bullets" towards Bai Ying.

This madman... Bai Ying cursed in his heart.

He realized that Wei Xianzong had given the order for nearby hidden artillerymen and gunners to continuously aim at himself... So wherever Wei Xianzong went, the hidden gunfire would track him.

As long as Bai Ying wanted to kill Wei Xianzong, he would enter the range of artillery fire.

"Madman... Madman..." Bai Ying screamed angrily as he swung his bronze sword, expanding a Qi Shield over his surface and skillfully dodging, but he couldn’t avoid being hit by a few shots, suffering some minor injuries.

When he finally escaped the range of gunfire, he saw no sign of Wei Xianzong through the smoke and exploded earth.

This guy... did he actually run away?

...

...

Governor Mansion.

When Zhao Douan heard the first gunshot echoing throughout the city, the Fengyue Treasure Mirror in his hand quickly flashed over several key strongholds in the city.

And through a small mirror, he locked the position of the attack.

When he saw in the mirror, a burly, solid rebel army general throwing a short spear, instantly killing an officer.

Mo Chou’s face changed: "It’s one of Ye Xin’s two deputy generals, a Martial Artist of the Worldly Realm... They are really attacking our defense line!"

"Tang Jinzhong." Zhao Douan quickly noted, then glanced at Jin Jian sitting beside him: "Please do it."

Jin Jian, who had taken a potion beforehand, did not feel tired at the moment, but rather appeared quite energetic. Upon hearing the request, he lightly waved his Magic Wand.

A phantom full moon appeared in the room, and Jin Jian extended his hand, pulling Tang Jinzhong into the moon. Moments later, she returned and said calmly: "The person has been sent."

Mo Chou was astonished, and others also felt invigorated, finally understanding Zhao Douan’s plan to handle the incident.

Gather everyone together, use the Fengyue Treasure Mirror to determine the location of the attack, and then use Jin Jian’s teleportation magic to send corresponding experts there.

This greatly improved the support efficiency.

As long as their experts arrived in time to suppress the experts sent by the opposing side, it would be enough to stabilize the situation.

Zhao Douan continued to control the small mirror repeatedly, observing various strongholds, while Jin Jian extended his hand to imbue the mirror with mana.

Soon, Shi Meng, Commander of the Three Thousand Camp, and several senior officers were teleported to different locations.

"It’s Bai Ying!" Mo Chou suddenly stared at the reappearing scene in the mirror, saying solemnly: "Both of Ye Xin’s prominent experts have been deployed... So, Jiang... the intelligence is true!? This person is at the Worldly Realm, we..."

Mo Chou was halfway through his sentence when he saw Zhao Douan already standing up, stepping into the indoor full moon, disappearing from everyone’s sight!

...

"Huff... Huff..."

In the alley, Wei Xianzong leaned against the wall, holding a long saber, striving to run.

Familiar with the terrain, he took advantage of gaps in artillery coverage to successfully escape that district, as the surrounding people became fewer and the streets grew oppressive and quiet.

Wei Xianzong’s face was pale, his nose continuously bleeding, and his steps were chaotic.

Finally, his legs weakened, and he slid down the alley wall, sitting gasping for breath, his blood-stained eyes vague as he saw a disheveled figure with premature white hair angrily pursuing.

Bai Ying’s hair was in disarray, his armor dented in many places, as he approached with his sword, sneering coldly: "Run, why aren’t you running? Did you think you could shake off the General with such paltry tricks? Fool’s dream! Ha, they say you’re talented, but it seems Zhao Douan was blind, misjudged you, and favored a coward who abandons his men to run at the first sign of danger!"

Bai Ying mocked loudly, but his steps were not fast, becoming increasingly cautious.

It was evident he was wary, concerned he might again fall into a trap meticulously set by Wei Xianzong.

However, Wei Xianzong was merely gasping, letting the beads of sweat on his forehead drip into his eyes, stinging, causing him to blink forcefully, a bitter smile on his lips as he murmured to himself: "I’ve done all I can. If you don’t send someone, I can’t hold on..."

Wei Xianzong felt death drawing near, yet he wasn’t particularly afraid, as he had already considered himself dead when captured after rebelling with Prince Heng.

The past few months of life were a bonus, and now, even if he died, according to that Zhao fellow, he could be posthumously honored as a "heroic martyr," securing benefits for his family, rather than being forgotten in some obscure way...

No regrets.

Just...

Still unwilling.

He had hoped to rise step by step, only to be stopped at the rank of General, dying a shameful death in a deserted alley.

Fortunately, the only thing he accomplished was to follow the secret orders from the Governor Mansion: in case of an attack, delay as much as possible, luring the enemy leaders to unpopulated areas.

"Crunch crunch..."

The sound of footsteps on snow drew closer, as heavily injured Wei Xianzong was about to close his eyes, waiting for death.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared beside him.

Zhao Douan walked out of the moonlight, stepping on the ground with his boots, looking down at Wei Xianzong, who was slumped against the wall, covered in blood as if he had been blasted by artillery, grinning: "How did your own cannon leave you like this? Are you dead?"

Wei Xianzong struggled to open his eyelids, smiled upon seeing him: "Not dead yet, but soon."

"I’m here; you’ll find it hard to die." Zhao Douan spoke calmly, but instead of addressing him further, he turned to face Bai Ying within the alley not far away.

"Zhao Douan!?"

Bai Ying’s pupils narrowed as Zhao Douan suddenly appeared, instinctively retreating several feet, his bronze sword held across his chest, ready to strike at any moment.

His heart sank, instinctively realizing he’d fallen into a trap.

But...

The target he ambushed was chosen temporarily, over such a long frontline, how could the other side foresee and respond so quickly?

The astute Military Advisor Xu had repeatedly assured before departure that as long as the planned actions were followed, there would be no problem.

Military Advisor Xu further promised that arrangements had been made to counter the court’s experts, rendering them ineffective...

"Seems you recognize me," Zhao Douan smiled as he spoke, "but unfortunately, I don’t recognize you much. Prince Jing has hidden some great cards; many experts emerged only after the rebellion. Hmm, if I remember correctly, you were just a minor officer in the local defense force before Prince Jing rebelled? No one knew back then that you had reached the Worldly Realm."

Bai Ying’s heart sank, looking around cautiously, seeing no others; a surge of blood rose, and he sneered: "Zhao Douan, no need to waste time talking. Compared to you, I’m indeed not someone significant, but this world is fair in one respect: even the noblest person has only one life, and you and I are both in the Worldly Realm. I heard your breakthrough isn’t long ago, so it’s just perfect. If you die at my hands, wouldn’t I, Bai Ying, also become famous worldwide?"

Who gave you the courage? Liang Jing... oh, this broken joke is really too old, nevermind... Zhao Douan shook his head, formed a grip in the air with his right hand, and a Chasing Saber appeared heavy in his palm.

Gazing at Bai Ying with eyes full of sympathy, he said: "Ignorance is fearless, there are levels above the Worldly Realm."

Pausing, he slowly stepped forward, speaking with unusual seriousness: "And, I bet your gun has no bullets."

"Huh? What?" Bai Ying was confused, not understanding.

However, the next second, a mysterious creature appeared in his vision, it was a transparent being, with visible blood vessels and sharp horns protruding from its head.

Divine: Dragon Girl.

Bai Ying’s eyes instantly became vacant, as if he lost his Divine Soul, leaving only a shell standing in the alley.

Zhao Douan swung the Chasing Saber in his hand.

"Phew!"

The blade effortlessly severed Bai Ying’s neck, a head spun half a circle before falling to the ground.

Bai Ying’s head rolled, eyes wide open, unable to find peace in death.

"You’re too weak."