Chapter 85: The Sovereign of the Vermilion Bird Emerges from Seclusion
A vast torrent of steel surged forward like a black tide.
At a glance, the entire horizon seemed submerged by countless figures.
The generals of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom could easily guess the situation without needing to look closely.
The coalition forces of the Qinglong, Baihu, and Xuanwu kingdoms were undoubtedly more than ten times the size of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom.
There were at least a million troops.
Just in terms of numbers, they completely overwhelmed the mere hundred thousand soldiers of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom.
In terms of high-level powerhouses, the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom was still firmly suppressed.
The ruler of the Zhuque Kingdom was still in seclusion.
Meanwhile, the three rulers of the coalition were all Saints.
Not to mention, there was a mysterious force aiding the Ancient Qinglong Kingdom.
If that force intervened, the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom would be in a precarious situation, on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Even if Bai Yuer had the heart to resist, upon seeing the endless army, a hint of despair inevitably appeared in her eyes.
Boom!
In the distance, an army of about two hundred thousand surged forward.
"It’s the army of the Ancient Xuanwu Kingdom."
On the side of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom, a middle-aged man clad in fiery red armor spoke. He was the Grand General of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom, a powerful figure at the Virtual God level.
The realm beyond the Divine Fire realm is the Virtual God realm.
However, on such a battlefield, even a Virtual God was unable to turn the tide.
After all, in the Virtual God realm, not to mention comparing with Saints, even against quasi-Saints, there was still a significant gap.
"What does the Ancient Xuanwu Kingdom want?" Bai Yuer's eyes flickered.
In front of the Xuanwu army, a general spoke, "Ancient Zhuque Kingdom, I am the Grand General of the Ancient Xuanwu Kingdom. I advise you to surrender and lay down your arms to avoid futile slaughter."
"Ancient Xuanwu Kingdom, why do you submit to the Ancient Qinglong Kingdom?" Bai Yuer couldn't help but ask.
This was her greatest doubt.
A dignified ancient kingdom, even in defeat, would not easily submit completely.
The Xuanwu general snorted coldly, "We submit to the Young Master. His identity and background are not something ordinary people can know."
"Bai Yuer, you are the person chosen by the Young Master. Surrender and become his concubine, and you can ensure the safety of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom," the Xuanwu general said.
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Yuer was shocked and filled with anger.
She was shocked by the identity of that Young Master, who could easily suppress the three kingdoms.
And she was angry that this Young Master wanted to take her as a concubine.
This made Bai Yuer's charming face turn cold, her expression icy.
The Grand General of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom also shouted angrily, "Nonsense! How could I, the princess of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom, become someone else's concubine so easily!"
All the people of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom were filled with righteous indignation.
This was simply an insult to the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom!
"Hmph, being able to become the Young Master's concubine is your fortune. If you resist, you will surely be bathed in blood!" the Xuanwu general said coldly.
"I am a person of the Jun family’s Divine Son. Are you not afraid of offending the Divine Son and being destroyed by the Jun family in the future?" Bai Yuer retorted coldly.
Upon hearing this, the general's expression changed slightly.
After all, the Jun family and the reputation of the Jun family's Divine Son were too great.
The Jun family could easily annihilate the Ancient Xuanwu Kingdom with a mere gesture.
Even if the four ancient kingdoms combined, they would not be enough to withstand the Jun family's might.
However, thinking of the powerful Young Master behind him, the general calmed down.
He sneered, "Princess Zhuque, don’t overestimate yourself. How could the Jun family's Divine Son care about a small character like you? If he cared, he would have come to aid us long ago."
"Moreover, even if you have a connection with the Jun family's Divine Son, that Young Master still does not fear."
The words of the Xuanwu general slightly pierced Bai Yuer's heart.
Indeed.
To Jun Xiaoyao, she was merely a dispensable pawn.
Even if she fell, Jun Xiaoyao probably wouldn’t care.
"But just because the Divine Son does not care about me, does not mean I do not care about the Divine Son. I promise to serve the Divine Son for life, how could I become someone else's concubine?"
Bai Yuer's eyes revealed a resolute expression.
"To make me a concubine of that Young Master is impossible. If you want to fight, then let’s fight!"
Bai Yuer pointed her long sword to the sky, its edge gleaming!
"Alas, what a pity. Xuanwu army, obey orders, kill!"
With a command from the Xuanwu general, the two hundred thousand strong Xuanwu army moved in unison.
"All generals, heed my command! Protect our kingdom, kill!" Bai Yuer also shouted.
Boom!
The armies of the two kingdoms collided like a torrent, instantly engaging in a brutal melee.
Limbs were severed and blood splattered!
Cries of battle, screams of agony, and the sounds of slaughter intertwined to form a gruesome tapestry of bloodshed.
The two hundred thousand Xuanwu troops were like an unstoppable steel beast.
The hundred thousand soldiers of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom fought desperately to resist, but their lines were steadily pushed back.
In recent years, the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom had already fallen to the bottom among the four ancient kingdoms.
Their army's equipment and combat power were inferior to the other three ancient kingdoms.
Not to mention, in terms of numbers, they were at a crushing disadvantage.
Under such circumstances, how could the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom possibly win?
"All generals, capture the princess of Zhuque, Bai Yuer, alive!" the Xuanwu general commanded with a wave of his hand.
Bai Yuer was the person chosen by that Young Master; they could not let her go.
"Protect the princess!" the Grand General of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom shouted.
A group of generals rushed forward, engaging in battle with the Xuanwu general.
One by one, the generals of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom fell, still outnumbered by the Xuanwu forces.
"Everyone..." Bai Yuer watched, her heart torn with anguish.
These generals were dying because of her.
"Hmph, what a hassle. Can’t we even capture a single woman?"
At that moment, a cold snort echoed through the air.
A pressure of Saint-level power spread out.
All the generals and soldiers of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom felt their bodies tremble, a sense of suffocation washing over them.
In the sky above, a figure clad in a black royal robe appeared.
It was none other than the ruler of the Xuanwu Kingdom!
"It’s over..."
When the ruler of the Xuanwu Kingdom appeared, all the people of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom turned pale, their faces ashen.
With even a Saint appearing, how could they continue to fight?
Despair filled Bai Yuer's heart.
Faced with a Saint, she couldn't even muster the strength to resist or take her own life.
"The one the Young Master wants cannot escape. Come here," the ruler of the Xuanwu Kingdom reached out, a massive magical hand forming to grasp Bai Yuer.
At this critical moment, a long howl suddenly echoed from deep within the capital of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom.
Terrifying flames soared into the sky, seemingly transforming into a Zhuque.
A figure clad in a red royal robe broke through the barrier, stepping through the flames.
"Who dares to offend my Ancient Zhuque Kingdom!"
The one who broke through was none other than the ruler of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom!
"It’s His Majesty the King! He has broken through to the Saint level!"
Seeing the ruler of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom appear, all the soldiers of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom erupted in joyous cries.
Bai Yuer also revealed an expression of extreme surprise, as if she had found hope in a desperate situation.
With a single palm, the Zhuque King shattered the magical hand.
Seeing this scene, the people of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom were even more convinced that their ruler was indeed a powerful Saint.
Finally, the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom had hope!
However, before Bai Yuer and the generals could rejoice,
From the horizon, the remaining army surged forward like a black tide once more.
At the same time, two more Saint-level auras erupted.
It was the rulers of the Qinglong and Baihu kingdoms.
In that moment, even the ruler of the Ancient Zhuque Kingdom's expression changed!
Even though he had broken through to the Saint level, facing three Saints at once left him powerless.
The flicker of hope that had just risen in Bai Yuer's heart was extinguished once again.
Sadness filled her eyes.
From despair to hope, and then back to despair, what could be more cruel than this?
"Is it truly heaven's will to destroy my Ancient Zhuque Kingdom?" Bai Yuer bit her lip, drawing blood.