Chapter 1774: The Son of Heavens Dragon Guards! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Wang Chong, you don't have much time left! The Saint Martial Barracks has fallen! Can you reverse the tides of the battle in the same way as you did with the Tongluo?!” Hou Junji sternly said.
The mood was heavy as everyone stared at Wang Chong.
At the same time, at the avenue leading to Taiji Palace…
”Kill!”
Furious war cries filled the air as tens of thousands of Imperial Army elites charged forward under the light of numerous torches. Underneath their feet were pools and rivers of blood that packed the air with a thick and pungent scent.
Shattered weapons littered the avenue, alongside the fallen and blood-drenched corpses of both Imperial Army and Saint Martial Barracks soldiers.
At the very end of the avenue, amidst the clashing of metal and Stellar Energy, an army adorned in golden armor and covered in wounds was retreating. With each step they retreated, more of them fell to the ground, never to rise again.
Without the support of the formation, the overwhelmingly outnumbered Saint Martial Barracks was in wholesale retreat.
Clang!
At this moment, far away at the very back, a man wearing an imperial robe and golden boots landed atop a high wall. Escorted by top-class guards, the First Prince had arrived to survey the battlefield.
”Victory is near!”
The First Prince stared at the familiar silhouette of Taiji Palace, a fierce flame burning in his heart. His eyes at this time were so bright that they seemed like miniature suns.
”Once we occupy Taiji Palace, this prince can finally become the true Sovereign of the Nine and Five!”
The First Prince spread apart his arms, allowing his hair and cape to dance in the wind. What did it matter if the Tongluo had failed? In the end, he would still win.
Once this day was over, he would subjugate the entire realm and punish all those who had tried to stop him!
Including the Wang Clan!
”Everyone, hear my order! Attack!”
The First Prince pulled out his sword and pointed it at Taiji Palace. The war cries instantly increased in volume and ferocity, and the soldiers surged forward in a relentless flood.
……
Time continued to pass, and in this suffocating atmosphere, everyone continued to stare at Wang Chong, Hou Junji included.
”Heh.”
After what seemed like an eternity, Wang Chong finally opened his mouth. His eyes moved from Hou Junji to the chess board.
”Even if Senior manages to get through the Saint Martial Barracks, it's still pointless!”
Buzz!
Everyone on the Eastern Palace side was struck dumb, and even Hou Junji couldn't help but reveal a sliver of surprise.
It was clear that Wang Chong's reaction had not been expected, but no one understood what he meant!
Pushing through the Saint Martial Barracks was pointless?
The Saint Martial Barracks was in full retreat, and without them, who could stop the First Prince?
”What does he mean by this?”
Fei Yuhan deeply frowned. He would have heartily laughed if anyone else had said this, but the speaker was Wang Chong, the new War God of the Great Tang. Even the Army-Shattering War God had suffered setbacks several times against this youth.
Everyone knew that he had a deeper meaning behind these words.
While the clamor of fighting continued in the distance, it was eerily quiet here.
”What? Even at this stage, you still think you have a chance?”
Hou Junji quickly regained his composure. Putting down his cup, he smirked.
”Heh, it hasn't been thirty minutes yet, right?” Wang Chong indifferently said.
He glanced at a nearby bronze burner. Inside the burner was an incense stick, of which only a small portion had yet to burn away. An Imperial Army soldier had brought it up under Hou Junji's guidance.
”That's true!”
Hou Junji glanced at that incense stick and seemed to understand. He couldn't help but grin as he nonchalantly spoke.
”But what does it matter if I give you this meager amount of time?”