714 Long Live Her Majesty (1/2)

The further the Empress walked into the grassland, she noticed how the land became mushier, and herself sinking deeper in the mud.

She was taking quicker steps, going faster and faster. Her feet were going up and down on the soft mud so quickly that people could barely see her clearly. All they could see was the shadow she had left behind.

The cool breeze of autumn was blowing on her face, whistling and making her hair ruffle. The hem of her dress now became as hard as iron.

That was the time when the cavalries of the Golden Palace emerged from the astonishment of seeing the Empress jumping off the wall. They tried their best to pull their bowstrings, shooting sharp arrows away.

The arrows arrived like a shower. With accurate prediction, all the arrows were aimed at the spot the Empress would step on.

The Empress's lips curled, and with a smile, she kept moving forward.

Sharp arrows landed on her heavily.

There were many short cracking sounds; the arrows were all broken right in the middle.

Other arrows arrived like a storm. They cut through her skirt and hair. Then they bounced and shot deep into the ground. Not a single arrow had hurt the Empress.

The weird scene terrified the cavalries of the Golden Palace to no end. Their hands grew numb, and their shooting slowed down.

The Empress was the mother of the Tang Empire in most people's eyes. She had impressed Chang'an with her gentleness and wisdom, and she was the love of His Majesty for more than 10 years.

No matter how impressive she might have been, she was after all a woman who was labeled as ”weak”. However, now she was outside the gates of Helan City, charging into to the enemy's camp like a courageous general.

Han Qing and the other two generals emerged from their astonishment and looked at Master Huang Yang with complicated expressions on their faces.

They were the senior generals of the Tang Army, and they were martial cultivators by themselves. So now they could clearly see that Her Majesty was a member of the Devil's Doctrine!

Master Huang Yang looked at them and sighed, ”What are you still doing here?”

The other three then emerged from their stupor and walked down to the foot of the city wall.

The Tang Army on the city wall didn't connect things with the long kept secret, and they wouldn't care much even if they had known it.

They were only aware that the Empress was charging towards the cavalries of the Golden Palace, and they were greatly inspired. The soldiers of Tang waved the podaos in their hands and roared to cheer Her Majesty on.

”Long live the Empress!”

”Long live Her Majesty!”

Backed by the overwhelming cheers, the thick and heavy gate of Helan City was opened. At the city wall archway, armored cavalries of Tang waited for the command to charge.

The Empress moved very fast, like a ghost.

When she entered the camp of the Golden Palace cavalries, those sharp cutlasses and arrows could barely touch her dress. And she was barely slowed down by the attacks.

She charged toward the Golden cavalry like a long sword, easily breaking through the defensive lines made up by hundreds of cavalries and finally, she reached the luxurious carriages.

Her seemingly frail shoulder shook once, and then all the full armored grassland powerhouses flew backwards and fell on the ground as if they had been hammered heavily.

The old Priest sitting in the carriage appeared expressionless. He was looking at the Empress, with his bloody lips rattling and fingers clicking on the metal disk.

The Empress knew clearly that the Priest was cursing the land with all his spiritual power through the disk. And she surely wouldn't let him do that.

She stretched out her slender and fair right hand and clenched it.

Her right hand looked small and soft, even smaller when clenched into a fist. It resembled a ripe and tender fruit, appealing and harmless.

Then the fist smashed on the metal disk.

The disk didn't break.

It bounced back, and hit the High Priest's jaw heavily.

The High Priest's neck and jaw were crushed, and he died instantly.

Blood dripped on the disk, dyeing its complicated lines red.

The Empress was surrounded by crowds after killing the High Priest.

The grassland powerhouses who were flung by her had rushed back, bringing more cavalries.

Master Huang Yang was standing on the city wall and looking far into the camp. He was frowning. While he was not worried about the Empress' safety thus far, time was quite limited.

Because the Golden Nation Master in the very last carriage hadn't made his move yet.

Huang Yang took out his Buddha Beads which he had kept with him since he was a kid. Then he bit his tongue tip and spit blood on the beads. He lifted his wrist and threw the bloody beads off the city wall.

The Buddha Beads with essential blood swirled and fell on the ground, ten feet away from the city wall.

The land outside Helan City had become less mushy after the death of the High Priest. Although, it was not solid enough. However, when the Master Huang Yang's Buddha Beads fell on the ground, a merciful and fierce aura spread over.