313 Zhou Yu, One Emperor! (1/2)

Bang!

The general's body crashed heavily into the common reed bush like a cannonball! He crushed the thick tuft of grass, and he sank into the ground with his limbs splayed. His eyes were lifeless.

Shing!

Happy put his sword back in its sheath with abnormal calm and composure. He then faced the group of soldiers who came at him with fear and anger, along with the players who charged at him like locusts. An incredibly great feeling of being drained of qi surged into his heart, and he frowned slightly.

'I was too impatient…'

Petit Dragon, Dragon Capture, and Seven Stars Brilliant Moon were all styles that required a large amount of qi. Since he was in a rush, he did not even take Dew Pills while he used those techniques repeatedly. Hence, even if he was already in Mystical Realm, he still felt a little tired and empty because he had overdrawn his qi.

When he saw that countless enemies had decided to pounce on him, Happy felt as if there was a huge mountain charging at him.

The pressure with the force of an avalanche was so heavy on his shoulders that he felt as if he could not breathe!

When Happy was about to be caught in a perilous situation, an enraged roar that was as great as the sound of thunder rose from the ships in the river.

”General Yang has died! How long are you going to help the wicked man in his wicked deeds?! Once the Murong Clan investigates this matter fully, we'll see just who else can protect you! All of you will not be able to escape from being involved in this!”

The expressions of the soldiers who were already near Happy instantly changed.

”The general died?!”

”Not good… the general died! Retreat!”

The soldiers instantly lost their will to fight upon hearing the Murong Clan's intimidating yell. While letting out chaotic, surprised, and fearful cries, they threw away their weapons and fled. They did not even have the time to care about General Yang's corpse.

At the same time, the players who had rushed over with an aggressive momentum lost their armor. They returned to how they originally looked, and all sorts of equipment and different sect emblems appeared clearly before Happy.

*****

The quest had failed!

Once General Yang died, all the players at Common Reed Bank returned to their original appearance. Their uniform armor disappeared, and they looked like a bunch of people with various characters grouped together.

The crowd instantly lost its pillar of strength.

It was especially so for some of the people who were sect members. They had shouted very energetically previously, but when they saw that they failed in their quest, their first reaction was to stop in their tracks and cover their sect emblems over their chests.

It was not a joke.

The person they had to deal with was no one else but Happy!

While he was in Wuhu, he had destroyed Five Venoms, which was a somewhat famous sect, and he had done it all alone. He had also killed all the elites from Fallen Feathers Sect. Everyone had put on a disguise to join militia, so they could take advantage of the situation to earn some money. Even if they could not kill him, they would not be worried.

But the situation had changed!

Once the players lost their morale, their will to fight disappeared despite them standing no more than thirty-two feet away from Happy. The people who had led the charge looked as if they had been exposed, and hey turned around to run into the crowd.

Just like that, the thousands of people who had rushed at Happy fled from him at an even faster speed, much to Happy's surprise. They looked incredibly ludicrous and ridiculous.

However, people who were watching from a distance could not laugh.

”As expected of the top ranked player on the Famous People Rank!”

The group had watched the entire process of Happy killing the general, and their hearts were still cold with fear.

”What were those attacks just now?”

”He beheaded a general who was protected by Life and Death soldiers. He's indeed tough!” A few people gulped while they gasped in amazement. ”Can this be considered as taking the enemy leader's head from an army of one thousand? I know that he didn't fight against them head on, of course!”

”Whoa…”