84 Rising Dus (2/2)

Despite his rather quick reaction, it was already too late.

”Xiu!”

A scarlet arrow, seemingly carrying a ring of fire around it, blossomed like a firework and pierced through the far gap between them, through the sky full of raised dust and fresh blood, and ultimately through the back of the target.

The flame-like arrow penetrated through his skin and bones before exiting from his chest. The blood that flowed out with it splattered into the air, creating a stunning painting.

It was a painting that immortalized the moment in which Old Ha while maintaining a fleeing stance, arm in mid-air, attempted to hasten his horse but would forever be condemned by the impossible arrow that had shot him.

He let out a guttural choke that seemed to contain a soft sob as if he was sighing over his bad fate. Why had Zhan Beiye come and why hadn't he made use of every precious moment to get rid of Meng Fuyao. Now he had to pay with his own life.

Just like that his raised arm slowly fell, and he plunged into the crowd of soldiers and horses. Like the men in black who had protected Meng Fuyao with their lives, he was instantly crushed.

Meng Fuyao rested on the horse, tears welling in her eyes as she watched. 'Revenge doesn't feel good, revenge doesn't feel good.'

Even if Zhan Beiye hadn't attacked, she would do whatever it took to seek revenge as long as she was still alive.

Upon Old Ha's death, the leaderless army fell into a mess. Not the Dark Wind Horses' match, to begin with, it was clearer than ever that they were now trapped in the elite force's slaughterhouse.

As if herding sheep, the powerful horsemen forced the Rong soldiers together before starting the massacre without hesitation.

The clattering of hooves collided with the sounds of bones breaking and the neighing of horses as a wave of soldiers charged toward Yaocheng. The soldiers above the city gate were shocked silly. They had initially thought that Meng Fuyao sold their city and lured the soldiers over to kill their people. However, from the looks of it, things appeared not how they did previously, and they were all stunned.

Still covered in Zhan Beiye's overcoat, Meng Fuyao did not turn around to observe their expressions. The chaotic screams and battle tired her out more, to the point where she couldn't be bothered with anything.

A soft click sounded from behind.

It sounded especially crisp amid the jumble of the battlefield. She whipped her head around and saw that the city gate, which she had pleaded so hard to be opened, had finally opened.

The thick, solid metal gate opened slowly, drawing a bright arc in the center, illuminating Tie Cheng's blood and sweat-filled body as he stood ashamed, with a key in his hand and with Yao Xun by his side.

It took only one look for Meng Fuyao to grasp the situation.

Yao Xun must have thought of abandoning her again but had ultimately decided against it, and even made a simple key to open the gate. Who else, but Yao Xun, could do such a thing?

She took a glance before turning back around.

TIe Cheng had pleaded, but to no avail, the guards by her side had died, one after another, but to no avail, and she had been forced into committing suicide, but still to no avail. Did the door really open now that things were settled? What a joke!

It was a joke she did not want to face at this point.

Before her, the battle was coming to an end. Meng Fuyao reached her hand out to grab the rein and jerk it.

The horse lifted its front hooves, the raised dust sprinkling onto the city gate.

”Where are you going?”

”No idea, but I don't feel like facing the city.

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”How long do you plan to stay in the mountains, then?” Zhan Beiye asked, lying on the grass and resting both hands behind his head to look at the stars. ”My horsemen need to replenish supplies.”

”Let them in, then,” Meng Fuyao answered simply, shutting her eyes and feeling the starlight lighting up her pale face and jet-black brows. ”The city is out of provisions. You can head to the Rong army camp to get some. It must be a mess over there right now.”

”You're right,” Zhan Beiye smiled, revealing his brighter than moon teeth, ”I've already sent them there.”

He sat up to hug his knees, before adding somewhat regretfully, ”Aye, if I seize Pingcheng and Huangxian, won't a plot of Wuji land belong to me?”