High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 251 - 149: Recruiting Fallen Comrades in the Underworld, Ten Thousand Banners Slay Yama (Triple- - )_4
But even Elixirs have their limits; before they are exhausted, we must break through with Chen Kuang!
"Boom..."
The two-faced statue turned and fell backward, rolling over and crushing countless soldiers beneath it.
Su Huaiying looked at the approaching Chen Kuang, extended her hand, and said solemnly, "Go! I can’t hold on much longer!"
Chen Kuang deftly reached out, bypassing Su Huaiying’s hand, wrapped his arm around her waist, and tucked her under his arm.
Su Huaiying was startled, then felt a wave of shame and humiliation, her face turning red as she said:
"I asked you to hold my hand and run, not to carry me!"
She kicked her legs vigorously, which was nothing for a small child, but her mind was genuinely that of an adult.
Chen Kuang realized and said, "Uh, it’s a habit, and besides, this way is more convenient..."
Su Huaiying was at a loss for words.
Indeed, this was the most efficient way... Su Huaiying was somewhat frustrated, when could she ever break free from this child’s body?
As Chen Kuang ran, he looked back, "What about Zhang Zhizhou, just leaving him to hold the rear?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Su Huaiying said, "He’ll be fine."
Zhang Zhizhou’s cultivation was as unfathomable as his heart; even in the final phase of the illusion, Su Huaiying couldn’t gauge his true level.
He never seemed to use his full strength, as if he was still observing and assessing something.
However, at least this person definitely wouldn’t mess up in such a situation.
Chen Kuang nodded.
Su Huaiying was originally heavily encircled.
But now, due to Zhang Zhizhou’s peach forest and the rolling of the deity’s image, a large blank area had been cleared, becoming the best point for a breakthrough.
Moreover, this vast area of the peach forest had now become a natural blockade, completely stopping the pursuing troops and buying them a considerable amount of time.
With Su Huaiying clamped under his arm, Chen Kuang quickly rushed out of the borders of Zangfeng State.
But soon, he paused, his expression becoming heavy.
Behind them.
Jiang Wei suddenly rejoiced, because he had already seen the distant fluttering "Yang" character flag—
Reinforcements had arrived!
Chen Kuang took a deep breath; the throng of people and flags almost formed a cloud, and the galloping horses raised a storm of dust, sweeping toward them.
Ten thousand banners flying, blotting out the sky and covering the sun!
Su Huaiying murmured, "No wonder it’s a deadly calamity..."
To confront almost an entire nation’s army single-handedly—how could it not be a deadly crisis?
Jiang Wei was leading merely an advanced troop.
And at this moment, the army which had originally surrounded the outskirts of Zangfeng State, prepared to confront the rebellious forces, had all arrived.
Huangfu Yan probably had the Emperor order the entire army to marshal the moment Chen Kuang was promised.
Now just in time, they had cut off Chen Kuang’s retreat.
Su Huaiying’s face turned pale, gripping the "Retrospective Bell" tightly, preparing to take a few more Elixirs.
Chen Kuang suddenly looked down and said, "This bell can summon the spirits of the dead, right?"
Su Huaiying was stunned, then nodded, "Yes."
Chen Kuang said in a deep voice, "Give it to me."
Su Huaiying hesitated for a moment, then understood he intended to use it himself, so she handed over the bell, "I’ll tell you the incantation..."
It was originally an extremely rare and precious Ancient Relic, yet when giving it away, she felt no reluctance or suspicion.
Chen Kuang smiled, "I don’t need it."
Su Huaiying frowned, "Then how would you use it?"
Chen Kuang dodged the question, "This moment reminds me of a poem General Huo recited before his death."
Su Huaiying felt puzzled but also somewhat curious.
When Huo Hengxuan died, Chen Kuang was supposed to be escaping with them... where would he get the time to listen to him reciting poems?
Was he just making things up at such a time?
Guessing he wouldn’t leave without finishing, Su Huaiying could only cooperate and ask, "What poem?"
Chen Kuang, holding the bell, looked at those soldiers returning from Hell, burning their souls again to fight for their country, and softly said:
"How does one feel about dying today? Entrepreneurship is tough, with many battles. But now I depart to recruit old comrades in the underworld... ten thousand banners to reap Yama!"
"Haha, not a bad poem."
Suddenly, someone commented, "But why can’t I remember reciting a poem before I died?"
Su Huaiying snapped her head around to look.
Beside her stood a familiar old man, with a disheveled look, wearing tattered clothes and having a hint of roguishness, a cold sneer on his face.
It was none other than the "God of Slaughter"—Huo Hengxuan!
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ps: Sorry for the delay, my apologies orz
Wuwuwu, sorry, too sleepy, update failed, will add 6000 words this afternoon
