The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

The current situation is obvious. Because Luo Yunxian was well prepared, it is impossible for the coalition forces from Fengnan to attack the Wangshu tribe in a short period of time.

They might not be able to hold out until the people from Fengnan attacked. If he wanted to protect himself here, he could only rely on someone. Luo Dingfang regarded Jiang Fan as his support.

Unfortunately, his idea was good and the timing of his move was also excellent.

Even if Luo Yunxian and Zhong Ling reacted, it would be impossible to save Jiang Fan. As long as Jiang Fan was under his control, Luo Yunxian had no choice but to let him go.

But he underestimated Zhong Ling's strength. Zhong Ling had been hovering on the edge of the Grandmaster Realm for a long time. His sudden attack on Jiang Fan also made Zhong Ling burst out with unprecedented potential.

That was why Zhong Ling pierced his heart with the sword. The powerful energy penetrated the tip of the sword and shattered his heart.

As blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually dimmed. Luo Yunxian looked at his miserable state with a complicated expression. On the high platform, Wangshu clan leader saw this scene with a look of pity and complexity in his eyes.

She sighed, glanced at Luo Dingfang, then withdrew her gaze.

No matter what, she raised Luo Dingfang by herself, and she still had deep feelings for him, otherwise, after her daughter and son-in-law were forced to leave, she would not have suspected her adopted son.

It was also because of her love and indulgence for her adopted son that her daughter and son-in-law left in disappointment. Now, the adopted son died, which was the retribution he deserved!

Zhong Ling looked at Luo Dingfang, who was full of astonishment and disbelief, and drew back the sword. She immediately felt a sense of weakness spreading throughout her body. She had reached the Grandmaster level, but she had almost used up all her internal energy in that sword strike just now.

She almost stumbled, Jiang Fan quickly supported her, and at the same time, Zhong Ling felt her internal energy become endless at this moment. She knew this was the feeling of being a Grandmaster.

Luo Yunxian, who was standing by, came back to her senses with a complicated expression.

On the other side, Luo Dingfang's mouth was bleeding. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not utter a word. He looked at Zhong Ling, Jiang Fan and Luo Yunxian unwillingly, and fell straight down. He was completely dead!

Zhong Ling also recovered at this time and nodded to Jiang Fan.

"I'm fine, I just felt a little weak, I'm fine now!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan took a closer look at Zhong Ling, and seeing that she was really fine, he let go of the hand that was holding her.

At this time, Luo Yunxian was looking at the Little Saint King who had retreated behind the crowd. The Little Saint King no longer had the pride and arrogance he had just had, and there was only reluctance and anger in his eyes.

He saw clearly the sudden improvement in Jiang Fan's strength and Zhong Ling's reaching the Grandmaster level.

He was filled with jealousy. Of course, now he was more terrified. The top masters that he relied on were all dead. Apart from himself and a few young clan leaders, there were no other strong people left.

The guards were also fighting, and there were less than a hundred of them left. They were surrounded. There were more than a thousand Wangshu warriors around him, and he was now like a trapped beast.

"Little Saint King, now it's time for you to fulfill your bet!" Jiang Fan looked at the Little Saint King and said with a hint of joking in his voice.

This guy wanted to cheat him, but now he has shot himself in the foot. He probably thought he would definitely get first place this time.

If he really got first place, he would use it to force the Wangshu tribe to submit. Plus with the army approaching, I'm afraid it's really possible that the Wangshu tribe will be incorporated into them.

Unfortunately, he met Jiang Fan and lost miserably in the end. He even lost his life because of it.

He thought that because of his status and position, Jiang Fan would not dare to touch him, but now that the battle has begun, he knows that Jiang Fan will definitely dare to kill him.

"Hmph... boy, my life depends on it. Do you dare to take it? Do you think that you can be worry-free just by blocking the four entrances? You are too naive!"

"Once our army breaks through the four entrances, you will be dead. If you surrender now, you still have a chance!"

The little Saint King replied coldly that he still didn't want to give up. He even said that he was still hoping that the four entrances would be breached.

If this is true, then he certainly has a trump card to save his life. Moreover, he also believes that the Wangshu tribe cannot hold on.

However, Jiang Fan looked at him sarcastically after hearing this and said, "Really? Then why not let you live a little longer and see how disappointed you are!"

As soon as Jiang Fan said this, the Little Saint King was delighted, but a look of contempt appeared on his face. Of course, it would be best if Jiang Fan didn't kill him at this time!

It also gave him hope, and he believed that Feng Nanfang could definitely break through the four entrances.

When Luo Yunxian heard this, a hint of worry flashed in her eyes, although she was confident in her arrangements.

Ke Hao was still worried that those small tribes would not arrive in time to save the Wangshu tribe. She was also worried that those small tribes would not be able to fight against Feng Nanfang.

At this moment, suddenly, from the four entrances, bursts of banging sounds were heard, and along with these sounds, there was another round of fierce fighting.

The moment the voice sounded, Luo Yunxian looked at Jiang Fan in astonishment. When she met Jiang Fan's indifferent gaze, she was delighted.

She recognized what the sound was. It was the secret weapon in Jiang Fan's hand, a powerful weapon that could easily defeat the Red Lotus rebels.

In other words, Jiang Fan sent helpers to help them guard the four entrances. With those secret weapons, does she still need to worry about the entrances being breached? !

Moreover, as long as Jiang Fan intervened in something, she had inexplicable confidence. In her heart, Jiang Fan was omnipotent.

At the same time, at the four entrances, the White Robe Army warriors launched attacks on the enemies attacking the entrances.

The timing of their attack was when the enemies at the four entrances launched their superior forces.

The battle at the four entrances was quite stalemate at the beginning, because of the terrain. The army of Feng Nanfang was blocked outside the entrance by the Wangshu tribe.

The white-robed troops in the four directions did not launch an attack. The reason was that the two sides were fighting each other. If they launched an attack, a large number of Wangshu people would be killed.

Fortunately, the people of the Wangshu tribe blocked the enemy outside the entrance.

But as the battle became more stalemate, the enemy began to increase its manpower, and countless enemies rushed to the entrance. However, as the number of enemies increased, it gave the White Robe Army the opportunity to launch an attack.

When the enemy gathered enough people at the entrance, the white-robed soldiers at the four entrances immediately fired their mountain artillery mercilessly.

Those enemy troops who reached the entrance were immediately bombed and suffered heavy casualties. They thought they could capture the entrance in one go, but the mountain artillery directly killed most of them.

The rest of the people were dealt with by the warriors of the Wangshu tribe.

In just one round of attack, nearly a thousand enemies at the entrance were killed. Most of them died under the mountain artillery. After all, their formation was too dense.

One shot could kill dozens or even hundreds of people. In the early stages, most of the enemies could be wiped out in less than ten shots.