The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

In the later period, because the personnel were dispersed, the number of enemies killed was not that terrifying, but it was enough to scare the enemy.

Including those who were killed by the Wangshu tribe before, the enemy lost nearly 7,000 people in this attack.

The enemy also gave up the attack, because they really couldn't get in. If they had too many people, they would be killed by the terrifying weapons. But if they had too few people, they would just be sent to the battlefield.

The 200,000-strong army besieging the four directions was blocked outside the four entrances.

The warriors of the Wangshu tribe who were responsible for guarding the entrance were all confused. They thought there would be a fierce battle, but they didn't expect that after the enemy rushed over, the imagined fierce battle had not yet begun, and the enemies were killed by the killing weapons that suddenly appeared.

The Wangshu warriors at the four entrances were nervous, but more surprised, because the person behind the killing weapon seemed to be helping them guard the gate.

In the Feng Nanbu camp on the opposite side, the generals in charge of the four entrances looked at the corpses at the entrance in front of them, with only deep fear in their eyes.

They thought they could attack the Wangshu tribe in the shortest possible time, but they didn't expect that not only were they blocked, but they couldn't attack for a while.

But after they increased their forces, they found that no matter how many troops they sent, they were simply sending themselves to die in such a terrain. How the hell could they fight?

Finally they had to abandon the attack because, attacking was just sending men to die, and if they continued like this, their 200,000 troops might all be lost at the four entrances.

At the east entrance, Saint King Fengnan was staying in a tent on the side of the road, waiting for military intelligence from the Wangshu tribe.

He didn't need to come to attack the Wangshu tribe this time, but thinking of the terrifying Wangshu tribe leader, he had to come and take charge.

If Chief Wangshu rushed into their army and killed his generals, they would be defeated. He was here to contain Chief Wangshu.

He was even thinking that as long as he invaded the Wangshu tribe, he would meet the tribe leader in person. It would be best if the other party was willing to surrender. If not, he would kill the other party himself.

Just as he was waiting to report the results of the battle, someone rushed into the tent, looking extremely flustered.

"Holy King, it's bad! We are blocked outside the entrance. I'm afraid that none of the four entrances can lead us into the Wangshu tribe." The one who rushed in was the general in charge of attacking the east entrance.

He did not receive any signal from the other three entrances that had entered the Wangshu tribe. In other words, not only was their east entrance blocked, but the other three entrances were also blocked.

When the Holy King Fengnan heard this, a burst of energy welled up in his eyes. If Luo Yunxian and Jiang Fan were here at this moment, they would definitely recognize who the Holy King Fengnan was!

It was the Red Lotus Cult leader Lei Wanjie!

After his failure in Hejian Prefecture, he returned to Fengnan Prefecture. He was the patriarch of Fengnan Prefecture. He went to Dayan to establish the Red Lotus Sect in order to seize Dayan and realize his dream of becoming emperor.

Once his rebellion succeeds, as long as he has the support of South Vietnam, there will be no problem for him to ascend the throne.

But he never thought that when his Red Lotus Sect was at its peak, Jiang Fan would easily destroy it. In desperation, he could only flee back to South Vietnam.

He had a deal with Jiang Zheng, which was to start an uprising in South Vietnam, and it would be best to lure Jiang Fan over and then kill him.

Unfortunately, his idea was good, and Jiang Fan was indeed lured here. But when he wanted to kill Jiang Fan, he found that Jiang Fan had taken control of Guiyun City with thunderous means.

Of course, he did not go to Guiyun City to assassinate Jiang Fan. In addition to the fact that the weapon in Jiang Fan's hand caused him psychological trauma, it was also because he did not want to have the courage to assassinate him.

He is the Holy King of Nanyue. If he needs this kind of assassination to deal with Jiang Fan, it would be fine if it succeeds, but if it fails, he will be laughed at.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry to deal with Jiang Fan, but wanted to unify the Nanyue tribe first, and then deal with Jiang Fan. Because Jiang Fan's actions in Guiyun City made him panic.

He was afraid that Jiang Fan would win over all the small tribes in South Vietnam. The first tribe he had to deal with was the Wangshu tribe.

Compared to the ambiguous relationship between him and Fengmu and Tianhua, Wangshu was in a confrontational position. The Wangshu young master's son-in-law selection meeting made him worry that Wangshu would unite with other small tribes.

That's why he led an army of 200,000 to attack. If Wangshu tribe is willing to surrender, it would be the best. If not, then he can only destroy Wangshu tribe.

Not long ago, his son sent back a signal that the Wangshu tribe was unwilling to surrender, so he ordered his army to begin the attack.

But he never thought that he would receive a report that his army was blocked. How could this be possible? Even if Wangshu's army was well prepared, they could still take it down if they attacked by force.

"What exactly happened?" Lei Wanjie looked at the general in front of him with cold eyes.

"Reporting to Saint King, we had a chance to attack, but an explosive weapon like a thunderbolt appeared from nowhere, causing great damage to us."

"In addition, the terrain of the Wangshu tribe's entrance means we can't get close to the entrance at all. No matter how many people go in, they will all die... Please let the Holy King decide." The general replied respectfully.

Lei Wanjie's face changed slightly when he heard this. Heavenly Thunder Weapon! Heavenly Thunder Weapon appeared here!

He stood up with a look of astonishment in his eyes. The news about the Sky Thunder Weapon made him lose his temper.

This reminded him of his unforgettable experience in Hejian Mansion. He almost died under that horrible weapon, and almost all the masters trained by the Red Lotus Sect were lost!

He knew who was coming! Jiang Fan...

Only Jiang Fan could bring such a terrifying killing weapon. It was not surprising at all that Jiang Fan had already arrived in Guiyun City and now appeared in Wangshu Tribe.

If that was the case, then it would be almost impossible for his men to attack the Wangshu tribe! He knew very well how powerful that terrifying killing weapon was.

His eyes were cold, and a cold light flashed in them!

"Stop the attack! Guard the four entrances... wait until I come back and we'll deal with everything else!" Lei Wanjie's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

There was a hint of sarcasm and mockery at the corners of his mouth.

"Notify the other four clan leaders and ask them to bring their experts with them to follow me into the Wangshu tribe. This time, we should be able to solve all the problems in one fell swoop!"

Following his voice, someone nearby took the order and left.

However, the leading general looked a little anxious and said: "But, if we stop attacking, I'm afraid the little Saint King will be in danger!"

Their attack order was sent back by the Little Saint King, although they did not know what position the Little Saint King held in the Wangshu Clan.