The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

"today."

"I lost three thousand armors."

"Emperor Tu proves his way!"

The words were faint, but they were like thunder, exploding in the hearts of all the enemies in the audience!

Zhao Shaodi looked at the scene in front of him. For a moment, he even felt that God was joking with him!

His army of more than 10,000 young emperors...the top and most powerful army that he relied on to traverse China, pierce through enemy formations countless times, and determine the outcome of the battle...this time, there was no miracle...

They either turned into scattered pieces of flesh in the collision, or were killed on the ground and their heads separated...

dead...

They are all dead!

More than ten thousand Young Emperor's troops, including the trump card among the trump cards that Young Emperor Zhao had never used, are now... gone!

Zhao Shaodi's decades of hard work... were wasted, but instead became a stepping stone for others to ascend to the throne...

Yes.

Just as Chu Tianxiao said, the moment the three thousand defeated armors broke out of the blood mist, they... had already attained enlightenment!

Who else would not regard this army as China's top-level powerful army? Who else would dare to look down upon them just because they are the new army?

there is none left!

Absolutely not anymore!

Even if the battle stops here, even if the three thousand defeated soldiers are surrounded and suppressed, no one can take away the glory that belongs to them.

A top ace in China was born at this moment!

"...Such a 'young' and powerful army is rarely seen in the world, let alone destroying the blood barbarians in the first battle, and then defeating the top powerful army in China in the second battle...Such a record is ridiculous, not to mention encountering it, even thinking about it …”

Even Mo Xiang's right hand trembled slightly when he saw the prodigal army emerging from the blood mist like a hellish Shura...

I think he can calculate everything because of his pride, but he can't figure out how far this prodigal army can go... There is no other reason, just because their commander is such an elusive existence...

"Chu Tianxiao...why do I claim to have a good chance of winning, but I am defeated by you again and again? Could it be...that you are really my nemesis?"

At this moment, unprecedented sadness surged into Mo Xiang's heart. How could he be like this, let alone Emperor Zhao and the Zhao soldiers around him?

You know, the prodigal army didn't just knock on the door with gentle words, they came from the sky and came rushing in! So which of the Zhao soldiers around him has not seen the ferocity of this army with his own eyes? They were already timid, but they were supported by the power of the Young Emperor's army. But now... even my own trump card has been taken away by the other party...

After the small flame of hope is extinguished, there is an even darker despair.

I saw that those Zhao soldiers could no longer hold on, their hands and feet were shaking together, and they didn't even know they had dropped their weapons. There was only fear in their eyes...

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In fact, not to mention them, even Chu Tianxiao himself was quite surprised by the outcome of this battle, but within a moment, he figured it out - this is the power of prodigal.

Fighting magic wine...Thousand-kill battle armor...Sky snow silver horse...Longhou's military platform...All kinds of treasures in Longhou's secret realm...Heavenly blood prodigal flag...

Let's take a closer look. How much effort did Chu Tianxiao put in to pile up these three thousand defeated armors?

After that, how many times did they actually fight?

There is no need to talk about the miscellaneous soldiers, just think about the 20,000 blood barbarians - grass will grow on their graves next year.

So...if such a powerful army cannot achieve enlightenment, what else can it do?

"Three thousand defeated armors!"

Chu Tianxiao was the first to raise his right hand, shocking the whole audience for a moment. Just when Zhao Shaodi and Mo Xiang quickly came to their senses, thinking that he was going to make some move, he did not continue this sentence. Instead, the prodigal army behind him Agree!

"Spent everything for the rise of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

If this sound had been made before, Zhao Jun would definitely have ridiculed it, but at this moment, no one in the room uttered a mocking voice. Instead, everyone looked in front of them with disbelieving eyes...

After this cry, the three thousand prodigal army just... sat down!

Then, start supplementing.

No matter how much you waste, how can you supplement it!

Separated by an 'inner city screen', they... completely ignored Zhao Jun on the 'other side'! On the contrary... we were talking and laughing, chatting freely, exchanging spoils from time to time, and laughing...

"It's too much!"

Young Emperor Zhao was already panicking, but when he saw this, he suddenly became furious: "Kill me, kill me! I don't believe it, even with all the strength of Zhao, I can't deal with this tired army!!"

After saying this, no Zhao army stepped forward bravely. Instead, the two groups fought, almost wanting to leave first.

No one dares to go up.

They have all been killed and their courage has been broken.

"...Your Majesty temporarily suspends the wrath of thunder..."

At this juncture, it was better for Mo Xiang to calm down. He sighed and admonished: "Chu Tianxiao is acting like a horse in the sky. Sitting in front of the enemy now, he obviously wants to trick our army into giving up the advantage of the inner city screen and fighting against the enemy. The decisive battle..."

Young Emperor Zhao's eyes were red, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, like a mad beast, and he roared: "Then are we just going to watch them replenish themselves? Restore their vitality? Could it be that...my Young Emperor's army died in vain?"

"Alas..." Hearing this, Mo Xiang let out a long sigh, but looked at Zhao Shao Emperor to look at the situation of the Zhao soldiers around him, and then said: "Your Majesty... the military morale is not available, and the defense can still be done. If we attack... I'm afraid we will end up with him. It’s no different than sending someone to death…”

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhao's eyes gleamed and his whole body trembled slightly. However, after a moment, he still did not give the order to attack. Instead, his whole body collapsed and he looked at Mo Xiang with a bit of misery on his face.

"...Old Patriarch, my heart is in a state of confusion. In your opinion, what should I do now?"

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Mo took a deep look at the prodigal army officers who were chatting and laughing in front of him, and then looked at the blood mist... He gently rubbed his right hand on his clothes for a moment, and finally said: "I've... missed it. The best time to send out the great practitioners. If we do it now, I am afraid that not only the treasures, but also the death of several great practitioners will have to be paid by Zhao... in order to end this army."

"This matter... I made a miscalculation."

Mo Xiang said helplessly.

Yes, he never thought beforehand that the prodigal army was so brave that it could kill all the Young Emperor's army, and achieved "battlefield blood" with the bloody aura of the top powerful army for many years!

This is a coincidence, and it is also the most powerful proof that the Prodigal Army Slaughter Emperor has attained enlightenment!

So now, even Mo Xiang, looking at the rich 'battlefield blood', felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Fortunately, this time...Chu Tianxiao has a clear goal. He intends to put himself to death and survive. There is absolutely no room for change! Therefore, as long as our army stays here and waits for reinforcements, it will delay the arrival of the 300,000 Dragon Guards on the battlefield... At that time, we will be able to destroy this army with a multi-pronged approach!”

"Therefore, Your Majesty, please do not lose heart. You should cheer up and encourage the three armies! Even though the current situation is critical, it is not extremely bad..."

The feeling of powerlessness in his heart was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Xiang entered the state, and said eloquently: "When it comes to holding on, our army has a huge advantage - the inner city screen has been reinforced before, and His Majesty's Young Emperor's Army has also It bought us enough time..."

"This battle can still be 'win'!"

After saying these words, Young Emperor Zhao felt even more painful - his Young Emperor's army was by no means only "of this value" - but now, he could only grit his teeth and admit it!

"Chu...tian...xiao!"

"You wait!"

"I haven't lost yet! As soon as my Dragon Guards arrive and attack from both sides, you will still die without a burial place!"

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At the same time, Jin is not far away.

Three hundred thousand Dragon Guard troops rushed in like a mighty river...