Chapter 55: Entering the Formation (2)

Ding Wugu's eyes lit up instantly. "Yes, Young Lord Yang! I will do my utmost," he replied.

Another month of detouring!

The grand army finally arrived at the Kun position of the Feng Shui formation, which was the southwest point.

In the clouds, upon a small boat.

"We've wasted so much time. Mortals are truly useless!" Yang Zhijiu criticized the Yan Chuan army below.

"The Feng Shui formation is not about entering as early as possible," Mr. Wenruo shook his head, smiling.

"All right, we're finally here. Prepare to go in," said Yang Zhijiu.

"Hmm? There are troops over there as well?" Mo Yuxi was slightly surprised.

Everyone looked over, and indeed, not far from the Yan Chuan army, there were another two thousand Green Scarf soldiers, each with green cloth tied to their sleeves.

Yan Chuan, Huo Guang, and Liu Jin were confronting the opposing commanders.

Below.

To Yan Chuan's left still lay the vast sea of clouds, with a black fissure fifty feet wide.

Directly ahead stood seven commanders. The leader was immensely burly, with a three-inch scar like a centipede slashing across his left cheek, making him look exceptionally fierce.

"Your Highness, that's Zhao Kunwu of the Zhao clan! Sixteenth uncle of Zhao Tiande," Liu Jin whispered.

Zhao Kunwu glared at Yan Chuan, his eyes cold and sinister.

Because not long ago, Zhao Tiande, whom he had incited to collude with the Grand Zheng Empire's priest to assassinate Yan Chuan, was now dead—undoubtedly at Yan Chuan's hand.

"Zhao Kunwu? Why do you not bow upon meeting me?" Yan Chuan said calmly.

"Bow to you? A mere boy like you is worthy of my bow? Hah!" Zhao Kunwu retorted coldly.

The Silver Armored Army immediately raised their bows.

To show disrespect to the prince was a capital offense! At this moment, the Silver Armored Army was fiercely loyal to Yan Chuan, ready to risk their lives at his command.

Zhao Kunwu's Green Scarf soldiers also swiftly drew their bows and nocked their arrows. Both sides were elite troops, neither flinching, tension mounting.

"What? Want to play with me?" Zhao Kunwu's gaze flashed with ferocity.

Clearly, Zhao Kunwu was a hardened general who had fought his way through the battlefield. Even in the face of a thousand arrows, his composure remained unchanged.

"The Feng Shui formation has changed—your Zhao family wants a share too? I suppose you have people entering from other entrances?" Yan Chuan said calmly.

"So what if we do?" Zhao Kunwu glared.

"Please," Yan Chuan replied with a slight smile.

"Hmm?" Zhao Kunwu was momentarily confused.

The two armies had chanced upon each other here. Zhao Kunwu had expected a fierce battle, yet Yan Chuan seemed to yield so easily?

"Hahaha! When I come out, I'll seek you out for another lesson. Move out!" Zhao Kunwu laughed triumphantly.

Their forces were evenly matched, but Zhao Kunwu had a mission to fulfill. Though he wanted to kill Yan Chuan, he knew doing so now would come at a heavy cost, and with Huo Guang's protection, victory was uncertain.

Since Yan Chuan had yielded, Zhao Kunwu was in high spirits. If the Prince of Equal Rank bowed out, wasn't it as if the Emperor of Yan bowed out as well? Zhao Kunwu relished this feeling. To kill Yan Chuan could wait until after they emerged.

Zhao Kunwu led the Green Scarf army, vigilantly entering the entrance to the Feng Shui formation.

"Your Highness?" Huo Guang asked, somewhat unwilling.

"Pay it no mind. Within two hours, he will surely die," Yan Chuan said coldly.

"Uh? Yes, sir!" Huo Guang replied in surprise.

Boom! Boom! ...

Mo Yuxi and the others landed.

"All right, time to enter," Yang Zhijiu announced.

"Shall we?" Mo Yuxi looked toward Yan Chuan.