Throw down your weapons and leave. You will be spared from death. Those stubborn in their negativity and defiance will die!” Fatty Xuan called out loudly on the back of the Goldwing Swordbird.
He also knew that he was a green leaf — a green leaf that was there to set off the big red flower that was Jiang Chen.
Except, this moment and this scene let Fatty Xuan clearly know that even if he was a green leaf, he was sure to become a legendary green leaf from today onwards in the Eastern Kingdom.
Those vassals who were not directly related to the Duke of Soaring Dragon had already lost their fighting spirit and had all thrown their weapons down.
Those troops directly under the Duke of Soaring Dragon’s control also became headless flies in this situation where Long Yinye was dead, and Long Yi was gravely injured. They all looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.
At this moment, a captain with one eye leapt forward. “The Duke has nurtured his soldiers all for today’s battle. How many can Jiang Chen kill with that bow and arrow of his? Chin up if you’re a good son of the Long family! Rush in and kill Jiang Feng! Wipe out the Jiang family!”
“Ah!”
An arrow as swift as lightning had already pierced through his throat after he’d finished speaking.
“Who else is there?” Jiang Chen’s voice was remote. There was already another arrow on his bow as if he had performed a magic trick.
He had looted this bow from Xue Sha, and there actually weren’t that many arrows within the quiver — only twenty or thirty. That attack on Long Yi and Long Yinye just now had used three.
There were still roughly twenty or so arrows, yet Jiang Chen wasn’t worried about a thing.
He’d shoot whoever popped out.
Although there would be a few amongst these people who were unafraid of death, not everyone would be willing to seek one’s doom in the face of absolute power, when they knew that death was certain.
As long as he killed those that poked their head out, and made an example of them, he was sure to be able to destroy their fighting spirit.
“There’s me.”
“And I!”
Whoosh, whoosh.
Two more arrowheads once again found their way unerringly into the throats of these two captains.
Upon seeing that there were those who still hadn’t given up hope, Fatty Xuan called out, “Long Yinye is already dead, and your master is gone — is it really worth it to waste your life like this?”
These words had a devastating impact.
Indeed, Long Yinye was dead. Who were they working themselves to the bone for?
Princess Gouyu waved her longsword and admonished, “You have been sent out without righteous cause, and acted without justification. The death of Long Yinye and the grievous injuries of Long Yi are proof. Why haven’t you retreated? When the Tiandu army arrives, all of you will be dead without a complete corpse.”
Princess Gouyu represented the royal family. Her words were the straw that broke the camel’s back, finally making the Long family’s fierce, elite soldiers waver with uncertainty.
Someone threw down his weapon. Where there was one, there would be two. Swathes of soldiers threw down their weapons afterwards. The people’s courage was gone as fast as the receding tide water.
In the span of a moment, the great thirty-thousand strong army that’d gathered in front of the Jiang Han manor doors had completely scattered.
There were only the corpses of Long Yinye and a few captains present, along with Long Yi crouched on the ground, his status unknown.
Jiang Chen was a cautious person. He shot out another arrow that penetrated Long Yi’s skull, nailing him firmly to the ground. It was only then that he descended from the clouds.
At this moment, a din of cheers sounded from within the Jiang Han manor.
Too amazing. This change was too unexpected.
They were already prepared to fall in battle, and had formed a resolution in the face of certain death. Who would’ve thought that such a change would occur so suddenly?
There was nothing left of the thirty-thousand strong army that had been like a pack of wolves or tigers.
And they, a thousand strong, hadn’t even had a chance to get their hands dirty.
The descent of this divine weapon seemed like aid gifted from the gods.
Those of the Jiang family all looked at Jiang Chen as if exalting a saint. Those eight personal guards of his were also moved beyond belief.
This was their master, the one that they were following. These scenes just now had caused their blood to thrum and boil.
Admiration, worship. These words were insufficient to express the depths of their current emotions.
They only knew that even the position of first duke within this kingdom was likely not worthy of becoming this master’s goal.