Peace Order

Chapter 1903: Chapter 14: Li Guanyi Faces Jiang Su

Not to mention he had already been grievously wounded twice before by the Divine Martial King.

As he was now, he was no longer at his peak.

He was likely no match for this Yue Pengwu whose qi devoured Wan Li.

He stayed here, to block Yue Pengwu.

There would be only one ending—fall in battle.

Yet his death in battle would be enough to trade for a vast opportunity: to swap out Gao Xiang, who could originally hold off Yue Pengwu, and send him away, to obtain a formation where Military God Jiang Su cooperated with Divine Shooter Gao Xiang, seizing the chance to intercept and slay the Emperor Qin!

If the Emperor Qin died, the enemy’s three armies would be headless.

Even if he did not die, but was merely severely wounded, it could still prolong ten more years of Golden Age for Daying Kingdom; by then, Qin Yulong would definitely have already broken through to the Nine Heavens.

If he held off Yue Pengwu, the grand situation could be made; if he could not, then he would die on the battlefield as he ought.

This body stands here, and must be pledged to the nation!

Yue Pengwu, you have your resolve, and we, we too have our own ardor.

By now, words could no longer persuade one another.

He Ruoqinhu stretched out his palm and gripped that horse spear; the Divine Weapon horse spear surged and roared, ripples spread through the void. This battle general who had entered the Imperial Army in his teens, and in the 60 years thereafter followed Jiang Wanxiang east and west, establishing countless battle merits, opened his eyes and looked ahead.

The Dharma Form at his back roared, shaking heaven and earth.

He thought of what Jiang Gao had said back then.

"I grant you."

"The right to die on the battlefield!"

Truly, this was a fine place to die on the battlefield!

He Ruoqinhu, Divine General of the world, pointed the Divine Weapon in his hand toward the front; in that instant, he forgot life and death, forgot the past, forgot all those so‑called aristocratic clans entangled around this body. Standing here, it was only for the country, only for the dream of his youth!

For a real man, to lay down his life for the nation, shrouded in horsehide—could there be anything more dashing?!

He Ruoqinhu drew a deep breath; his voice thundered like rolling thunder as he roared:

"He Ruoqinhu is here!"

"Yue Pengwu, dare you come and fight?!"

The Dharma Form soared to the heavens, like a great python coiled between heaven and earth, with might enough to seize a tiger.

In that bygone era, the great python that soared alongside the Azure Dragon would, in the end, once more support this nation.

Yue Pengwu gripped the Li Quan Divine Spear in his palm, his eyes blazing; behind him, golden radiance and the killing qi of the army converged. As golden light scattered in all directions, accompanied by cries that seemed to halt the very clouds, a Golden Winged Great Peng appeared between heaven and earth.

The killing qi of both armies was like metal and iron.

Their Dharma Forms and Military Souls resonated as one, rushing into the sky, churning the sea of clouds above into tumbling billows, layer upon layer rolling upward; faintly, thunder burst forth. Would it be, in the end, the great python that charged with the Azure Dragon, or the Roc that flew alongside the Qilin?

The world, the family‑state, life and death, comrades in arms.

All reduced to two words.

"Come fight!"

Boom!!!!

......

Weapons clashed, ringing with the sound of slaughter.

The Qilin Army’s vast host advanced with haughty dominance; the Emperor Qin personally led his army, his momentum like a rainbow. Jiang Su led his forces forward, Gao Xiang concealed within the ranks, and at the same time, in accordance with the grand trends of military strategy, Jiang Su ordered Yuwen Lie and Qin Yulong to each command two hundred thousand and one hundred thousand troops.

Over a hundred li out they split off, sweeping from the left and right like blades, skimming past the main current to slice toward the Emperor Qin’s rear.

He himself launched the frontal assault.

The Emperor Qin’s great army galloped forward, and Jiang Su’s great army was already faintly within sight; the two hosts faced off, a million‑strong might stretching out. This place was by no means the only breach, the only breakout point.

A million troops were a tidal wave of military might.

The Emperor Qin was merely at the crest of the wave.

So was Jiang Su.

Only, just as the vanguards of these million troops were about to meet, they suddenly halted again, not colliding at the first instant. The amassed momentum of the two forces had already surged to the extreme, yet at the very instant before contact, they stopped.

But that vast, terrifying power did not dissipate in the slightest.

Not only did it not dissipate at all, it became all the more majestic and oppressive because of that headlong charge and sudden halt.

A scarlet Qilin Cloud Pattern banner.

An ink‑blue Gray Dragon Pattern banner.

Each occupied one side; though there was clearly no wind, it seemed as if endless gales howled, making them violently whip about. In the distortion wrought by the Military School’s baleful qi, it was as though Qilin and Azure Dragon truly manifested.

These Qilin and Azure Dragon, once manifested, solidified upon the vault of heaven, then rammed into and tore at each other; the sound of wind in the void and the rumble of thunder were like the furious roars of Qilin and Azure Dragon.

Beneath the Dragon Banner, an elder clad in Mo Armor and a dark cloak wore a solemn expression.

Beneath the Qilin Army banner, the Emperor Qin’s hair was bound with a jade hairpin; he wore Golden Armor and a scarlet battle robe with Qilin Pattern Civil and Military Sleeves, gripping a Battle Halberd. At his side and slightly behind him stood a silver‑haired girl in an astrologer’s robe.

Amid charging, clashing armies, a silver‑haired girl would not be suited.

But with the armies facing off, advancing precisely against a foreign nation, she did not leave him.

Just as in their first agreement.

The first contract.

Whether he was a fierce hero tearing the world asunder, or an emperor who would trample the chaos of the realm flat and open an age of Taiping, she would be there.

The Emperor Qin urged on his Divine Steed; the silver‑haired girl’s hand hung slightly down, and through the Stargazing Lineage’s Star Skills, she made the army’s momentum ever more fine‑tuned.

Jiang Su likewise spurred his horse forward.

Great banners rolled like surging waves; above the heavens, Military Souls tore at each other.

Beneath the banners, the Emperor Qin and Jiang Su confronted one another.

One young, one old.

Armies in array, the fate of the realm now rested between you and me.

Three hundred years of vast, dashing splendor—here, it reaches its utmost!