Chapter 788
Chapter 788
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 788
>Chapter Title: Burst
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Seeing Li Huowang standing there without moving, Gao Zhijian spoke up again. “Supervisor of Heaven Division Commander Bing Shuai, Li Huowang, receive the decree.”
Just as Li Huowang was about to say something, Gao Zhijian stepped down from the dragon throne and walked over to him, looking at him calmly.
“Left and Right Gold Wu Guard Cavalry Cao Adjutant, Er Jiu, receive the decree!”
Li Huowang said nothing, his expression extremely complicated as he looked at him.
Gao Zhijian, clad in his dragon robe, suddenly dropped to his knees, slamming his head, crowned with the imperial hat, heavily onto the ground. “Senior Brother Li, receive the decree!!”
Looking at the broad back prostrated before him, Li Huowang’s expression shifted slightly. In the end, he raised both hands, took the golden decree from the tray, and held it up high toward the heavens with trembling hands.
“Thank you for the sovereign’s great grace!! Li Huowang receives the decree!”
He stuffed the decree forcefully into his robes and turned, striding out of the hall.
Once Li Huowang had turned and left, Gao Zhijian stood up again. The eunuchs swarmed around him, gently brushing the dust from his dragon robe with their whisks.
The excitement on Gao Zhijian’s face gradually turned to utter calm. When he turned around and sat back on the dragon throne, an aura of majesty appeared on his face.
“Issue the Grand Nuo command. Send out the High Dragon Order. Summon the leaders of all sects and schools to the palace to pay respects.”
Leaving the frigid palace behind, the weary-faced Li Huowang kept walking forward. He hadn’t opened the decree in his robes, so he had no idea what Gao Zhijian had commanded him to do.
Without Gao Zhijian’s help now, the Dragon-Slaying Immortal-Exterminating Formation he’d finally found couldn’t be set up.
But that wasn’t what was bothering him right now. It was the man himself.
As he reached the outer city, the urgent drumbeats from beyond the walls snapped his thoughts back.
Listening carefully, he realized they were beating the second signal. Knowing the soldiers were preparing to march out toward Nanping.
The brief calm was over. Next would come a desperate fight to the death.
Thinking of Gao Zhijian’s words just now, and the strange weight in his robes, Li Huowang’s mood grew heavy.
Gao Zhijian had changed in an instant, becoming utterly unfamiliar. But there was nothing he could do, because he was the one who had made him change.
“Dad, aren’t you happy?” Li Sui asked.
“What’s there to be happy about in something like this? No matter how you choose, it’s never happy.” Li Huowang suddenly felt truly exhausted.
At that moment, he brushed past a one-legged White Lotus follower. Seeing the White Lotus pattern on the man’s clothes, he turned and headed toward the White Lotus cult hall.
He wanted someone to talk to, to vent. There weren’t many people here he could really talk to, and somehow, the number of people he could speak with freely had dwindled.
Only by relying on that person could he feel a bit better, even if it was just leaning gently against her and dozing off for a while.
Soon, Li Huowang found the person he wanted to see—Bai Lingmiao. She was looking down at some papers right now.
Just as he was about to walk over, she stood up. “This won’t do. Nanping is so far, and there are so many people. We won’t have enough grain like this. Hurry and contact the Ministry of Revenue. We need to come up with a plan.”
“As you command, Saintess.”
“Also, send a group of our people along. Let them see some blood on the battlefield and test the effects.”
“If it works well, then rotate all our people through to help the Liang soldiers end this mess quickly.”
“And before all White Lotus disciples set out, remind me. The Wusheng Mother will bestow blessings on everyone to ensure victory from the first battle.”
“Also, spread the word: if any rumors start circulating lately, have all White Lotus disciples stop them immediately.”
At that moment, Bai Lingmiao suddenly paused. As if sensing something, she turned her head to the left. There had just been a familiar gaze.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she walked over and reached out to touch the air lightly. But there was nothing there.
“What’s wrong?”
Bai Lingmiao shook her head. “Nothing, nothing.” She turned back and continued with her work.
In the face of this crisis, as the White Lotus Saintess, she had mountains of things to handle without any slacking.
Soon, the briefly stable situation began to churn. As Qi’s forces mobilized, the Dharma Cult naturally wouldn’t sit idly by. Their scouts, along with the Supervisor of Heaven Division and the Wu ministers, were already clashing fiercely in the shadows.
Li Huowang went nowhere else. Following the decree’s orders, he moved with the soldier faction’s army, slowly pushing toward the Nanping front lines.
By the time they neared the pass, the two armies didn’t even bother with parley. They charged straight at each other without a ripple.
At this point, words were pointless. Peace talks had long been impossible for both sides.
Li Huowang charged at the forefront. Covered in black tentacles, he swung his spinebone sword and trampled Peng Longteng’s horse head as he crashed into the crowd.
Wherever he went, a mist of blood erupted in the air, and he plowed a deep bloody trench into the ground.
Right now, Li Huowang was like a razor-sharp fang of the soldiers, tearing gaps in the Dharma Cult ranks. The soldiers behind him seamlessly widened those gaps, expanding their advantage.
Li Huowang’s presence naturally drew the Dharma Cult’s attention. But in response, they did nothing, letting him slaughter freely as if waiting for something.
Half a double-hour later, just as the battle was tilting against the Dharma Cult, a tattered umbrella flashed past Li Huowang. Then the tall, gaunt figure in ragged Daoist robes appeared before him.
Li Huowang recognized him. This was the one who had ambushed him before! He hadn’t expected him to show up this time too!
This time, as Li Huowang entered under the umbrella, he finally saw what the man’s head looked like.
The guy’s body was extremely tall, and his head seemed very long too. But that long head was crammed into a white jar, with only the mouth barely poking out.
A strip of red cloth was pasted onto the white jar, with the long, slender character “Funeral Offering” written on it.
Li Huowang had just taken half a step back when he sensed something behind him. An eye drilled out from the back of his head and opened. Another slender figure holding an umbrella blocked his rear.
Not just behind him—now there were slender freaks all around, front, back, left, right, isolating him from the fierce fighting.
Clearly, they had come for Li Huowang. They’d had their eyes on him for a while.
At that moment, a tall general nearby suddenly swelled up and exploded in an instant. An old monk draped in a blood-flesh cassock, covered in gore, emerged from within.
“True Person Li, no need to panic! This poor monk is here to help you!”
(End of chapter)