I am invincible, that's why I lie down. You're using your entire clan to rebel?

Chapter 399 Qin Mu makes his move, a battle that is utterly devastating!

Just as Fan Li was filled with anxiety and restlessness, the curtain was lifted again.

Han Zhong walked in, bending over, his brows furrowed, his face grave, and a vein throbbing slightly on his forehead.

He walked quickly to Fan Li, his voice urgent.

"Mr. Fan, how's it going? Have you informed your prince yet?"

Fan Li looked up at him and nodded.

"I've already notified them. Mo Ya went personally, so it should be delivered soon."

Han Zhong sighed, his tone filled with helplessness and anxiety.

"I never expected His Majesty to send another powerful expert! You must get your prince out of the Moon Goddess Cult's stronghold as soon as possible, the sooner the better, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable!"

His voice was urgent, his brows were furrowed, and he looked very worried.

He knew he had to act this way at this moment, otherwise he would easily arouse suspicion from Fan Li, that old fox.

He couldn't let Fan Li see any flaws.

Fan Li was extremely anxious at this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of His Highness and Liu Bai, and he had no time to observe Han Zhong's expression.

He sighed, his voice hoarse.

"Don't worry, I've already notified them. But this will take time, hopefully... in time."

He paused, then looked up and stared at Han Zhong.

"Where is Liu Bai now?"

Han Zhong shook his head, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"I don't know the exact location. But he should be getting close to the Moon Goddess Cult's headquarters."

He sneered inwardly, finally it was his turn to tell Fan Li "I don't know".

Yesterday, Fan Li brushed him off with "I don't know," and today he returned the favor with "I don't know," thus getting his revenge.

Upon hearing this, Fan Li sighed softly again.

The breath was light, yet it carried a deep-seated weariness.

He longed to go and help His Highness in person!

But he can't leave.

He needed information from Han Zhong to ensure that His Highness could be informed in a timely manner.

If he leaves, and if any new developments or news arise on Han Zhong's side, there will be no one to relay them to His Highness in a timely manner.

His fingers clenched tightly inside his sleeve, his nails digging into his palms, the sharp pain keeping him conscious for the last time.

He still felt that something was wrong.

But at that moment, his mind was a complete mess, and he couldn't make sense of anything.

Han Zhong frowned as he looked at Fan Li's worried expression, seemingly deep in thought.

He suddenly stepped forward, his voice low and firm.

"If all else fails, I'll go myself! Just in case anything happens, I can cover for you."

Han Zhong knew that he had to say and do these things at this moment in order to completely dispel Fan Li's doubts.

He couldn't let Fan Li think he was acting; he had to show enough sincerity and responsibility.

Fan Li suddenly raised his head, looked at Han Zhong, and stared at him for a few seconds.

He didn't mince words; his voice was hoarse and urgent.

"Alright! Then I'll leave it to you, General!"

At this moment, he was willing to try anything that could increase the chances of rescuing His Highness!

Even if I owe more favors, it doesn't matter!

As long as people are alive, that's the most important thing!

Han Zhong was secretly pleased!

At this point, all his plans had finally come to fruition!

Once he successfully rescues Xu Longxiang, everything will be settled!

Next, he can carry out a large-scale massacre of the Moon God Cult.

Even if Xu Longxiang asks about it later, he can say that it was all done by Liu Bai, who was sent by His Majesty, and that it was not his wish.

In this way, he has an explanation from both sides and doesn't have to worry about offending either side!

Han Zhong breathed a slight sigh of relief, but his expression became even more serious.

"Okay, I'll go now!"

Fan Li stood up, straightened his robes, and looked determined.

"I'll go with you!"

Han Zhong was slightly taken aback, but then nodded without hesitation.

"Okay! But you have to disguise yourself. You can't let anyone else recognize you."

Fan Li nodded, took out a set of armor from his bag, quickly put it on, and then covered his face.

Han Zhong glanced at him, and only nodded after confirming that he couldn't recognize him.

The two walked out of the tent one after the other and headed out of the camp.

The morning light shone on the two of them, casting their shadows on the ground, one long and one short.

.......

At this very moment, by a stream in the mountains, a luxurious carriage stood quietly.

Qin Mu leaned against the brocade cushions inside the carriage, holding a thin bamboo tube in his hand.

The peregrine falcon had just flown away, the sound of its flapping wings still echoing in the air.

He crushed the wax seal, pulled out the secret letter inside, and unfolded it.

The handwriting on the letter was neat and respectful.

"Respectfully submitted to Mr. Liu Bai: The second pass has been attacked for a long time without success. Five high-ranking members of the Moon Goddess Sect are currently overseeing the battle from the pass. They are fearless and their morale is high. I request that you, sir, take action and kill the five men to blunt the enemy's momentum. Your humble general, Han Zhong, respectfully submits."

After reading the secret letter, Qin Mu slowly smiled.

"The show is finally about to begin." He put down the secret letter and sat up straight. "It's our turn to take the stage."

Zhao Qingxue leaned against the other side of the carriage, her face slightly flushed, with lingering spring fever between her brows.

Hearing Qin Mu's words, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

The show is finally about to begin.

The four of them had been staying in the carriage for a while, and she was about to lose her temper.

Yunluan's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, her face slightly flushed, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.

She had been eager to make a name for herself for a long time.

Jiang Zhaoyue leaned against the corner, her face also flushed, but she felt a little reluctant to part.

She enjoyed these few days in the carriage, quiet and peaceful, with only the four of them.

But she knew even more that it was time to get down to business.

She should also share His Majesty's burdens.

Qin Mu raised his right hand and waved it gently.

His face began to change; his brow bones became high, his eye sockets deep, and his jawline hardened like a knife, restoring him to the appearance of a middle-aged man like Liu Bai.

He then raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Qingxue and Jiang Zhaoyue, and two soft beams of light enveloped them.

Their appearances also subtly changed, from stunning beauties to ordinary, pretty faces, going unnoticed by anyone.

Yunluan doesn't need to pretend; she is Yunluan.

"Walk!"

Qin Mu lifted the carriage curtain, and with a sway of his body, he was already standing several feet above the ground.

The three women followed closely behind, and the four figures soared into the sky, flying towards the second pass of the Moon God Sect's headquarters!

Outside the second pass, the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Fifty thousand elite Qin troops are charging fiercely at the pass!

Ladders were erected one after another on the wall, and soldiers climbed up with their knives in their mouths!

The battering ram pounded against the gate, producing a dull "thump! thump!" sound, each strike causing rubble to fall from the gate walls!

The shield bearers, holding their iron shields, struggled to advance through a hail of arrows. Their shields were studded with arrows, making them look like hedgehogs!

The archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, and thousands of arrows shot into the sky, falling with a strong wind toward the pass!

On the pass, the five white figures still stood firm!

Their white robes were soaked in blood, indistinguishable as to whether it was the enemy's or their own!

Their longswords had been chipped and were full of nicks!

Their voices were so hoarse they were almost inaudible, but they were still shouting!

"Long live the Moon Goddess! Long live the Moon Goddess!!"

Inspired by their momentum, the white-robed followers on the pass frantically shot arrows, threw stones, and poured hot oil down!

The rolling stones tumbled down from the pass and smashed on the heads of the Qin soldiers, causing their brains to splatter and blood to spray everywhere!

Hot oil poured down, scalding the shield bearers, their flesh sizzling and burning, filling the air with a pungent, acrid stench!

Arrows flew in like locusts, striking shields, armor, and flesh!

Qin soldiers fell in droves, but the soldiers behind them immediately rose up, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and continuing to charge forward!

suddenly!

A streak of silver-white sword light pierced through the sky!

The sword light was as fast as lightning, falling straight down from the clouds with a terrifying pressure that could destroy the world!

Everyone on the pass looked up at the same time, their pupils suddenly contracting!

The sword light was too bright! It was blindingly bright! So bright that they couldn't open their eyes!

The sword light flashed across the sky, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like a silver-white dragon descending from the sky with its jaws wide open!

"boom--!!!"

The sword light slashed fiercely at the pass!

The earth shook violently, flying debris and billowing dust into the sky!

A huge gap was cleaved in the wall, and rubble rolled down from the gap, hitting the Qin soldiers below the pass!

The five white figures were swallowed up by the sword light without even a scream, and turned into a sky full of blood mist!

Blood mist drifted and fell on the pass, on the faces of the white-robed followers, and on the broken stones of the pass wall—a horrifying sight!

The white-robed followers on the pass were stunned!

Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were agape, and they were making hoarse breathing sounds from their throats!

Their bodies were trembling violently, their legs were weak, and they almost knelt down!

The gods in their hearts—those fearless protectors and altar masters—are they really dead?!

He was cleaved into a bloody mist by a single sword strike?!

Not even a body was left?!

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

A figure slowly descended from the sky, standing in mid-air, his robes fluttering.

Qin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, his brow bones high, his eyes deep-set, and his jawline as sharp as if carved by a knife.

A faint silver-white sword intent surrounded him, like a transparent veil, making his figure appear exceptionally tall!

His gaze swept across the pass, over the white-robed followers, and over the Qin soldiers besieging the city below.

That gaze was calm, as calm as a stagnant pool, yet it weighed heavily on everyone's hearts!

The white-robed followers on the pass trembled all over, their teeth chattering!

Some people dropped their bows and arrows, their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground!

Some people covered their eyes, unable to bear looking at the figure standing in mid-air!

Someone knelt down, their forehead touching the cold gravel, murmuring "May the Moon Goddess protect us," but their voice was trembling uncontrollably!

At the foot of the pass, the Qin soldiers were also stunned.

They looked up at the figure standing in mid-air, and at the longsword that, though sheathed, still exuded a terrifying sword intent.

Their eyes were filled with awe, and a hint of fanaticism!

"It's Mr. Liu Bai! The sword fanatic Liu Bai!"

"A near-immortal on earth! Heavens! His Majesty actually sent a near-immortal to help us!"

"With Mr. Liu Bai here, what is the Moon Goddess Sect! One sword strike is enough to cleave their pass!"

The shield bearers held up their iron shields, staring at the figure, their fear replaced by fervor!

The archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, watching the figure, gripping their bows even tighter!

The swordsmen gripped their sword hilts tightly, gazing at the figure with high morale, eager to rush forward and slaughter all the white-robed cultists on the pass!

Qin Mu stood in mid-air, his gaze sweeping across the pass, landing on the blood-stained rubble, and on the white-robed followers who were slumped on the ground.

A cold smile slowly curved the corners of his lips.

He didn't speak, but simply raised his right hand and waved it gently.

"kill--!!!"

Below the pass, the Qin soldiers shouted in unison and surged like a tide toward the gap cleaved open by the sword light!

At the pass, the white-robed cult members dropped their weapons and ran away!

The defeat has begun.