Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 390 - 388 Did Zhao Jiang Die?

"Bold."

Zhao Jiang shouted loudly, holding a long spear, standing alone on the war chariot, and shouted: "Whoever takes Chen Mo’s head will be rewarded with a million taels of silver."

This statement indeed had an irresistible attraction. The somewhat dispirited morale received an instant boost, and a large number of allied troops charged towards the cavalry led by Chen Mo.

"Puff..."

A black light instantly pierced into the front soldier. As the warhorse swept by, Chen Mo pulled out the soldier impaled on the corpse. A surge of True Qi rippled out, and everything in front fell to the ground.

"Charge..." Chen Mo yelled, as if he wanted to tear through the entire enemy army.

The enemy’s Innate Martial Artists also participated. For every ten meters the cavalry advanced, nearly a hundred cavalrymen fell off their horses, then were stabbed to death by myriad spears.

The Celestial Spirit Heart Guard Armor on Chen Mo’s body was stained with blood beyond recognition as he charged straight toward Zhao Jiang’s chariot.

The Snow Dragon Steed beneath him, already suffering from countless knife and gun wounds, finally couldn’t hold on. After a piercing neigh, it collapsed to the ground.

But before that, Chen Mo leaped up and landed heavily on Zhao Jiang’s chariot.

The saying goes to capture the thief first, catch the king. Chen Mo planned to take down Zhao Jiang first.

Seeing Chen Mo approaching, the various lords beside Zhao Jiang quickly dodged away with the protection of their generals, putting distance between themselves and Zhao Jiang.

However, as the Alliance Leader of the Eighteen Lords, Zhao Jiang was surrounded by numerous experts, including more than a dozen Innate Martial Artists and two First Grade Martial Artists.

At the moment Chen Mo landed on the chariot, Zhao Jiang didn’t even have to act. The experts swarmed forward to attack Chen Mo, forcing him back.

"Kill him," Zhao Jiang bellowed, not expecting him to be so bold as to charge into his central army alone. Did he really think himself invincible?

"General, allow me to assist you." Li Yang and Dai Xishan arrived with their infantry, directly plunging into the allied forces, engaging in bloody combat.

Li Yang, Dai Xishan, and Feng Ji leaped towards this direction.

They weren’t fools. In a situation where their forces were outnumbered, to achieve victory, they had to first capture and kill the enemy’s main general.

Otherwise, even though they currently held the advantage, if the opponent stabilized the situation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Jiang Ruoqing also led the cavalry to approach this side.

"I’m leaving it to you." As Chen Mo glanced over, True Qi surged out from within, the formidable power directly sending several incoming Innate Martial Artists flying. He then leaped again, using a foot to step on one of the airborne Innate Martial Artists. The surging True Qi instantly crushed the enemy underfoot.

With the borrowed strength, Chen Mo leaped again, appearing directly above Zhao Jiang.

The majestic Sword Qi spread out from within Tianwen.

"Sword One."

This was the sword technique previously taught to him by Lin Su Ya, consisting of only one move.

"Swish!"

The sword’s sound was ethereal and clear, like a tear falling into a deep, cold pool, suppressing the noise of the world. The spreading Sword Qi burst from the sword’s tip, with a green light flowing along the sword’s edge. The dust stirred up turned to powder upon contact.

With an overwhelming, destructive force, it struck towards Zhao Jiang below.

Under this immense pressure, Zhao Jiang’s expression changed slightly before he even raised his head. He dared not face the edge directly, dodging to the side.

But the spreading Sword Qi still tore his war robe to shreds, black threads fluttering in the air.

"Bang!"

This strike landed on the war chariot, which exploded directly. The flying debris like bullets reaped the lives of nearby soldiers.

"Dodged?!"

Chen Mo’s pupils contracted in surprise.

Seeing Zhao Jiang being protected by a squad of personal soldiers behind him, Chen Mo realized there was no longer a chance to kill him.

And Zhao Jiang’s face was already full of horror, his clothing and armor tattered, his hair disheveled, and his face bearing several gashes, clearly all caused by the Sword Qi.

He could hardly believe that Chen Mo’s strength was so formidable. If he hadn’t been skilled in escape techniques, he might have died by that sword strike just now.

...

"Watch out." Li Yang’s expression changed as he was about to rush to the rescue, seeing a sword slicing towards Dai Xishan’s right arm.

If nothing unexpected happened, the arm would probably be severed.

However, the expected wailing never came.

Just as the sword was about to fall on Dai Xishan’s right arm, it was tightly grasped by a hand, with blood flowing from it.

"General." Dai Xishan widened his eyes.

"Ah..."

Chen Mo seemed to feel no pain. His hand rose and fell, beheading the person holding the longsword, calmly saying, "Be careful."

This swift scene indeed shocked everyone.

Jiang Ruoqing looked at Chen Mo’s bleeding hand with some heartache.

"Th-thank you, General." Dai Xishan wanted to bow in gratitude since, without Chen Mo, his arm might have been crippled.

Chen Mo stopped him, saying, "If you want to thank me, deal with the matter at hand first."

Dai Xishan nodded heavily and continued to charge into the crowd.

As if struck by a thought, Chen Mo saw the Great Banner already fallen on the ground. He set it ablaze with a fire and then shouted, "Zhao Jiang is dead! Surrender quickly!"

One must know, once caught in chaos, the soldiers below rely on the battle banner to determine whether the main general has fallen. After all, not everyone can see the main general in such a large army.

Chen Mo’s intention was quickly realized by Li Yang and others, and they all started shouting.

"Zhao Jiang is dead! Surrender quickly!"

"Zhao Jiang is dead! Surrender quickly!"

"..."

Having retreated to the rear, Zhao Jiang suddenly heard the news of his own death, leaving him momentarily dumbfounded. Moments later, he understood what had happened and his face changed drastically.

Because if he were truly dead, the entire allied army would descend into complete chaos.

He hurriedly shouted: "I am still alive!"

His personal soldiers also shouted: "King Yan lives, King Yan lives..."

However, following Chen Mo’s shout, Chen Mo’s men all yelled Zhao Jiang was dead, with tens of thousands echoing the sentiment, completely drowning out Zhao Jiang and his personal soldiers.

Initially, the allied forces didn’t believe this shout. But when they looked up and couldn’t see the Great Banner, they couldn’t help but believe it.

The army’s morale utterly collapsed.

Within the allied army, everyone mentioned that the allied army had perished.

The coalition of the Eighteen Lords, after all, was a team formed from all directions, lacking the cohesion.

With morale disrupted, they all scattered, abandoning helmets and armor.

"Kill!" Chen Mo altered his direction. Since Zhao Jiang couldn’t be killed, he charged towards the other lords instead.

"Obey my command, right attack!" Chen Mo shouted.

"Reform, right attack—"

Even Zhao Jiang wasn’t Chen Mo’s match. Seeing Chen Mo advancing in their direction, the other lords were frightened out of their wits.

"Retreat, quickly retreat..."