The young warriors, hoarse and weary, yet shouted encouragement with such force that Murong Yun’s retreating heart was jolted.
She clenched her teeth but could not suppress the upward curve of her lips—how could she retreat now, with such an invincible cheer squad behind her?!
Heaven could see it: ever since her transmigration, the world’s judgment had always been scorn—useless, vicious, decadent, a parasite blessed only by luck of birth.
When had she ever received such heartfelt, such genuinely positive praise?
Surely this was the pinnacle of her life—the moment she had fought for.
Even if today the vines drained her dry, she could not retreat—she had to protect these adorable fans!!!!
Thinking of this, Murong Yun was carried away by the flattery and rainbow‑praise, her body wracked with pain but her spirit soaring with joy!!!
And just as Murong Yun believed she had reached the pinnacle of her life, a roaring surge of water‑element power shaped into a serpent lashed straight across her one‑of‑a‑kind, flower‑like face.
The water serpent burst with a bang, scattering spray that drenched Murong Yun’s flowing black hair, leaving strands dripping cold water.
Murong Yun’s dreamy gaze suddenly turned fierce; she fixed her eyes on the tactless cultivator who had struck her face, and gave him a chilling smile.
What was this brazen fool thinking? To dare strike the face of Nan Chu’s war‑god—he must have a death wish!
Murong Yun lifted her arm, and the vines on the ground swelled several times over; bristling with thorns, they surged into the cultivators’ ranks, sweeping wildly, binding a few blind fools and slamming them to the ground—finishing with a slap across the enemy’s face.
Truly, she bore a grudge.
After just a few exchanges, the frontline cultivators of Pingyun Kingdom once again suffered grievous losses.
“The girl is invincible! The girl is mighty, the girl is forever a god!!!”
Behind her, the soldiers atop Liaozhou City, witnessing Murong Yun’s display of valor, erupted in frenzy, madly checking in for their idol.
Murong Yun had never thought herself vain, yet only now did she realize she was just another ordinary person—already lost completely in the chorus of praise.
To preserve this honor, she thought, she might as well summon lightning to strike—after all, today she was Nan Chu’s eternal god!
Apart from Murong Yun, who was utterly lost in herself, Deputy General Su Liu on the city wall, amid the chorus of rainbow‑praise slogans, for the first time felt out of place.
This was clearly a war deciding the life and death of an entire city’s people, yet he could not fathom why it had turned into a one‑woman show.
Though the sight of this woman standing alone against a hundred thousand troops was impressive, something felt off—terribly off.
Just as Su Liu was lost in thought, his once‑loyal retainer could no longer restrain himself—he dashed up to the top of the wall, waving the Hua Army’s command banner, shouting like a madman.
The fluttering banner scarf even whipped across his head…
Su Liu: “……”
He ought to say something, yet it seemed he should not open his mouth.
At the same time, he could not help but wonder—wasn’t his strike of ‘Heaven‑Fire Meteor’ handsome, wasn’t it strong?
But Su Liu, hidden beneath his helmet, found no one cared about his feelings; even among the enemy, Gong Liu—who had planned to kill him the moment Liaozhou fell—now had no time to spare him a thought.
“Where did this one suddenly come from? Wasn’t it said that only Su Liu could still fight in Liaozhou City?”
Gong Liu watched Murong Yun at the moat, commanding vines to slaughter in all directions; before long she had destroyed half his cultivator vanguard, and his aged face darkened.
His retainer, seeing this, quickly knelt and murmured softly: “Reporting to the general, the messages indeed contained no mention of this person…”
“Useless!! All of you are useless!”
Gong Liu’s aged face darkened; indeed, he should never have trusted these people—for Pingyun Kingdom’s war was its own, not for outsiders to meddle in.
Today, Gong Liu would show them his true strength!
She was merely a seventh‑rank woman, and wood‑element at that—surely she could not withstand his hundred‑thousand strong army!
“Form the Five‑Elements Spirit‑Killing Array! Kill her!”
Gong Liu strode onto the war drum borne by the chariot; vast spiritual energy surged from his hands, and with a sweep, two water‑element dragons roared forth toward Murong Yun.
Thus the cultivator squad seized the chance to form their array.
“Eighth rank…”
Murong Yun clenched her teeth at the two ferocious water‑element dragons; with the snow falling, the water‑arts gained a natural boost, making them look all the more formidable.
But she—she had already run out of spiritual energy.
“Miao Miao, if you won’t sacrifice yourself now, what are you waiting for?!”
Murong Yun, heedless of all else, recalled that day at the princess’s gate—when she had nearly been slain by Luo Mingda, it was Miao Miao who stepped in to shield her.
Therefore, by the same reasoning, Miao Miao could surely block it too!
Murong Yun, without the slightest shame, tried to summon Miao Miao—but that scoundrel flatly refused to appear…
“Damn!” Murong Yun cursed, hastily retreating to the ground; she threw up every vine she could muster, layering them one upon another until they wrapped her like a giant cocoon.
In a flash, just as the vines closed, the water‑energy dragons slammed into them; the immense surge shattered the tough vines, scattering broken leaves and petals everywhere.
Truly worthy of the eighth rank—Murong Yun’s painstakingly cultivated rose‑born vines held for only a few breaths before being utterly driven back.
Murong Yun was hurled a hundred meters by the heavy blow; her chest surged with blood and qi, and it took all her strength not to spit blood—barely salvaging her dignity.
But the old blade wound on her back was not so fortunate—nearly healed, it split open again, crimson blood soaking through her clothes and dripping onto the snow.
And worse still—just as Murong Yun was blasted away, the opposing cultivator squad, following Gong Liu’s command, had already locked into a vast Five‑Element Spirit‑Killing Array.
The five‑colored lights of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth closed in like a prison, trapping Murong Yun…
Another array… Murong Yun struggled up from the ground, her face pale, her black hair damp then dry, utterly disheveled. In her eyes the five‑colored lights reflected—apparently they thought highly enough of her to form an array just to deal with her.
Murong Yun had no idea—the killing array was originally meant for Su Liu, but her performance today was so exceptional that they chose to unleash it on her instead.
With Murong Yun trapped amid the scattered branches and fallen leaves, the army of Pingyun faced no further resistance—the moat, once Liao Prefecture’s most vital line of defense, now lay useless.
Amid the roar of cheers and war drums, the army pressed forward…
On the city wall, Su Liu took in the scene, closed his eyes, then snapped them open—casting aside the Fire Spirit Bow, he drew his longsword and was the first to leap down from the wall.
Behind him, soldiers kept sliding down on long ropes; then the remaining hemp ropes were cut—no turning back, a true breaking of the cauldrons and sinking of the boats!
“Soldiers! Defend our homeland—this is the destiny of warriors! Follow me to cut down these barbarians who dare set foot on Nan Chu soil! Kill!!!”
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