My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 391: Chapter 291 The Fall of Houjin and Chaos Across the World Chapter 391: Chapter 291 The Fall of Houjin and Chaos Across the World This discourse had already stirred a huge uproar; everyone was primed to action by Wutu’s words, and a storm that would sweep across the world was brewing, with many already having fetched hawks and falcons to spread this shocking secret far and wide.

Xi Hafu’s face remained calm, betraying no emotion, while the eyes of King Xu grew increasingly icy.

“Let’s just wait and see then, I’m taking my leave.”

Wutu laughed loudly, then with a wave of his sleeve, a surge of Yin Evil Qi swept around, instantly hiding his form, and the great hall drifted off into the distance.

Xi Hafu stood unmovable like a boulder, and King Xu did not pursue to block him, after all, Wutu was also a Grandmaster, and with the Life and Death Hall, an exotic treasure in his possession, he was not someone easy to be dealt with.

The two of them just watched the Grandmaster depart with nonchalance.

An Jing did not make a move either, having just experienced a major battle, and although the “Nameless Heart Scripture” and the “Great Celestial Star Refining Body Technique” had strong recovery powers, he had inevitably expended too much energy and spirit facing Zongzheng Huachun, another Grandmaster.

As Wutu vanished, the crowd at the scene observed Zongzheng Huachun lying on the ground, knowing in their hearts that Houjin’s rule was probably over, and the great plains might experience the greatest catastrophe in thousands of years.

“Kill them all! Let none escape!”

Qiu Lun no longer hesitated and commanded the Pingyang Guard to charge toward the elite cavalry of Houjin.

Even Houjin’s most elite cavalry had lost their nerve at this moment, turning from fierce tigers descending the mountain into mere sheep, and even under the command of Jiren Tai, an army without spirit is useless even with the strongest leaders.

Then, the Demon Sect’s masters initiated their retaliation, seeing Li Fuzhou, Ouyang Ping, and Duanmu Xinghua joined forces to repel two Grandmasters from Great Snow Mountain, while Yi Daoyun pierced Jiren Tai’s throat with a single sword thrust.

The tragic deaths of Jiren Tai and Zongzheng Huachun also inspired some of Houjin’s cavalry, who bravely resisted against Pingyang Guard.

These elite cavalry of Houjin were indeed troublesome; Tie Futu and Guai Zi Ma totaled over fifteen thousand riders. Tie Futu was Houjin’s elite cavalry, both men and horses clad in thick armor, with every three riders making a group for the frontal assault, creating blockades behind them with obstacles allowing only advance, not retreat, showing their determination to fight to the death.

Guai Zi Ma referred to the two flanks of cavalry that coordinated with Tie Futu to envelop from both sides during combat. These cavalries were made up of the troops from Zongzheng Huachun’s own tribe, fighting fiercely like iron walls, extremely formidable and difficult to handle.

Qiu Lun had already studied Houjin’s cavalry thoroughly; although Tie Futu and Guai Zi Ma were formidable, they still had their weaknesses, so he had previously found a way to deal with them.

The heavy cavalry Tie Futu’s horses had no armor on their legs, and by cutting the legs, the riders would fall off, causing the soldiers mounted on horseback to fall; immediately, Qiu Lun hurriedly commanded his soldiers to wield polearms and battle axes against the enemy. Pingyang Guard chopped at the enemy soldiers above and at the horse legs below, throwing the elite cavalry of Houjin into disarray, and the scene became chaotic with fallen men and horses everywhere. Qiu Lun, riding his spear, immersed himself in battle. Seen charging through the enemy ranks, left and right, unstoppable, his soldiers were hugely inspired.

“This Qiu Lun really has some skill,”
Zhao Qingmei couldn’t help but exclaim watching this.

Qiu Lun, looking rugged with his vast build, seemed like a large water jar at first glance. However, he was sharp and extraordinarily brave; given time, he could surely become a renowned general.

The battle raged from morning till dusk, Houjin’s army being slain by Pingyang Guard or trampled into mud by horses, with corpses sprawled across the fields.

The surrounding Jianghu masters, seeing this, hurriedly left, eager to spread the news revealed by Wutu to let the whole world know, turning it into a topic of bragging and discussion.

The final confrontation between Pingyang Guard and Houjin’s forces also put a perfect end to the battle at Ba Mountain.

Now, as long as they took down the Royal Court, the rule of Houjin would be officially over.

Nobody was worried about failing to take down Houjin’s Royal Court.

Without Zongzheng Huachun’s Royal Court, it was like a hedgehog without its spikes, essentially open to manipulation. Even if hundreds of thousands of Houjin’s elite protected the Royal Court, what use would it be?

“Master An, Master Zhao, I must be leaving due to some matters,”
Xi Hafu, seeing that the situation was set, stomped his foot and vanished from the spot.

Steps as distant as heaven!

This was a Grandmaster’s skill, implying that the distance of the ends of earth was merely a step away, showing how swift a Grandmaster’s steps could be.

An Jing watched as Xi Hafu’s figure disappeared and then turned to King Xu, “Thank you for your troubles.”

King Xu laughed, “There’s no need for such formalities between us.”

Looking at King Xu in front of him, for some reason, An Jing felt a trace of strangeness. He asked, “You’ve regained your memory, haven’t you?”

King Xu nodded, “Yes, I have.”

An Jing asked again, “You had already regained it the last time I saw you, hadn’t you?”

Upon hearing this, King Xu’s eyelids twitched and he replied, “Yes.”

An Jing looked deeply at King Xu; he wasn’t concerned about King Xu’s past dealings or even who it was ultimately, he just wanted to know King Xu’s purpose, “Are you also here for the Earth Vein Spirit?”

King Xu was silent for a long while before he finally answered, “Correct, this time I agreed to come mainly to seek cooperation with you.”

“Cooperate?”

An Jing asked, somewhat puzzled.

King Xu spoke seriously, “Jing’an, I hope you can help me obtain the Earth Vein Spirit. From the first time we met, I knew there was an inexplicable fate between us. I believe that joining forces would be the best choice given our strengths.”

An Jing muttered to himself, “The two of us, joining forces?”

“Together, this world could be ours.”

King Xu stretched out his hand, as if embracing the world. Looking at his pale side face and those pupils emitting a ghostly light, An Jing saw a trace of madness.

An Jing sighed deeply, “Whose world is it really? Why does everyone want it?”

King Xu turned around, stretching out his palm, and said, “The world can belong to anyone, but why not us?”

At that moment, King Xu carried an air of dominance, as if the world was already in his grasp.

An Jing looked at him, staying silent.

Seeing An Jing’s silence, King Xu asked, “Jing’an, don’t you want to cooperate with me?”

An Jing responded, “I am not interested in the world.”

King Xu inquired, “Are you also not interested in the Earth Vein Spirit?”

An Jing replied, “I have no choice but to be interested.”

At his level and status, many things were beyond his control; without great strength, one could only become a pawn for others.