Chapter 1775: Youve Already Lost! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Thousands of Imperial Army soldiers screamed as they were blasted away and obliterated by the explosion. As the wave of Sword Qi swept through, it scattered blood and severed limbs through the area.

”Careful!”

”Defend!”

Piercing and frightened screams resounded through the sky.

In the end, those statue-like Dragon Guards had still not moved.

But no one had expected those Dragon Guards to be so frightening.

Yet this was far from the most frightening thing, because when that Dragon Guard moved, all the Dragon Guards in front of Taiji Palace slowly turned around, their hands gripping their weapons as they glared with cold eyes.

Boomboomboom!

In the blink of an eye, one wave of Sword Qi after another exploded into the dense ranks of the Imperial Army, raw power erupting into the heavens.

”Aaaaah!”

Howling gales swept out, the area around Taiji Palace began to fiercely quake, and one could hear the plaintive screams of the dead and dying.

These sounds traveled far into the night, and even though no one could see what was happening there, the screams alone communicated the fear and helplessness those soldiers felt before their imminent deaths.

”What, what… what in the world happened? Wasn't the Saint Martial Barracks broken? What's going on?”

The Imperial Army soldiers broke out in a cold sweat, their expressions turning panicked.

Death was common on the battlefield, but the sounds of the dying they had heard before were nothing like this, with the fear far surpassing the pain.

What had these soldiers encountered that would make them scream like this?

Everyone felt unsettled by those screams. Miyasame Ayaka and the others looked in the direction of Taiji Palace in alarm and unease. All they could see from their perspective was dazzling waves of Sword Qi piercing through the darkness.

Even though they didn't know the exact situation, they had no doubt that Wang Chong's judgment was correct. While the Saint Martial Barracks had been broken, the First Prince had not yet managed to get into Taiji Palace. He still had one unimaginably powerful barrier in front of him.

Next to Miyasame Ayaka, Li Heng's eyes flashed in realization.

”It's the Dragon Guards!”

Hou Junji stared at Wang Chong and suddenly broke the silence.

”So, your last resort is the Dragon Guards?”

”Although the Saint Martial Barracks has fallen, Senior has still not won, yes?” Wang Chong indifferently said.

As he spoke, he took out a piece and slowly placed it behind Hou Junji's black dragon. The white pieces there were sparse, forming a vague pronged formation that served as one final and fragile barrier.

Unlike before, this piece landed without a sound, but despite this, one could feel an surging undercurrent that made this piece more dangerous than the others.

At this stage in the game, only the last step was missing.

The board was apparently calm, but the actual situation was fraught with danger. A single piece played incorrectly would result in a complete loss. A complete reversal could happen at any moment.

”Heh, at this stage, you still think you can win?”

Hou Junji shook his head. The explosions and screams in the distance were only getting louder and louder, but Hou Junji was unperturbed. He apparently did not care how many soldiers of the Imperial Army died.

”The Dragon Guards are Taiji Palace's last defense, and there are only several dozen of them. No matter how strong they are, how many people can they kill? Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, one hundred thousand?

”No matter how strong they are, a point will come where their strength runs out!

”You want to use the Dragon Guards to buy time so that you can gather more energy from the mountains and rivers to resist my Hundred Thousand God-Devil Execution Formation? But you only put off the inevitable. You cannot alter the difference in strength, much less your eventual defeat!” Hou Junji nonchalantly said.

His sharp and perceptive eyes had seemingly seen through all of Wang Chong's plans.

Wang Chong looked up and calmly said, ”Until the last moment has come, how can Senior know who has won?”

”How truly disappointing. It seems this old man regarded you too highly. The Dragon Guards surround Taiji Palace, so how could this old man not take into account such an obvious factor?”

Hou Junji could only shake his head in disappointment.