Chapter 1880: The End of the High Priest! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Retreat! Hurry and retreat!”
”Prepare to defend!”
”Hurry and send reinforcements! Stop them!”
At the intersection of the 'V', the Arab forces were in panic. This development was clearly something they had not anticipated.
”Young Master! Our army is coming! We're saved!”
Sword Ghost, his body covered in wounds and blood, grabbed Li Junxian in joy.
For generations, the Confucian Sect's goal had been to stop war, but this time, none of them could escape it.
The Confucian Sect had made the mistake, so the Confucian Sect had to bear the consequences. When the center was on the verge of collapsing, everyone had heard Li Junxian's order and charged into the front line without the slightest hesitation, each of them ready to die in battle.
In this fierce battle against ten times their number, the Confucian Sect had sacrificed much, with many of their martial brothers falling under the hooves of the Arabian steeds, but in the end, they had managed to hold out until reinforcements arrived.
”The battle's not over, so it's not yet time to relax. Gather all our members and get ready to deploy elsewhere!”
Li Junxian panted for breath as he extracted his sword from the chest of an Arab general.
The holy sword of the Confucian school was drenched in blood, as was Li Junxian's snow-white robe. 'A gentleman does not kill.' From the first-generation leader of the Confucian Sect until now, Li Junxian was probably the first leader of the Confucian Sect to enter the battlefield like a general and stain his hands with blood. He had killed numerous Arab horsemen in this battle.
A fierce gust of wind carried with it the thick scent of blood. Li Junxian raised his head, his expression so calm that it seemed numb. Those eyes that were once dazzlingly sharp and brimming with energy were like ancient wells, devoid of both happiness and sorrow.
”Senior Brother!”
Cracks resounded in the air as the white-robed girl, Elder Song, Bamboo Mirror, and the other experts of the Confucian Sect gathered around Li Junxian. When she saw Li Junxian's eyes, the white-robed girl began to tear up, her heart aching. The Confucian Sect had lost more than half its members in this battle, and the survivors were almost all wounded.
It would be a very long time until the Confucian Sect could completely recover.
But what made her heart ache the most was her senior brother. Her senior brother had always been brimming with fighting intent. She had never once seen him like this before.
”Junior Sister, what do you think… After killing so many people, were we right or wrong? The Harmonious World… was it right or wrong?” Li Junxian said, his voice somewhat hoarse.
The white-robed girl was taken aback by these words.
Li Junxian shook his head and said no more. He still had a battle to fight, but never before had he been so confused. The Confucian Sect emphasized 'stopping killing' and 'no killing', but from the moment they stepped into the northwest, he and the Confucian Sect had gone against the principles that had guided the Confucian Sect for more than a thousand years.
As someone who had defied the ideals of the Confucian Sect, from a certain perspective, he was no longer a member.
”Senior Brother, you're not the one that's wrong, nor are we wrong. It's the world that's wrong! This is a world of killing, where the strong eat the weak. It's not worth saving, nor is it worth our sacrifice.”
The white-robed girl supported Li Junxian by the arm as she spoke, a pained look on her face.
This matter was originally unrelated to them, but they had ended up paying an enormous price, both her master and her senior brother. As a girl, she had never had much interest in all these things. She had only remained to accompany her senior brother.
”Wrong is wrong! It was because of us that this great loss of life occurred!”
Li Junxian shook his head, sorrow in his eyes. Instinctively, he turned toward the young figure on the White-hoofed Shadow.
”Perhaps our method was wrong, or perhaps he was right. He is the only one who can do what we cannot!”
Elder Song, Sword Ghost, and the other Confucian Sect experts fell silent.
A complicated look appeared in Li Junxian's eyes.
He had failed to protect the Central Plains, as had the Confucian Sect, but Wang Chong had the ability. Though the two had regarded themselves as enemies, Li Junxian was beginning to more and more keenly sense that Wang Chong was the person who could truly realize the Harmonious World.
Even if his methods were completely different from those of the Confucian Sect!
Clang!
As these thoughts passed through his mind, Li Junxian raised his sword and charged forward.
”Kill!”
Sword Ghost and the others followed right behind.
The fierce battle of the northwest continued!
Between Arabia and the Great Tang, only one could be left standing!
”Kiiill!”
Meanwhile, with Wang Chong's mind returned to his body, he swiftly set about marshalling the forces of his left and right flank to charge at the 'V'. Together with the large number of soldiers crushed by the rhino Behemoth, the Arab forces making up the 'V' were swiftly routed.
Rumble! An Arab horseman still trying to get his bearings had his horse slashed by an Eastern Island elite, and right afterward, two Tang axemen came forward. The Arab horseman panicked, unable to decide which enemy he should deal with in the chaos.