A group of soldiers exchanged confused glances, momentarily stunned into inaction.
Seeing this, the old king cleared his throat, offered an awkward smile, and began, "Everyone, do not be alarmed. The enemy nation has invaded, and as your king, it is my duty to stand tall and lead you in repelling the invaders..."
After the old king's lengthy speech, the soldiers finally reacted, quickly kneeling and offering him a salute.
The old king said, "Rise, all of you." He then launched into another long speech...
The soldiers: "..."
Ming Li, standing nearby: "..."
...
The next day, the old king and Ming Li took to the battlefield together.
The old king rode his large black steed at the forefront of the formation, with Ming Li mounted on a white horse beside him.
Opposite them, the king of Zi Heng nation, upon seeing the two figures at the front, felt a flicker of greed in his eyes.
He hadn't expected the old fellow to show up in person, and what's more, he'd brought a beauty with him...
With that thought, the king of Zi Heng nation lowered his head and said something to the person beside him. The latter nodded, instinctively glancing at the father and daughter duo in the distance before turning away, his figure quickly vanishing into the crowd...
Ming Li narrowed her eyes dangerously upon seeing this. In a short while, she felt a chilling glint aimed at the old king.
Her gaze cut through the crowd, and she saw a man in black holding a crossbow. At that moment, the tip of the crossbow was aimed directly at the old king.
Thinking of targeting her mission objective?
Ming Li's eyes darkened. With a thought, her silver sword from within her space flew out the next second...
A short while later, it flew back, stained with a bit of blood on its blade.
The old king happened to turn his head and, upon seeing the silver sword floating before Ming Li, his eyes lit up. He tossed his scepter to the attendant beside him, rubbed his hands together, and said, "My girl, your sword is quite lovely. Mind lending it to your father for a bit?"
Ming Li: "..."
After a moment's consideration, Ming Li tossed the silver sword to the old king. After all, he was her mission objective; he couldn't die.
Soon, the two armies engaged in battle.
Ming Li silently retrieved the heavily neglected large iron hammer from her space, shocking many.
Seeing the exquisitely beautiful woman wielding a large iron hammer that seemed so out of place with her image, many people subconsciously gaped, their expressions one of disbelief.
Opposite them, at the signal of the king of Zi Heng nation, many men surged towards the old king. They expected to capture him quickly, but all those who advanced were swiftly defeated by the old king's sword.
The old king: "..." Wait, how could this sword move on its own??
...
In the end, thanks to the combined efforts of Ming Li and the old king... oh, correction, the silver sword, the soldiers of Zi Heng nation were quickly routed, scattering like loose sand, some fleeing, some dying...
No one dared to approach Ming Li and the old king any further.
It was hilarious; they were simply no match!
Witnessing this scene, the face of the king of Zi Heng nation contorted with an expression so dark it could drip ink.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he shouted towards a certain direction, "Please, make your move! I will agree to any conditions!"
In a short while, lightning and thunder began to crackle in the southern sky, and a great terror seemed to churn within the clouds...