"Kill!"
Three thousand soldiers around shouted in unison, their battle cries shaking the heavens.
A chilling aura of death swept through, the terrifying killing intent sending shivers down everyone's spine.
These were all Yue Longgang's personal guards, the elite of the army, each a veteran whose hands were stained with countless drops of blood.
The sudden explosion of their unyielding, iron-blooded might terrified Ying Tianbao, making his legs tremble uncontrollably.
If not for Uncle Fu supporting him, he would have likely collapsed onto the ground.
In the Great Qin Dynasty, only Yue Longgang dared to speak of rebellion so brazenly, without any pretense of concealment.
This was because the Emperor of Great Qin, Ying Ye, was the first to refuse to believe Yue Longgang was rebelling.
Ying Ye had only managed to secure his throne with Yue Longgang's support, and the two were sworn brothers, bound by a life-and-death friendship.
There was no need for rebellion; Yue Longgang only needed to utter a word, and Ying Ye would willingly abdicate without a hint of complaint.
Furthermore, Yue Longgang was a Lingdi realm expert. The secular throne held little allure for him.
Therefore, accusing him of rebellion was an extremely foolish act.
"Uncle Yue, your nephew was merely joking. Why would you need to rebel? The dragon throne is yours for the taking whenever you wish."
Ying Tianbao's face was pale, and he stammered obsequiously.
He was genuinely afraid that Yue Longgang would simply wave his hand, and these wolf-like soldiers would surge forward and chop him to pieces.
"I thought you had made some progress recently, but it turns out you're still this timid. With your cowardly demeanor, how dare you talk about seizing the throne? It's a disgrace. I'll let you off this time, but hand over the person. Otherwise, I'll flatten your mansion."
Yue Longgang glanced at Ying Tianbao with disdain. His threat of killing to offer a sacrifice to the flag was merely to intimidate the other party, but he hadn't expected Ying Tianbao to be so cowardly.
He had initially intended to discipline Ying Tianbao, but now he had lost interest, fearing it would be beneath him.
"Who does Uncle Yue wish to apprehend? Your nephew will personally bring them here for whatever punishment Uncle Yue deems fit."
Upon hearing that he was no longer in trouble, Ying Tianbao's face lit up with joy.
As long as he was safe, he couldn't care less about anyone else's fate.
"A strategist under your command, surnamed Ji. Surely you know what good deeds he has done?"
Yue Longgang snorted, finding Ying Tianbao utterly useless. He didn't even know when his own subordinate caused trouble, yet he harbored ambitions of seizing the throne. Truly, he had no idea of the immensity of heaven and earth.
"Uncle Fu, do we have a strategist surnamed Ji in our mansion?"
Ying Tianbao looked confused; he hadn't hired any strategists.
"Your Highness, could Marshal Yue be referring to Young Master Ji Mo?" Uncle Fu prompted.
If anyone had offended Yue Longgang, it could only be Ji Mo, the outsider. Who else would dare?
"Yes, it's that scoundrel Ji Mo. Hand him over."
Yue Longgang said arrogantly.
"You want to touch my Brother Mo?"
Ying Tianbao's eyes widened, and then his body straightened up abruptly. He declared loudly, "As long as I'm here, you won't be able to lay a single finger on my Brother Mo."
Uncle Fu's expression changed drastically, and he frantically signaled Ying Tianbao to stop speaking nonsense.
Was this the time to speak up for Ji Mo? Did he not want to live? He should distance himself as much as possible.
Moreover, Ji Mo had only arrived a few days ago and had already offended Yue Longgang. He was clearly a jinx, and there was no need to protect him.
At the same time, Uncle Fu's heart sank. The usually timid and cowardly Prince Tianbao actually dared to defy Yue Longgang for the sake of another man!
It was over. His Highness had truly been swayed!
How could he straighten my prince who has been swayed?
At this moment, Uncle Fu's mind was in utter chaos.
Yue Longgang was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Ying Tianbao to have the courage to look him in the eye, all for a mere subordinate.
This was somewhat interesting.
"What? The Ninth Prince is unwilling to hand over the person? Are you not afraid I'll deal with you as well?"
Yue Longgang took a step forward, looking down at Ying Tianbao with overwhelming arrogance, a cold smile playing on his lips.
Ying Tianbao didn't dare to meet his gaze and involuntarily took several steps back, but he still stood his ground stubbornly.
"Is that Ji fellow really that important to you, that it gives you, a coward, the courage to face me?"
Yue Longgang grunted.
He advanced again, a trace of killing intent emanating from his body, scaring Ying Tianbao into retreating rapidly. He was about to fall onto the ground with a plop.
"What are you doing? Bullying someone just because you're big?"
Just then, a voice rang out, and someone appeared beside Ying Tianbao, helping him up.
"Brother Mo!"
Ying Tianbao looked at the figure beside him, immensely excited.
All the pressure and timidity vanished instantly, his sense of security surging. His back straightened even more.
It was truly good to have Brother Mo here!
The person who appeared was Ji Mo.
He had left Tianxiang Pavilion with Li Qiufeng and after strolling for a while, he had returned.
Unexpectedly.
Upon his return, he saw a group of soldiers surrounding the mansion, and a tall, burly middle-aged man was bullying Ying Tianbao.
Bullying my little Bao? I won't allow it.
Ji Mo naturally wouldn't stand by idly. After helping Ying Tianbao up, he directly stood in front of Yue Longgang.
He was a head shorter than Yue Longgang, but he showed no fear.
"You are Ji Mo?"
Yue Longgang sized Ji Mo up, slightly surprised.
He hadn't expected Ji Mo to be so young and handsome.
Is this a strategist?
He showed no signs of being cunning or experienced.
He looked more like someone suited to be a male concubine.
Furthermore, there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy from him, making him seem like a mortal. Why did he have such great courage to cause trouble at Tianxiang Pavilion?
Or, was the matter not as he had initially thought?
"I am Ji Mo. Who are you?" Ji Mo retorted.
"Young Master Ji, this is Marshal Yue Longgang," Uncle Fu said, his heart pounding with fear.
This young man truly had no regard for his own life. Speaking to Yue Longgang like this, why court death and drag them down with you?
"Oh, the god-father of Man Yin from Tianxiang Pavilion. As expected, like father, like daughter. They both like to bully the weak and rely on their power."
Ji Mo detested the bullying of the weak the most, and naturally, he had no good feelings towards Yue Longgang.
Bullying the weak, relying on power to oppress others?
These eight words were like boulders thrown into a calm lake, creating immense waves.
Everyone present was stunned.
No one had ever dared to speak to Yue Longgang like this. Now, someone was pointing at Yue Longgang's nose and accusing him of bullying others with his power!
Ying Tianbao was full of admiration. My Brother Mo is truly fierce, daring to confront even Marshal Yue. He's a real man.
Yue Longgang had always been the one to confront others. Ji Mo was the first to dare to confront Yue Longgang.
"What did you say?"
Yue Longgang's pupils contracted. He stared fiercely at Ji Mo, and his overwhelming aura erupted instantly.
His long, dark brown hair moved as if in a wind, and his mid-Emperor realm pressure was as vast as the sea, making it difficult for those around him to breathe.
Ying Tianbao's scalp tingled with fear. He quickly hid behind Ji Mo, and the feeling of dread disappeared.
"What are you looking at?"
Ji Mo glared back, showing no fear.
He couldn't sense the existence of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, so he was immune to the pressure and aura of powerful individuals.
No matter how strong the pressure was, it couldn't make him even blink an eye.
"What are you looking at? Do you want me to slap you?"
Yue Longgang sneered and directly attacked, striking Ji Mo with his palm.