Peace Order

Chapter 1795 - 79: Seizing and Protecting, Choices

People act according to their own class and stance.

They cannot understand each other.

This time, the Assassins had been unleashed.

Everyone he battered flying away had their chest caved in, vomited three bowls of blood and died, wretched and miserable, while behind him the Dragon Colt drawing the carriage kept close on his heels.

Carve out a bloody path!

The Wen family’s old ancestor’s expression shifted: "What a technique, what vicious ruthlessness!"

"Ji Yanzhong, I’ll be your opponent. The rest of you, protect the Red Emperor’s princess well."

"Bring her back, safe and sound!"

They were Grandmasters all the same, and with numbers on their side, they forced Ji Yanzhong to slow down.

A misty celestial crane Dharma Form appeared and clashed with Ji Yanzhong. Ji Yanzhong fought like a man with no thought of life or death, suppressing this old rival whose strength had once been almost equal to his own, but the other side had far too many people.

He glared till his eyes all but split watching them press toward that carriage. Just as he was staking his life, among those Martial Artists who pounced forward, the one rushing at the very front lifted the curtain and only then showed a trace of a smile.

Yet his body suddenly froze.

Then it was jerked back hard, flung backward like a rag, his torso ripped apart in the middle, leaving only a mist of blood. Everyone paused for an instant, only to see this scene repeat again and again; in the blink of an eye, over a hundred skilled Martial Artists were all dead.

Only then did the scalp-numbing, razor‑sharp sound of something cleaving the air reach them.

Wen Hanfeng’s expression stiffened; in the next moment, his pupils shrank.

Ripples spread across the void as if a white fierce tiger sprang out in a killing pounce.

The tiger’s twin pupils were pale gold, proud and self‑contained.

In just a single instant, Wen Hanfeng’s Protective Gang Qi shattered.

The Wen family’s greatest talent in a hundred years, a Grandmaster of the Seven Heavens—his aura broke apart like ragged cloth. His vision blurred, a sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat a mouthful of fresh blood. By the time he regained awareness, his abdomen had already been pierced through by a heavy spear and he was nailed to the rock wall.

Blood kept flowing and dripping down.

Ji Yanzhong stared, stunned, his mind blank; he raised his head to look up by instinct.

The sound of hooves was clear and pure.

Falling upon the earth, they made a ticking sound. His great cloak rolled like inky clouds. The Dragon Horse [Treading the Clouds], eight feet tall at the chest, bore upon it a man of imposing height and wide shoulders, clad in dark‑silver heavy armor, pale‑skinned with ink‑dark eyes, handsome and arrogantly aloof.

Fifth among the Divine Generals under Heaven, the Divine Might General, Yuwen Lie.

A thread of despair rose in Ji Yanzhong’s heart.

This was a truly top‑tier figure.

Yuwen Lie lifted his hand. The heavy spear let out a long shriek, merging with the Dharma Form, erupting with a terrifying power that directly finished Wen Hanfeng off. Then with a burst of streaming light it shot back into his hand. This top Divine General, Divine Weapon in hand, came on with a towering aura.

Ji Yanzhong blocked Yuwen Lie’s path.

Yuwen Lie spoke, concise and to the point:

"Your Majesty ordered me to remove you and Changle."

Ji Yanzhong was bearing serious injuries, and knew that as one who was merely of the Seven Heavens, he absolutely could not stop this Divine Might General whose presence was so vast and forceful.

He did not feel fear because he was about to die.

He only blamed himself for his incompetence, for being unable to protect Ji Ning’er in such a surging age of chaos. Yuwen Lie gave a flick of his wrist and cast the spear; its afterimage was grim and killing. That heavy spear thrust toward Ji Yanzhong, but merely grazed past the old man’s neck and plunged into the mountainside.

Ji Yanzhong froze.

Yuwen Lie said, "The Red Emperor has already burned himself to death, extinguishing an eight‑hundred‑year orthodoxy of the world. In that case, Ji Ning’er is no longer any sort of princess."

Ji Yanzhong opened his mouth. Even though he had long guessed as much in his heart, at this moment he still felt a kind of tragic sorrow. Whether it was for the Red Emperor of these eight hundred years, or for Ji Zichang’s pitiful fate, he could no longer say clearly.

There are many things that cannot be divided so clearly.

Yuwen Lie said slowly, "Your fortune is not bad. Purple Sun of the Taoist, and an old Monk of the Buddhist Sect, have both taken action, intercepting the majority of the pursuers for you. It’s only that the Red Emperor chose a path different from what they foresaw, and did not tell them of his choice."

"So they have not yet arrived."

"And because of Su Wang, He Ruoqinhu and I—only one of us could come out."

"The one who came out is me."

Ji Yanzhong watched this Divine Might General of the world ride his Dragon Colt to the front of the carriage. He swung down from the saddle, bent to look inside, and gazed at the little girl sleeping within.

His great cloak swayed.

The Divine Might General half‑knelt before that child.

He stretched out his hand, lifted the just‑over‑two‑year‑old Ji Ning’er out,

Placed her against his chest, inside his battle robe, then fastened the robe tight. Yuwen Lie’s voice, for once, was uncommonly gentle as he said, "Your father and mother have done this for the world; their spirit is fierce and magnificent. Since the realm has fallen into such chaos, it cannot be left to nothing but petty scheming and filthy scrabbling."

"Let Yuwen Lie protect Her Highness the Princess."

"For this last stretch of the road..."

Holding the child in his arms, he turned. The cold‑faced Divine General mounted the Divine Steed, left arm cradling the child, right hand gripping the war spear. He looked at Ji Yanzhong, the old man’s sleeve and chest stained with blood as he stood there dazed, and said, "Why?"

He could not understand. Was Yuwen Lie planning to trick Ji Ning’er into going back?

Yuwen Lie’s tone was cool and even: "Even in a world in turmoil,"

"There is not only victory and gain."

"A true man must know what he must do, and what he must never do."

"You—lead the way."