Chen Ping's Sword

"Haha, hahaha..."

Ji Changlie suddenly burst into laughter.

He thought of something: "Back then, your Cui Family was utterly defiant of this king, obstructing me at every turn. And now, it has become nothing more than a dog under Chen Ping’s command, throwing away a thousand-year family reputation into the water. Do you regret it now?"

"By the way, where is Yuyin? I heard that since her son died, she’s become somewhat deranged, and after her family was confiscated, she even joined Canxia Nunnery as a nun. If only she knew this day would come, why did she do it in the first place?"

Ji Changlie ground his teeth and laughed.

To him, that Jinghai Prince’s Mansion was no longer his own mansion.

Under his intense hatred, even the Princess Consort and the Crown Prince were estranged from him; whether they died or became monks, it was, after all, something that greatly pleased him.

After all, in terms of his children, more were gone than left.

Disobedient ones might as well not exist.

"You’ve already gone mad."

Cui Huchen said blandly: "Enough idle talk. If the prince could see the situation clearly, it would be better to surrender early, to avoid reaching a point of no return. His Highness King Ping is compassionate and may not necessarily want to kill you. Jiangnan can no longer endure too much internal strife."

After all, he had served as Minister of the Ministry of War of Great Li, and still felt some attachment to this land and court.

The tragic state of the Three Prefectures made even Cui Huchen feel appalled, making him doubt whether he had made the wrong decision in initially wanting to ally with the Thirteenth Prince to achieve success with the dragon and let the Cui Family advance further.

Those wolves and tigers, they truly wanted to devour people.

If Beizhou truly dominated the Central Plains, who could say where the millions upon millions of people on this land would go?

But the situation was such that the Great Li Dynasty had truly decayed beyond hope, and he could see no trace of hope, so he could only adapt to the trend and defect to Beizhou.

Better than waiting for Beizhou’s perfect victory and the total collapse of the Cui Family in a single day.

Sometimes, seeing clearly with foresight is a blessing.

Sometimes, Cui Huchen would rather be old and dim-sighted, unable to understand, just living muddled days without making any choices.

On that day, when that young man proposed a wager.

That day, as his sword emerged from Xianggu, overbearing and audacious, Cui Huchen suddenly saw the Hidden Dragon soaring into the abyss.

Perhaps he was pained by the Cui Family’s military and financial losses, even unwilling to have the noble family status oppressed, but he faintly felt that some choices had to be made.

Defeat well-timed.

Because he saw hope.

This intuition came so inexplicably, but Cui Huchen firmly believed it, without a trace of doubt.

Since it was bound to be a calamity regardless, weighing the lesser of two evils was necessary.

The original intention of striving for achievement evolved, but also remained unchanged.

Perhaps, hitting the mark accidentally.

People say that suffering loss means gaining advantage.

In Cui Huchen’s view, these words hold some truth.

Giving up to gain.

Cui Huchen thought he might be too old, making him nostalgic.

Despite knowing Ji Changlie harbored deep resentment towards him, he couldn’t help but advise him one more time.

Advise him to withdraw his troops.

When you’re young, you may take countless missteps and perhaps stage a comeback.

However, King Jinghai was no longer young, and one wrong step now could lead to eternal damnation.

Unfortunately, Ji Changlie did not see it as goodwill.

His eyes turned redder, his smile more chilling.

"Old Ghost Cui, this King has long wanted to experience your Cui Family’s Eight Gates Golden Lock Array. Over the years, I’ve endured it, but didn’t expect you to underestimate me."

Famous general, what is a famous general?

For over a decade, Ji Changlie had been preparing for this battle, his elite troops specifically training in breaking the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

In his view, even though he had only over thirty thousand cavalry.

The Cui Family’s grand army across the way comprised mere infantry.

Were they defending a fortified city, not just his thirty thousand cavalry, even if tripled, couldn’t take it.

In this flat terrain, with no fortifications to defend, relying solely on an array is no match for his Jinghai Cavalry.

For this is destined to be a renowned force throughout the world, intimidating the Celestial South.

"Follow me and break this array, slay Chen Ping, pacify Jiangnan, overturn the sea..."

Ji Changlie raised his dual swords and roared.

"Overturn the sea..."

"Overturn the sea..."

"Overturn the sea..."

With the army’s shouts, a murderous aura soared to the heavens. Wearing bright iron armor, thirty-two thousand elite cavalry exuded an indomitable momentum.

At this moment, they saw once more the Celestial South Supreme Sword and the King of the Sea Suppressing of the old times, invincible in every battle.

Always kept by King Jinghai’s side, forbidden to confront the Beizhou Hu Cavalry, the cavalry had long bottled up their fury.

Now, following the charge, they were like thirty thousand trapped tigers unleashed, their blue light shimmering, thundering towards the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array.

"When you should fight, you didn’t, when you should withdraw, you didn’t. All along, you’ve never seen the situation clearly."

Cui Huchen shook his head: "You still don’t understand, your opponent has never been me, not since seventeen years ago..."

Indeed, infantry hardly withstands a cavalry charge.

Even deploying the Eight Gates Golden Lock Array makes no difference.

Especially when Ji Changlie is not weak in battle formations. This prince, albeit having character flaws and an overly hasty pursuit for success.

Nevertheless, no one denies his talent in cultivation and commanding an army.

When the Overturning Sea Array operates at full power, it truly possesses a force of overwhelming power.