The Cruel Tyrant

42

Your Highness, our army has suffered more than 3,000 casualties from yesterday night to early this morning. The mountain road is narrow and cannot accommodate more troops to fight. Most of our troops are blocked behind and unable to move forward."

In the simple camp, Su Mu listened to Shi Yan reporting on the battle with a serious expression.

With a "bang", Su Mu smashed the armrest of the chair and suddenly stood up. He strode towards the door, and said coldly: "A thing that doesn't know death!"

Liu Xi on the side hurriedly followed and persuaded: "Your Highness, the poison in your body has not been eliminated, so you can't use your internal force......"

Before Liu Xi finished speaking, he realized that the Crown Prince had already disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At a elevated high ground, Shangguan Hao and more than a hundred other soldiers stood looking down at the mountain of corpses in front of them. The puddles of bright red blood exuded bursts of nausea inducing metallic scent. Behind Shangguan Hao a big bearded man walked to his side with a troubled face: "General, our soldiers are almost all lost. The soldiers of the Wu kingdom are extremely strong, and we may not be able to stop them for long."

Shangguan Hao held a sword in his hand, his face solemn as he said: "Block them as long as possible. When the southwest army invades the imperial city, when Prince Wu takes the life of the incapable dog emperor, even if Su Mochi is the reincarnation of the demon king, he cannot turn the situation around......"

"Oh, really?" A murderous voice came from behind. Shangguan Hao's pupils dilated sharply and the strong sense of crisis made his whole body tighten up. He turned around abruptly and shouted: "Who!"

The sharp wind blew Su Mu's black official robe. He walked from the edge of the cliff to Shangguan Hao step by step. There was a golden, scorching sun hanging above his head, but Shangguan Hao and the others only felt a chill settling over them.

Shangguan Hao stared fixedly at Su Mu, holding the sword in his hand tightly as he tried hard to restrain the desire to retreat. But the soldiers behind him obviously didn't have the same strength of Shangguan Hao. Those who were slightly better all involuntarily stepped back a little, while the weaker ones began to shiver like a helpless lamb faaced with a hungry wolf.

The sword in his hand covered with blood and gore was raised up in front of him, and Shangguan Hao exclaimed with vigilance, "You are Su Mochi!"

Su Mu smiled, bright red lips like the blooming flowers of hell. But his otherworldly beauty only felt like the call of death. Everyone, including Shangguan Hao, felt their hairs stand on end and a cold sweat breaking out on their backs.

This was the first time Shangguan Hao had seen the legendary Crown Prince who could scare the living into death and the dead into resurrecting. He was not the rumored demon with three heads, six arms, big glaring eyes, and a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth but a young man with beauty that surpassed the gender. But this did nothing to reduce the fear in the people's hearts.

Su Mu didn't say a word, walking towards Shangguan Hao without hurry as if he was just taking a walk. Despite his leisurely manner, his speed was very fast and in just a few breaths, Su Mu appeared right behind Shangguan Hao when just a moment ago he had been tens of feet away.

Several sounds of heavy objects falling echoed out. The soldiers behind Shangguan Hao all lost their lives forever before they could even let out a last scream. Perhaps they didn't even know how they died.

Having come back to themselves, Shangguan Hao and his confidantes hurriedly moved a distance and surrounded Su Mu. After seeing Su Mu's ability to kill people silently and swiftly, the fear in their hearts was infinitely magnified. Fortunately, these people were the southwest army elites. If they were any other ordinary soldiers, they would have fled long ago.