Chapter 31

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Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

Over the course of several days, by means of ambush and assassination, Jiang Chen had single-handedly dismantled a 50,000-strong Yuan-Mongol army, a feat that sounded like a fairy tale to others, but he had indeed accomplished it. Not only that, he immediately set out to intercept another Yuan-Mongol army.

This Yuan-Mongol army also numbered 50,000, led by none other than the future Yuan-Mongol Emperor Kublai Khan. At this time, he was still just a prince, but even so, he was surrounded by many Yuan-Mongol experts, among whom Xiao Xiangzi and Yin Kexi were the most prominent.

These two were as famous as Ni Moxing, who died by Jiang Chen's sword, and were known as the "Three Heroes of the Yuan-Mongols." Each of them was formidable. As he spoke, the tip of his Broken Gold Sword flashed, and a spray of blood exploded, effortlessly cutting down a dozen men in a single exchange.

Seeing this, Dharma Master Yideng couldn't help but sigh, "Amitabha, since our parting at Black Dragon Pond, it seems that Young Hero Jiang's martial arts have greatly advanced, and he must have had some extraordinary encounters."

"Even the highest martial arts are just skills for killing, not comparable to the venerable master's high moral standing," Jiang Chen let out a long whistle, wielding the Broken Gold Sword to cut down enemies on all sides, while his other hand held a torch, setting fire to the tents. Huang Rong and the others, seeing this, were inspired and each grabbed a torch to set fires everywhere.

Zhou Botong found it amusing and, discarding his spear, took two torches and ran around setting fires. Before long, he accidentally set a stable on fire, causing the horses to gallop and neigh in chaos, finally throwing the Yuan-Mongol camp into disarray.

In Xiangyang City, Guo Jing, Zhu Ziliu, and others, hearing the commotion outside the northern gate, rushed to the city wall. They saw fires everywhere in the Yuan-Mongol camp and knew that someone was causing trouble. They quickly assembled 2,000 troops and ordered the Wu brothers, Dunru and Xiuxian, to break out of the city to provide support.

The Wu brothers charged out for a distance and, in the firelight, saw Huang Yaoshi, Dharma Master Yideng, Zhou Botong, Yinggu, and Huang Rong, all in a sorry state, rushing out of the Yuan-Mongol camp. Jiang Chen was holding the rear, his long sword flashing, cutting down Yuan-Mongol soldiers one after another.

At this moment, the Wu brothers did not join the fight but led their troops to form a defensive line, holding their ground to block the pursuing enemy. They then ordered the rear to become the front, protecting Jiang Chen, Huang Rong, and the others as they slowly retreated into the city.

Guo Jing stood on the city wall waiting. Seeing his father-in-law, his beloved wife, Dharma Master Yideng, Zhou Botong, and Jiang Chen arrive, he was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the city gates to welcome them. Thanks to Jiang Chen's timely rescue, although some were injured, none were critically wounded. Now that they were safe, they all came to thank Jiang Chen.

After a series of intense battles, although Jiang Chen was not injured, he had suffered considerable depletion. At this moment, he was leaning on the Broken Gold Sword, quietly recovering his energy. Everyone saw that his black clothes were soaked in blood, and in the firelight, his sharp, young face exuded a fierce and murderous aura, truly like a blood-soaked Asura.

"Old, old, it seems we really are old," Huang Yaoshi couldn't help but sigh, "If it weren't for Young Friend Jiang's timely arrival, we would have been in grave danger."

Huang Rong also laughed, "Indeed, now that we are safe, it's time for us to express our gratitude."

Dharma Master Yideng, Yinggu, Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, and even Zhou Botong came to thank him. Zhou Botong, however, couldn't take his eyes off the Broken Gold Sword in Jiang Chen's hand, "Brother Jiang, where did you get this sword? It looks very sharp. How about lending it to the Old Fool to play with someday?"

Yinggu gave him a stern look, "This is a precious sword used to kill enemies. Why would you borrow it to play with?" Zhou Botong, feeling scolded, looked a bit dejected, not out of fear, but because he felt he owed Yinggu a lifetime of time, so he respected her greatly and never dared to act rashly in front of her. His aggrieved expression, however, made everyone burst into laughter.

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