Chapter 93

Zhao Hao's eyes lit up as he grabbed the two white silk ribbons, and with his feet stepping on the city wall, he continuously leaped into the air.

With Zhao Hao's current level, he still couldn't walk on air, but as long as there was a place to borrow force, he could still manage to rush over a few dozen feet high city wall without taking a breath.

Of course, the Mongol army wouldn't just watch Zhao Hao return to Xiangyang City unscathed. Arrows rained down, determined to shoot him to death.

However, among them, there was neither a divine archer like Guo Jing nor an expert like Jinlun, so the threat to Zhao Hao was quite limited.

Moreover, there were people on the Xiangyang City wall to protect him. Zhao Hao narrowly escaped the rain of arrows and arrived on the Xiangyang City wall.

"Ling'er, you saved my life."

At this critical moment, the one who could use the white silk ribbons to assist Zhao Hao could only be Zhao Ling'er.

"Master Guo, great kindness needs no thanks," Zhao Hao said, clasping his hands.

Without Zhao Ling'er and Guo Jing, he would have a ninety percent chance of dying in battle.

"Your Highness, you are too modest. This is what I should do," Guo Jing said solemnly.

On the battlefield, it's a matter of life and death.

If you can't let your comrades trust you with their backs, you are not a qualified warrior.

Zhao Hao patted Guo Jing's shoulder and said no more.

Great kindness needs no thanks.

"We won."

"We won."

"Long live."

"Long live the Crown Prince."

On the Xiangyang City wall, there was a chorus of cheers. The morale of the Song army had been completely lifted by this battle.

The Mongol army, on the other hand, had suffered heavy losses and casualties. This time, it was absolutely impossible for them to capture Xiangyang City.

Kublai Khan clearly understood this. His face was dark and expressionless, and he finally said two words: "Retreat."

Seeing the Mongols retreat, the Xiangyang City wall erupted in cheers again, with the sound of "Long live" echoing continuously.

Zhao Hao smiled faintly and did not spoil the mood at this moment.

A bit of overstepping, he had long since stopped caring about it and had the ability to not care.

However, at this moment, Zhao Hao spat out another mouthful of blood.

Today, he had already injured his internal organs.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhao Ling'er's heart sank.

Zhao Hao waved his hand and smiled lightly, "Don't worry, not only am I fine, but I feel better than ever."

He was telling the truth.

If he could, he would rather suffer such injuries every day.

Guo Jing's eyes sparkled as he stared at Zhao Hao and praised, "Your Highness is indeed a genius, your martial arts improve by leaps and bounds every day."

"For martial artists, the age from twenty to thirty is the easiest time to make rapid progress. A person's ultimate potential often becomes apparent during these ten years. With my countless resources and top-notch talent, if I can't achieve this, I would have no face to live in this world," Zhao Hao said nonchalantly.

People like Zhang Sanfeng, who achieved greatness late in life, are few. Most martial legends show their talent in their youth, make rapid progress from twenty to thirty, and often reach the top of the world before forty.

Only then can they be called martial legends.

Guo Jing, Yang Guo, Dugu Qiu Bai, and Ling Donglai were all like this.

Zhao Hao is far from reaching his peak, but he has already begun to make rapid progress toward it.

Glancing at Guo Jing, Zhao Hao's eyes flickered, his fighting spirit surged, but he ultimately shook his head and said nothing.

No rush.

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"Master, are you okay?" Guo Fu came to Zhongxin's side, her pretty face full of concern.

Some people are really mean, and some "princesses" with princess syndrome are even meaner.

If your status is lower than hers, whatever you do, she will feel it is natural and will never be grateful to you.

In the past, Yang Guo, and now Da Wu and Xiao Wu, are like this in Guo Fu's eyes.

But when your status surpasses hers, even a small favor can make her remember it deeply.

Zhongxin's status is, of course, higher than Guo Fu's.

The position of the Shaolin Abbot is one that even Guo Jing must treat as a distinguished guest.

Zhongxin saved Guo Fu's life but was himself pierced by two spears, his blood already staining his robe.

No matter how capricious Guo Fu is, she wouldn't ignore it.

So the concern and gratitude in her eyes now are genuine.

At this time, Da Wu and Xiao Wu would usually be by Guo Fu's side.

But now, Da Wu and Xiao Wu are as injured as Zhongxin, and they each have their own worries, so they didn't see their long-desired young lady showing such concern for an outsider.

"Miss Guo, don't worry, it's just a flesh wound," Zhongxin waved his hand, trying to be strong, but his face still involuntarily showed pain.

He wasn't putting on a show, but Zhongxin, who grew up in Shaolin Temple, had never seen such a battlefield, let alone suffered such injuries.

He really felt the pain.

In essence, he and Guo Fu are the same, flowers grown in a greenhouse.

The difference is that in the greenhouse, Guo Fu grew crooked, while Zhongxin did not.

However, the strength of martial arts does not mean strength in other aspects.

So Zhao Hao never thought that Zhongxin could go far in martial arts, even with the *Nine Yang Divine Skill*.

Talent and background cannot replace everything, and encounters and legacies can only create ordinary experts.

A weak chicken is still a weak chicken, even if it gets the legacy of a phoenix, it can only be a king among weak chickens.

Zhongxin is not a weak chicken, but in Zhao Hao's eyes, he would at most stop at the level of the Five Greats.

His thoughts are too complicated, and his status is too high, so he cannot sincerely pursue martial arts and naturally has no qualifications to climb the peak of martial arts.

"Alright, Master, come with me, I'll apply medicine for you," Guo Fu said.

Zhongxin is a monk and her savior, so she didn't care about the usual propriety between men and women.

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"Wu Dunru, don't think that because you saved us, we won't seek revenge," Wu Dunru's face was pale, his voice weak, but he still endured the pain to speak.

Wu Xiwen also nodded in agreement.

Li Mochou glanced at the two of them, her eyes devoid of ridicule or mockery, as calm as water.

Turning to Yang Guo, Li Mochou said, "Today, you saved my life, I remember it."

"Miss Li, there's no need for that. Yang Guo was just repaying a debt," Yang Guo said.

Li Mochou had once saved his life from Jinlun and had fought fiercely on Zhongnan Mountain. Although Li Mochou's actions are extreme, Yang Guo is grateful to her in his heart.

Li Mochou nodded and said, "Alright, if that's the case, we are even. You don't need to keep my favor in mind."

She rarely bestows favors and never owes anyone.

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"Ling'er, did it succeed?" Zhao Hao asked.

Zhao Ling'er nodded and said, "Brother, don't worry. As long as we hold on for another half a month, Kublai Khan will surely retreat without a fight."

Zhao Hao sighed, "Half a month."

PS: I strongly recommend a book to everyone: *The Great Rescue of the Martial World*. It's really a very, very good book. Cough, alright, I admit, it's my previous book.

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