The Demon Lords-Chapter 672 - 129: The Might of the Sword Saint! _1

It was a widely known fact across the four great Eastern nations that the Jin people had a fondness for men. In the eyes of Jin aristocrats, this was considered a refined pursuit.

However, neither the Eldest Prince nor the Sword Saint had ever imagined that they themselves would one day become part of this "refined pursuit."

The Longyuan sword in the Sword Saint's grasp was growing restless.

A murderous intent began to gather between the Eldest Prince's brows.

One was the son of an emperor, the other at the pinnacle of sword cultivation; neither had ever been insulted in this manner.

Yet, at this moment, this potbellied rebel general was oblivious that he was, ironically, at the very peak of his existence.

He had the Eldest Prince of Yan on his left and the Sword Saint of Jin on his right.

Heavens above! This is magnificent, truly magnificent! So perfect, it's boundless!

But Xue Three quickly spoke out, "Sir, this isn't permissible, really. This particular group was personally designated by the Second Boss to be sent to the Royal Mansion."

The Second Boss was, naturally, Situ Jiong, Situ Yi's younger brother. The two brothers had lost a political struggle against Situ Lei and been exiled to guard a fortress on the snow-plain. They rebelled together and had remained so ever since. After Situ Yi ascended the throne, he did not withhold rewards from his younger brother.

Perhaps genuinely having given up on himself, Situ Yi had even ennobled two male favorites as consorts last month—an unprecedented act in all of history.

Previously, even if Jin nobles indulged in such preferences, there was certainly no concept of "official marriage"; it was merely treated as an open secret. Yet Situ Yi, who had, after all, once sat on the dragon throne, had actually descended to such an absurd level.

With his elder brother setting such an example, the younger brother naturally didn't want to be outdone. Thus, the Second Boss had also recently been selecting male favorites, a fact well-known both within and outside Fengxin City.

Upon hearing that these were people wanted by the Second Boss, the potbellied general hesitated.

Xue Three quickly said, "Sir, how about this: if either of these two are left over, I guarantee they'll be sent to you immediately. Does that work for you?"

The general nodded upon hearing this. "You're quick-witted. Go on then, don't keep the Second Boss waiting."

"Yes."

The ox carts continued forward.

The Eldest Prince closed his eyes. He had never anticipated experiencing such a thing on this trip.

The Sword Saint silently turned his gaze towards Xue Three.

Is this your so-called "enduring humiliation for a higher goal"?

As for that potbellied general, he had long been on the Longyuan sword's kill list.

"Earlier, the weapon you used was a sword?" The Eldest Prince, seemingly trying to distract himself, began to speak to the Sword Saint.

He did not recognize the Sword Saint, but he could tell from Xue Three's earlier deference that this man possessed an extraordinary status.

In fact, Xue Three's treatment of him was even more respectful than his treatment of the Prince himself.

"Yes."

The Sword Saint nodded.

The Eldest Prince also nodded slightly, assuming he was a master of sword cultivation whom Zheng Fan had recruited specifically for such gate-storming battles.

However, no matter how great a master he might be, the Eldest Prince wasn't overly concerned. No matter how skilled, he surely couldn't be as skilled as that Jin Sword Saint, right?

Perhaps for Zheng Fan, recruiting such a master was already quite an achievement, which was why he cherished him so extraordinarily.

This wasn't because the Eldest Prince was narrow-minded; rather, as a prince, his appeal to the people of the street was naturally immense. If he so desired, a mere beckon of his hand would bring numerous street warriors flocking to serve him.

The three ox carts crossed the drawbridge over the moat.

Just then, Xue Three retrieved a signal flare from his bosom. After uncorking it, WHOOSH, a firework shot into the sky.

"Attack!"

The 'gay men' on the ox carts immediately drew their hidden weapons and charged towards the guards at the city gate.

Their earlier "refinement" and "silence" vanished, replaced by ferocious expressions.

The Eldest Prince leaped from an ox cart, simultaneously drawing a saber hidden beneath it. Before he could make his next move, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful surge of sword energy erupt beside him!

The Eldest Prince had personally witnessed Li Liangshen, the Commander-in-Chief of the Zhenbei Army, practicing his swordsmanship. The sword energy now emerging beside him was in no way inferior to Li Liangshen's!

The Sword Saint had already been 'starving' for a fight.

After Xue Three's infiltration charade, his rage had intensified considerably.

At this moment, only through killing could he find release!

He ascended in three steps, his form like a Startling Swallow, leaping from the city gate directly onto the gate tower. Fengxin's gate tower wasn't particularly high, so the Sword Saint reached the top almost in the blink of an eye.

His sword danced like a silver serpent. Thin lines of blood instantly appeared on the necks of three guards near the battlements. After the Sword Saint's form swept past them, their blood, as if delayed, then gushed out. Clutching their throats in agony, expressions of shock frozen on their faces, they collapsed.

There was no shortage of guards on the gate tower. After all, nearly twenty thousand rebel soldiers were stationed both inside and outside this small city. Furthermore, the "civil and military officials" of the pseudo-dynasty also resided within. Consequently, living space was scarce, and many soldiers could only find places to shelter on or near the city walls.

Once atop the tower, the Sword Saint killed anyone he encountered. Apart from the initial expansive display of sword energy when he drew his blade, he adopted a very pragmatic method for the ensuing slaughter.

His blade specifically targeted the vulnerable points in his opponents' armor. The instant it pierced, he would channel a precise amount of sword energy through the blade, enough to shatter their heart meridians. Then, he would decisively withdraw his sword and strike at the next target.