Chapter 303 – Who Can Oppose Mo Huan Sang

The palace was filled with soldiers and generals. Mo Huan Sang held Luo Wei with one hand and wielded a long spear snatched from a soldier with the other. He didn’t even need Wei Lan to intervene; he alone could send the soldiers and generals they encountered to their graves.

Watching Mo Huan Sang kill, Luo Wei finally began to understand why, at Tian Shui Yuan, without Long Xuan’s strategy, their three nations’ armies would have been no match for Mo Huan Sang. Lives were too fragile in Mo Huan Sang’s hands. Before they could even make a sound, they were either pierced through the abdomen or their bodies were split in half by the hands of this murderous god.

“Each generation is worse than the last,” Mo Huan Sang muttered quietly after killing someone.

“What did you say?” Watching another group of soldiers on the ground killed by this man’s spear, Luo Wei couldn’t help but ask.

“When I rescued Zhuxie, the palace guards weren’t this useless,” Mo Huan Sang said after killing someone, then continued running forward. He didn’t spare a second glance at the people who died by his own hand.

“These aren’t palace guards,” Luo Wei said.

“Yeah, they’re from the military camp outside the palace,” Mo Huan Sang said. “Each generation is worse than the last.”

These people were far inferior to the Wushuang Iron Cavalry back then. Luo Wei couldn’t help feeling regretful, thinking of how the Wushuang Iron Cavalry had been annihilated at Tian Shui Yuan.

Mo Huan Sang stopped by a narrow river and turned to Wei Lan. “Take them out.”

Luo Wei saw a small boat docked by the riverbank. “Where is this?” he asked Mo Huan Sang.

“Yushui River,” Mo Huan Sang put Luo Wei into the boat and said, “Wei Lan knows how to leave. Just follow the river downstream, and you’ll be able to leave the palace.”

“What about you?” Luo Wei asked. “Aren’t you coming with us?”

“After finally coming to the palace, would I just leave like this? Wouldn’t that be too cheap for Sima Qingsha?” Mo Huan Sang said.

Wei Lan, carrying Yan’er, also boarded the boat and said to Mo Huan Sang, “Why take this risk?”

“How can you get out of the city if I don’t go looking for trouble?” Mo Huan Sang said. “Third Young Master, Lan, let’s part ways here.”

“Is Prince Zhuxie…” Luo Wei hurriedly asked as Mo Huan Sang was about to leave.

“He’s fine,” Mo Huan Sang mentioned Sima Zhu Xie, and his expression softened. “He’s much happier now than when he was in the palace.”

“Well,” Luo Wei thought for a moment, realizing he had nothing else to say to Mo Huan Sang.

“Let’s go,” Mo Huan Sang pushed the small boat carrying the three of them into the center of the river.

Yan’er nestled in Luo Wei’s arms, the slaughter they witnessed along the way had almost scared the girl’s soul away.

“It’s okay,” Luo Wei comforted Yan’er, “We can leave the palace now. Once we’re out of the palace, everything will be fine.”

Yan’er nestled in Luo Wei’s arms without moving, feeling a little bit safer.

Wei Lan stood at the bow of the boat, pushing the boat forward. Now was not the time for him to talk to Luo Wei; he was busy paddling and keeping a vigilant eye on the riverbanks. He had traversed this route with Mo Huan Sang before, and he knew all the sentries they would pass along the way. They had already taken care of both the visible and hidden sentries, but with the entire palace now searching for Mo Huan Sang, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

“All the torches are heading towards the South Gate,” Luo Wei lay in the boat, looking at the distant flames, and said to Wei Lan.

“That’s where Brother Mo’s people are waiting,” Wei Lan said. “They want to cause a commotion there.”

Luo Wei wanted to ask Wei Lan how he found Mo Huan Sang, how he entered the palace to find him, why he came to Northern Yan, how his family in Great Zhou was doing, how the battles in the southeast were going. But seeing Wei Lan paddling the boat with such concentration, Luo Wei decided to wait until they were out of the palace to ask.

“Young Master,” not hearing Luo Wei speak, Wei Lan spoke again, “Wei Lan has really found you.”

“Yes,” Luo Wei smiled at Wei Lan. He thought he would never smile again, but now he found himself genuinely smiling.

“I said I would come to pick up the Young Master,” Wei Lan added.

“Yes,” Luo Wei responded again. Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly patted himself, feeling relieved when he found the warm jade mandarin ducks in his embrace. Everything could be left behind in Northern Yan, but this mandarin duck buckle couldn’t be lost.

At the South Gate, what greeted Sima Qingsha was a pile of corpses. “Mo Huan Sang,” he saw Mo Huan Sang, unchanged from before, but now he felt even more hateful.

“Sima Qingsha,” Mo Huan Sang also called Sima Qingsha’s name. At this moment, the spear he had snatched from a soldier had been replaced by Mo Huan Sang’s own silver spear. One man, one spear, standing there, not particularly imposing, but no one dared to rashly engage him in combat. “You are not very good at being Emperor,” Mo Huan Sang said to Sima Qingsha.

Sun Li wanted to stand in front of Sima Qingsha, but was pushed aside by Sima Qingsha. “Since you’re here today, don’t bother leaving again,” Sima Qingsha said.

“That also depends on whether you have the ability to retain people,” Mo Huan Sang glanced at the generals and soldiers surrounding him with contempt and said, “Let me see if you are any good.”

“Fire the arrows!” Sun Li shouted.

Everyone in the army knew that fighting Mo Huan Sang one-on-one was seeking death. Even if they charged together, this man could still move freely among thousands of horses. With their four battalions plus the palace guards, they probably only went up to spar with Mo Huan Sang. They would sacrifice themselves and not even scratch Mo Huan Sang.

Arrows flew towards Mo Huan Sang like rain.

Mo Huan Sang simply used the spear to lift up a few corpses at his feet, using these dead bodies as shields. Even in death, these people couldn’t find peace.

“Your Majesty!” Sun Li raised his sword and chopped a feathered arrow that Mo Huan Sang had deflected.

“Mo Huan Sang,” Sima Qingsha said coldly to Mo Huan Sang, “Today, I want to see how long you can last!”

Mo Huan Sang wouldn’t give the archers on the city walls another chance to shoot. He had already rushed into a group of soldiers from Northern Yan, waving his silver spear, and started killing with them.

“Your Majesty,” watching the countless casualties wherever Mo Huan Sang went, Sun Li said to Sima Qingsha, “You’d better return to the Imperial Study first. We and the generals will handle this.”

Sima Qingsha looked expressionless as Mo Huan Sang lifted a deputy general half a meter high, and when the body fell to the ground, its limbs were already separated. “Anyone who retreats,” Sima Qingsha said coldly, “I will execute their entire family!”

The soldiers, who were already feeling timid, heard their Majesty’s words and could only brandish their weapons and charge forward again. Dying at Mo Huan Sang’s hands meant only their own death. If they were found guilty by His Majesty, their whole family would be killed.

Sima Qingsha also held a sword in his hand. As Mo Huan Sang approached, Sima Qingsha wasn’t flustered. With so many people here, no matter how brave Mo Huan Sang was, how long could he fight with all his strength? They would tire him out until he died here.

“What’s that sound?” Sun Li asked at this time.

Sima Qingsha was about to ask Sun Li what he meant, but he heard the neighing of horses himself.

“The horses are spooked!” The soldiers at the outermost perimeter shouted.

“It’s the imperial horses!” Sun Li could already see the appearance of the horses and said loudly to Sima Qingsha.

At this moment, over three hundred imperial horses had become vicious beasts of slaughter, their eyes bloodshot, their breath heavy, running through the crowd, leaving death and injury in their wake.

“Have the horses been drugged?” Sun Li pulled Sima Qingsha back, his tone full of uncertainty.

Mo Huan Sang laughed heartily at this moment. “Sima Qingsha, I’ll come back to see you!” With these words, Mo Huan Sang flew up to the tower of the palace, and the silver spear in his hand flashed with a few cold lights, leaving a pile of soldiers’ body on the tower. With a leap from the tower, Mo Huan Sang left the brightly lit palace behind him.