Chapter 842 The Seed of Fear

"Huh, are you being stubborn?"

Li Cunxiao sneered and pushed harder with his feet. Yang Yin felt his sternum crack and was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

"Tie him up and let the people from the Purple Dark Team interrogate him!"

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal his Flying Tiger Cavalry soldiers to capture Yang Yin.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Flying Tiger Cavalry soldiers and those who had gathered together quickly stepped forward, tied up Yang Yin, and took him to the rear.

At the same time, Si Yan, who had quickly escaped from the ambush site, was like a bloody setting sun, running across the battlefield in a panic and haste. His once invincible figure now seemed a little staggering.

The heavy Shura Purgatory Halberd was dragged behind him, and the tip of the halberd left a deep mark on the ground. Although the blood-red aura had dimmed, it still surrounded him, like a wounded lion, which did not lose its majesty even though it was covered with wounds.

Finally, Si Yan's figure appeared in the field of vision of the large army in the rear. Yun Xinrou, who had been leading the large army in the rear, saw the familiar bloody figure and the shocking wounds on his body at a glance. Her face changed instantly, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and a hint of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

As the actual commander of this operation, Yun Xinrou always remained calm and composed, but at this moment, that composure was shattered by Si Yan's current embarrassed appearance.

"Lord Si Yan!"

Yun Xinrou hurriedly rode forward, her voice filled with anxiety that was hard to conceal.

"What happened to you? Why are you so badly injured?"

She quickly dismounted, took a few steps at a time, came to Si Yan's side, gently supported him with both hands, her eyes full of worry.

Si Yan's body trembled slightly, but then stabilized. He looked up at Yun Xinrou, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, including shame, unwillingness, but more of an indescribable anger.

"Xinrou, I..."

Si Yan opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, as if it was a whisper coming from the depths of hell.

His lips were cracked and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly shocking.

"Sit down and rest first, sir."

Yun Xinrou interrupted Si Yan and quickly took a clean cloth from the accompanying medical officer and gently wiped the blood and sweat off Si Yan's face. Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was afraid of hurting this usually majestic god of war.

"That Yellow Turban bandit general is so cunning! We were almost reaching Qianyuan City, but we were unexpectedly trapped in an ambush set by that fellow."

Si Yan sat down, leaning against a big tree, panting, his eyes gradually becoming cold, and he began to recount with gritted teeth how he and Yang Yin were ambushed by the Yellow Turban bandits.

Yun Xinrou listened carefully, her eyes solemn, but more of it was trust and support for Si Yan. She nodded gently, motioning Si Yan to continue.

"Yang Yin and I originally wanted to break through the ambush with the force of thunder and lightning, but we didn't expect that the Yellow Turban bandit's martial arts skills were far beyond our expectations. I..."

Seeing this, Si Yan's anger seemed to have found an outlet, and his words became more passionate.

"I fought him, and I thought that with my cultivation and fighting skills, even if I couldn't defeat him, I would be able to retreat unscathed."

"Unexpectedly, the Yellow Turban bandit's aura was so strong and his moves were so strange and unpredictable. I tried my best, even using secret skills like the God and Demon Extermination Chop, but I still couldn't hurt him at all."

"Instead, I was seriously injured by him. If it weren't for Yang Yin's desperate rescue, I would have died on the spot."

Si Yan's words were filled with anger and helplessness. His fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Yun Xinrou's heart tightened as she listened carefully to Si Yan's narration. In his angry words, besides his anger towards his enemies, there was also an indescribable heaviness. However, she, who was originally quite careful, keenly caught a subtle change in Si Yan's tone, which was a kind of fear that was difficult to completely conceal even in anger.

Yes, fear.

For a martial arts fanatic like Si Yan, who was hailed as the God of War in the Daqian Dynasty, this was almost unbelievable.

"The strength of that Yellow Turban bandit general is beyond imagination."

Si Yan continued, his voice still trembling slightly with a slight wheeze, not because of fear, but because of the extreme exhaustion of physical strength and the pain of the wound.

"That bandit general is called Li Cunxiao. His martial arts skills are the best I have ever seen in my life."

"Even for me..."

Si Yan's words came to an abrupt stop at this moment. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to face the fact - even he almost lost his life at his hands.

Yun Xinrou listened with mixed feelings. Along the way, she knew very well the pride of Si Yan, the war god of the royal family, and she also understood that the opponent who could make such a comment from him was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Lord Si Yan, you don't need to be like this. Victory and defeat are common in the military. Now that you can return safely, you are very lucky."

"Besides, since Li Cunxiao is so powerful, we need to be more cautious and take a long-term view."

She sighed softly, looked at Si Yan who was still panting, and comforted him.

When Si Yan heard this, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Yun Xinrou was not only comforting him, but also reminding him that as the nominal leader of the reinforcement army, he must not lose his composure because of a temporary setback.

"You're right. Don't worry. I'm not that fragile yet."

Si Yan took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"Master Si Yan, please rest for a while. Once your injuries are stabilized, we will discuss the follow-up actions."

"General Nangong will definitely do his best to hold on to Qianyuan City. We just need to adjust as soon as possible and we will be able to turn the situation around."

Yun Xinrou nodded, looked at Si Yan who seemed inexplicably desolate, and sighed secretly.

Si Yan felt relieved upon hearing this. He nodded and let Yun Xinrou arrange for someone to take him aside to rest.

Then he closed his eyes, but every moment of his fight with Li Cunxiao kept echoing in his mind.

The gray-white energy, the thunder-like attack, and the almost irresistible feeling of powerlessness...

All this made him deeply realize that this war was much more difficult than he had originally imagined.

But now the Daqian Dynasty can no longer spare someone who is on par with itself, or even stronger than itself!

Si Yan took a deep breath and quietly held the Shura Purgatory Halberd in his hand, with veins faintly popping out on the back of his hand.

At the same time, on the other side, under the city of Qianyuan, the setting sun shone on the Yellow Turban camp that stretched for dozens of miles under the city, covering the huge camp with a strange layer of red.

There were tents like a forest, flags flying, and many Yellow Turban soldiers were busy beside the stoves with smoke rising from them, or patrolling between the camps. The whole camp seemed orderly, yet there was an irrepressible desire to fight.

(End of this chapter)