My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Even so, they were still able to stand and face the approaching Wu Qiche and his cohorts.

Wu Qiche, leading a group of strong individuals from the Great Yuan Dynasty, walked up to Qian Siyuan and Li Zhengyang, pausing slightly in his step.

Even though they were from opposing camps, Wu Qiche couldn’t help but feel respect for Qian Siyuan, Li Zhengyang, and the other members of the Bureau of the Lamp who had fought until this moment.

The forces from the lesser dynasties and noble families, as well as many other powerful individuals, had all failed to defeat the Bureau of the Lamp.

The casualties were substantial.

If he had been the one to attack from the very beginning, he, too, would have suffered heavy losses.

Luckily, he had waited and watched; now, reaping the benefits was incredibly satisfying.

"The Town-Nation Duke’s Heir is fortunate to have subordinates like you."

"But tell me, why do you still protect him so fiercely even though the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir’s identity has been revealed? He’s not the real heir but very likely the Crown Prince of Great Chu. Why do you still guard him with your lives?"

Wu Qiche didn’t understand.

Qian Siyuan laughed and said, "What do you understand?"

Li Zhengyang, holding his sword and gasping for air, cracked a smile and said, "What’s with all the nonsense? If you want to fight, come on; if not, get lost."

Wu Qiche shook his head.

"How foolish, all you are is servants sacrificing your lives for your master, each of you acting as if you’re someone of importance. Even in this situation, willing to fight to the death for him, it’s utmost stupidity."

Having said this, Wu Qiche slightly raised his hand, about to have the multitude of strong individuals behind him trample the remaining members of the Bureau of the Lamp.

Suddenly, Wu Qiche’s attention was caught by something else.

He saw on a teahouse not far away.

The exceptionally handsome Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, resembling none other than a celestial being, slowly walked down.

He approached Wu Qiche.

"Oh?"

"You actually came down. I thought you would hide until the end, and after witnessing all these fools dead, you would kneel and beg me for mercy."

Wu Qiche’s refined face looked at Cheng Guang with amusement, speaking slowly.

Cheng Guang didn’t respond to Wu Qiche, his gaze merely landing on Qian Siyuan, Li Zhengyang, and the others from the Bureau of the Lamp.

"You all withdraw for now."

"This time, let me handle it."

Upon seeing Cheng Guang descending from the teahouse, Qian Siyuan was initially taken aback. He had thought Cheng Guang was going to flee or at least stay inside the teahouse for safety under their protection.

But...

Qian Siyuan truly didn’t expect that the Princely Heir would step out at a time like this!

"Princely Heir... you..."

Cheng Guang didn’t say much, his gaze falling on Wu Qiche as he smiled and said, "The Third Prince of Great Yuan, isn’t it?"

Wu Qiche scrutinized Cheng Guang, seemingly unsure of the latter’s purpose for suddenly appearing at this moment.

Did this Town-Nation Duke’s Heir still have tricks up his sleeve?

Wu Qiche’s heart was filled with doubts and hesitated to take direct action, instead nodding, "Indeed."

Cheng Guang smiled again and said, "I will stay here alone, let my people leave."

Cheng Guang didn’t discuss it with Wu Qiche, speaking as if giving an order.

This tone made Wu Qiche feel uncomfortable.

But then he thought about it; though most of the members of the Bureau of the Lamp were depleted in strength, dealing with them was still somewhat troublesome.

Since Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, was willing to stay alone.

That would be just fine.

Capturing the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir alone and then returning to Great Yuan would not be a loss.

Wu Qiche nodded slightly.

Cheng Guang cast a glance at Qian Siyuan and Li Zhengyang.

"Uncle Qian, Uncle Li, take everyone and leave."

Qian Siyuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at Cheng Guang’s indifferent gaze, he hesitated for a moment and, in the end, gritted his teeth and agreed.

He held immense respect for Cheng Guang.

And dared not contradict him.

Qian Siyuan led the members of the Bureau of the Lamp away.

Beneath the teahouse, only Cheng Guang and Wu Qiche’s group remained, with the other dynasties’ and families’ powerhouses silently retreating to the periphery, quietly watching this unfold.

They too did not understand the confidence of Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, to face the Third Prince of Great Yuan alone under these circumstances.

As everyone mulled over their doubts.

Cheng Guang made his move.

In full view of everyone, Cheng Guang took out a runic token.

He lightly waved the token, and it spontaneously burst into flames.

As if in a trance, a seemingly ethereal voice arose.

"General’s Token."

"In my name, I summon troops and horses, heed my command, and descend upon the world!"

Around Cheng Guang, streaks of bizarre light began to shine.

The cavalry hooves thundered.

The military horns sounded.

The war drums roared.

In that instant, knights clad in heavy armor, their faces concealed by ghostly masks, as if stepping out from the depths of hell, emerged into the air.

They formed a formation beside Cheng Guang.

They saluted in unison.

"Great Chu’s hundred generals, pay their respects to the general!"

"Great Chu’s hundred generals, pay their respects to the general!"

"Great Chu’s hundred generals, pay their respects to the general!"

Wave after wave of voices echoed through the ages.

The knights standing by Cheng Guang were fully clad in black armor, obscuring their faces, yet the aura emanating from them suggested that each one was no ordinary figure.

And the crowd, upon hearing the words uttered by those heavily armored knights, were each struck as if by lightning!

Great Chu’s hundred generals!?

This Cheng Guang, the heir of the Duke of the State, the true Crown Prince of Great Chu...

Had he truly summoned Great Chu’s hundred generals!?

How could this be possible!?

Wasn’t Great Chu vanquished!?

Aside from Qin Beifeng, hadn’t all of Great Chu’s hundred generals perished!?

What in the world was happening!?

All eyes were filled with shock, their pupils trembling.

Wu Qiche, upon seeing the soldiers who appeared miraculously around Cheng Guang, was momentarily dazed. Having originally intended to confront Cheng Guang, he suddenly didn’t dare to move.

The aura surrounding these soldiers by Cheng Guang’s side was at least Eighth Rank.

So many Eighth Rank together could battle against a Ninth Grade!

Even give them a chance,

Wu Qiche doubted they would dare wield their swords against Sky-Man!

Great Chu’s hundred generals, death does not lead to retreat!

Great Chu’s general spirits, eternal and undying!

Wu Qiche, confronting the hundred generals from the once preeminent Great Chu Dynasty, found his breath slightly caught.

Suddenly,

Wu Qiche felt as if he saw a pair of familiar eyes among those hundred generals of Great Chu.

Those eyes, lifeless, lacking any trace of vitality,

Yet seemed exceedingly familiar to him.

As if...

They belonged to Qin Beifeng who had just left.

Hadn’t Qin Beifeng already departed?

How could he appear here again?

No, that’s not right!!

Wu Qiche suddenly realized, if the hundred generals of Great Chu by the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir’s side were all deceased, did it mean that Qin Beifeng had already died?

Wu Qiche, though relieved to know that Qin Beifeng would not return unexpectedly, along with Li Longhu, would not come back easily.

But still,

facing the eerily present Duke’s Heir, facing the hundred generals of Great Chu who appeared miraculously, he could still feel an immense pressure!!

No matter what, now was his only chance.

If he missed this opportunity, it would not be so easy for him to secure the remnants of Great Chu and bring them back to Great Yuan to dig deeper into Great Chu’s secrets.

"Kill!"

Wu Qiche gave the order with a wave of his hand.

He simply did not believe that a host of lost souls could stir up any significant trouble!

And at that moment,

Great Chu’s hundred generals began to move.

Without needing instructions from Cheng Guang.

"General, I, General Huangsha, request to fight!"

"General, I, General Shanhe, request to fight!"

"General, I, General Chaotian, request to fight!"

"......"

"General, I, The Great Wind General, request to fight!"

"..."

Calls after calls!

With each call, a figure rode forth on horseback!

All who witnessed this scene could not help but tremble in their eyes, their minds restless.

In that moment,

They seemed to glimpse the once glorious era of the great Great Chu.

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