Chapter 117: Impressive Marksmanship!

“Traitor! Do you even understand what you’re doing?” Ji Xiaoxiong roared with anger.

“Father! I understand perfectly,” Ji Huo replied, shaking his head.

“Then what is the purpose of your army at the city gates?” Ji Xiaoxiong asked again.

Ji Huo’s eyes lowered slightly, and then he suddenly smiled: “What else? To capture the capital, to slaughter the capital, and finally, to kill that wretched emperor!”

Xia Ningshang glanced sideways, silently watching Ji Huo. Although his words were brutally honest, they sounded all wrong, like those of a rebel.

“Damn it!” Lu Deshui’s eyes sparkled with admiration, whispering, “The Marshal is so handsome! He just said everything I’ve wanted to say but never dared to!”

Lü Shui turned his head to look at Lu Deshui, who was resting against his shoulder, and said with disdain, “You can speak your mind, but don’t cling to me so tightly. The Imperial Guards are watching.”

“No worries, their eyes are glowing purple; they won’t even notice us,” Lu Deshui whispered.

In truth, Ji Huo was too tense to glance behind him, but the unusual exchange between these two made him want to look back. Even Xia Ningshang’s gaze began to drift backward, and her look toward the Marshal grew more meaningful.

Why are you staring at me like that?

Ji Huo dared not meet Xia Ningshang’s eyes; instead, he fixed a stern gaze on his father, who stood frozen atop the city wall. Since Ji Huo’s declaration, his father had not spoken, his face shrouded in shadow, his robust frame motionless, his aura withdrawing rapidly.

“General Feixiong! Ji Huo’s treacherous ambition is clear. This rebel dares to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty. I urge you, General, to act immediately! Kill this villain!” the commander of the Imperial Guards suddenly bowed and shouted at Ji Xiaoxiong.

Ji Xiaoxiong stiffly turned his head to look at the commander. The man’s name was Zhu Pei, though Ji Xiaoxiong could not recall when he had been appointed.

“You want me to kill him?” Ji Xiaoxiong asked numbly, his lips dry and cracked.

“General!” Zhu Pei’s eyes were clear, his voice earnest. “Ji Huo is a treacherous rebel! For the sake of the nation’s righteousness, he must be killed!”

“Nation’s righteousness, nation’s righteousness...” Ji Xiaoxiong’s eyes filled with pain, the faint purple glow deep within them flickering.

Suddenly, he looked to Xia Ningshang. “Miss Xia, are you going to join this scoundrel in his madness?”

Xia Ningshang’s clothes were soaked through by the rain, her hair clinging to her pale cheeks. She smiled gently, stepping closer to Ji Huo, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, her eyes shining softly as she whispered, “Uncle, even if it is madness, I am willing.”

Ji Xiaoxiong’s eyes took on a strange expression, mirrored by the odd looks from the thirty thousand demon soldiers atop the city wall.

Even Zhu Pei beside him glanced sideways at the woman, feeling puzzled by such emotions but thinking this was no time for such words.

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