Chapter 269 - 238: Aunt Zhu Got Bumped into?
Min Ning raised her head and saw the person referred to as "Prince," their face cold and stern. Wearing heavy armor, the shimmering scales under the dusk carried an aura of desolation and killing intent. Between the plates, red cords were interwoven, layering and overlapping; even the slightest movement echoed with the sound of clashing metals. A dark cloak draped over the armor facilitated the deflection of stray arrows, seamlessly linking the protective gear.
Such scaled armor was far larger and heavier than ordinary gear—so much so that even seasoned veterans of the battlefield might struggle to wear it, yet it fit perfectly on the physique of the man, whose stature stood over eight feet tall.
The group of elite riders accompanying Qin Liancheng had already been stunned by the imposing sight. The Prince of Annan slowly raised her hand and waved it once, causing more than sixty riders in the distance to gallop forward. Her calves gently pressed against the flanks of the sweat-blood horse, gradually advancing as she drew the spear in her hand. Qin Liancheng’s lifeless body slid powerlessly to the ground.
The Prince of Annan stated calmly, "Still not dismounting?"
The elite riders froze momentarily, only to see the sixty cavalry thundering closer, an intimidating presence. Without daring to delay, they hastily dismounted, then knelt on the ground with their heads lowered, sweat as large as beans dripping incessantly.
After surveying the scene briefly, the Prince of Annan finally raised her eyes, glancing at the lone warrior standing against the crowd—Min Ning.
As she surveyed him, Min Ning trembled briefly. What he met were her snake-like pupils. Towering on her sweat-blood steed, she carried an air of dominance that could effortlessly dismiss all beneath her.
"Flying fish robe, Brocade Spring Blade—are you a Jin Yi Wei?"
The Prince of Annan’s voice was steady, as if reminiscing about someone.
"I recall having enmity with the Jin Yi Wei."
Min Ning hesitated, his heavy breathing momentarily halting. He tightened his grip on his sword and blade and responded:
"The Prince surely wouldn’t harbor grievances against every Jin Yi Wei."