Wanyan Xiaji lay dead in the street, almost naked, eyes wide open and bloodshot, with a bloody hole in his chest, flesh blurred.
"Grand General."
The Divine Power Realm Martial Artist, who was entangled with Nalan Yiren, along with two Fourth-Grade Generals, changed their expressions drastically and approached Wanyan Xiaji, wanting to check his condition.
"Pff..."
But at this moment, the two Fourth-Grade Generals spat out a mouthful of blood with a pff sound, fell to one knee on the ground, holding their knives for support.
Even the Divine Power Realm Martial Artist’s face turned pale, as he felt the chaos within his body, hastily raising his hand to quickly tap a few acupuncture points on his chest.
Then at that moment, Nalan Yiren’s figure swept over, striking his chest with a palm, causing the Divine Power Realm Martial Artist’s face to flush red, as a mouthful of blood surged from within towards his throat, forcibly suppressed without spewing out.
Under the palm’s thrust, the Divine Power Realm Martial Artist staggered backward several steps, finally kneeling on one knee, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a cold voice, "Poison?! Despicable..."
After speaking, he hurriedly used his skill to try to expel the poison, but then heard the distinctive smoky voice of his opponent near his ears: "I advise against it; the more you use your skill, the faster the poison invading your body will spread along with your blood and energy, until it reaches the heart, beyond medicine’s reach."
"As for being despicable, several big men dealing with a weak woman, and you speak of despicability."
"You... pff..."
The Divine Power Realm Martial Artist, infuriated, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pallid.
Do you call yourself a weak woman?
"Your Grand General is dead, and you still don’t hurry to lay down your weapons and surrender!"
Chen Mo severed Wanyan Xiaji’s head, holding it, sweeping around at the Jin Xia Soldiers equipped with weapons continuously retreating in panic, shouted loudly.
Though the outcome of this battle was already unmistakably certain.
There were still quite a few Jin Xia Soldiers in the city, if they were exterminated completely, their own casualties would increase.
Thus, if they could be made to surrender, it was the best result.
"Lay down your weapons and surrender!"
"Lay down your weapons and surrender!"
The Wei Army collectively pressed them with force.
The Jin Xia Soldiers, showing panic, glanced at the head of Wanyan Xiaji held by Chen Mo, then turned their gaze to the Third-Grade Martial Artist.
They were not just a rabble; as Wanyan Xiaji’s subordinates, their discipline was quite strong.
Seeing this, Chen Mo, holding a knife in one hand and Wanyan Xiaji’s head in the other, approached the Third-Grade Martial Artist, asking, "Surrender or not? If you surrender, I promise you as the Emperor of Da Wei, high ranks and riches beyond enjoyment."
In response, there was a cold snort, "Surrender to you, be... pff..."
Before finishing speaking, Chen Mo chopped off his head, blood splattering three feet beyond.
Then he approached the two Fourth-Grade Generals, asking the one on the left, "Surrender or not?"
"Old man surrenders..."
As the man was about to curse, Chen Mo chopped his head off.
"What about you?" Chen Mo asked the remaining Fourth-Grade General.
"Gulp..."
The remaining one gulped, looking at Chen Mo with fear in his eyes, extremely terrified, not daring to hesitate, quickly saying, "I’ll surrender, I’ll surrender..."
Chen Mo moved the blood-stained knife away from this person’s face, then turned to the remaining hesitant Jin Xia Soldiers, voice cold as a Judge from Hell: "What about you?"
"Clang..."
They all tossed their weapons away, squatted down, hugging their heads.
Their superior officers were dead, some surrendered, what resistance was there to put up?
Chen Mo’s brow relaxed somewhat, signaled Sun Meng and Zhao Liang to receive Jinshuang City.
Afterward, he turned to the surrendered general: "What’s your name, what position do you hold, what Realm, speak truthfully."
"I... I am Zuo Nian, residing in..." Zuo Nian dared not hide, not only spoke what Chen Mo asked but also revealed details not asked by him, even reported his family’s address.
For survival, he continued, "The guardian of Leping County is my cousin, if Your Majesty trusts this humble one, I can assist Your Majesty in taking Leping County."
Chen Mo glanced at Zuo Nian with a hint of surprise.
Leping County, the nearest county to Jinshuang City, was a mandatory stop if Chen Mo wished to attack the Capital of Jin Xia.
"Not bad, you are smarter than those few others." Chen Mo discarded the knife in his hand, squatted down to pat Zuo Nian’s shoulder, yet the latter instinctively retreated in fright.
Smiling, Chen Mo turned to Nalan Yiren: "Is there an antidote for his poisoning?"
"Give it to him."
"Thank Your Majesty," Zuo Nian quickly bowed his head to Chen Mo in gratitude.
Nalan Yiren handed him the antidote.
Zuo Nian took the antidote, hurriedly swallowed it, just relieved a bit when Nalan Yiren’s voice echoed in his ears:
"This antidote is only one dose, you need to take three continuously for the poison within to be resolved. If the remaining antidote is not ingested within three days, the poison will flare up again. Of course, you might consider my words alarmist."
Upon hearing this, Zuo Nian’s face paled in fear again, showing an expression of grievance and terror looking at Chen Mo.
"Words alone aren’t enough, I need to see your sincerity. If you can aid me in capturing Leping County, I’ll let her give you the remaining antidote," Chen Mo said.
Indeed, without Zuo Nian’s help, Chen Mo could still capture Leping County, but a servile follower delivered to the door was not to be wasted, might as well test if he would play any tricks.