Kang Luo had blown down Yangzhou City's south gate.

Great Xuan soldiers and craftsmen were working day and night to rebuild it.

Suddenly the workmen felt the ground trembling faintly.

They looked up without thinking and saw a vast cloud of dust rolling up in the distance.

Then an army with no end in sight came pouring toward Yangzhou like a dark tide.

"It's Nanyue!"

"We're in trouble! Nanyue's come back!"

The craftsmen panicked.

The soldiers around them lost their nerve too.

With the Prince Regent dead, who was left to lead them against Nanyue?

"Everyone get out of here! Hide in your homes and don't come out!

You there, go report it. Nanyue's attacking!"

An officer was bellowing.

The townspeople fled in a panic.

Someone ran at once to report to the city lord's residence.

"Sons of the Great Xuan, get ready to fight with me... My lord prince may be gone, but we can't let these Nanyue bandits run wild on Great Xuan soil!"

The officer in charge was shouting.

"Yes!"

The soldiers answered and quickly formed up, ready to fight.

But there were only a thousand-odd of them. Facing the vast Nanyue army, their palms were slick with sweat.

Just then, hooves thundered and the ground shook.

The Great Xuan soldiers looked back, and their faces lit up with joy. Row upon row of Great Xuan troops had appeared.

Kang Luo, dressed in white and wearing a look of contempt, was leading his army straight at Yangzhou.

He knew that although the Ning'an Army was escorting Ning Chen's body back to the capital, the hundred thousand troops Ning Chen had brought were still in Yangzhou.

But he didn't think much of those hundred thousand at all.

Without Ning Chen, the Great Xuan troops had lost their backbone.

Ning Chen's death had already crushed their morale.

If Ning Chen had been alive, Kang Luo would never have dared come in nothing but plain white clothes. He'd have been armored and armed.

Kang Luo swaggered right up to the collapsed gate tower before he halted his army.

He looked…