The remaining Huns were immediately frightened by the scene before them.
The four people who rushed in just now were all masters. Unexpectedly, they were killed by Zhao Rui in one move.
Fan Hu next to him was also stunned.
He could clearly see that the move Zhao Rui used just now was King Jingtian's unique skill, which swept through thousands of troops.
This move was originally performed in conjunction with the King Yu Sword, and it is extremely powerful!
He was even more convinced that Zhao Rui was the descendant of King Jingtian.
"You Xiongnu are too pushy. You have already taken Rouran's country. Is it too much to pursue and kill a little girl like this?"
Zhao Rui's eyes were filled with murderous intent, which frightened the remaining Huns into not wanting to move forward.
"Boy, I want to advise you, you can't save that little girl, give her to us as soon as possible, otherwise you will die without a burial place."
Fan Hu laughed loudly.
"A mere Huns dare to say such arrogant words, they are overestimating their own abilities!"
Zhao Rui raised his hand to interrupt Fan Hu and looked coldly at the Huns.
"If you want to die, just keep following me. I can guarantee that you will all die before entering the Western Region."
Those Huns didn't dare to say anything more, picked up the body of their companion, and left in a hurry.
Fan Hu did not stay here any longer, exchanged a few words with Zhao Rui, and then went out.
He is still the bodyguard of Huangfu Xin's merchant group and cannot leave for too long.
Tuoba Xue sat there with a dull face, staring at Zhao Rui with a strange look.
"Prince of Northern Zhao, Special Envoy of Great Shang, Lord of Dongliang, how many identities do you have?"
Zhao Rui didn't say anything, he just pulled out a few pieces of animal skins and felt cloth and made a spread on the ground.
There were no surprises this night, except that Tuoba Xue seemed to have trouble sleeping at night, and he didn't know what was going on in his little mind.
Early the next morning, Zhao Rui and Tuoba Xue followed Huangfu Xin's caravan and left the inn in a mighty manner.
The caravan's guard group has a total of eight hundred people, which is considered top-notch among the caravans traveling between the Western Regions and the Central Plains.
Among them, there were actually 600 people who, like Fan Hu, were descendants of the Dongliang Tigers and Benjuns.
It is estimated that Fan Hu already told these people about Zhao Rui's identity last night.
As soon as we set out on the road today, several young people came around excitedly and asked questions.
"Master Zhao!" Huangfu Xinjia ran over on horseback: "We are going to spend the night in Liangcheng tonight, so we have to hurry up!"
"Liangcheng!" Tuoba Xue's eyes suddenly widened: "Mr. Huangfu, do you really want to go to that place?"
Huangfu Xin laughed a few times: "Your Highness, I know what you are afraid of! To others, it is a dangerous place, but to me, it is a fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack."
He didn't say anything more and continued riding his horse between the caravans.
Tuoba Xue still looked nervous.
"Sir Special Envoy, listen to me. Liangcheng is definitely not a kind place. Any merchants who pass by will be robbed by them. These people are Rakshasa from hell and do all kinds of evil!"
"Your Highness, Princess, do you think I look like a Rakshasa?" Fan Hu arrived at me at some point: "Liangcheng is my home, but my reputation has been ruined by outsiders."
Tuoba Xue was slightly stunned, not knowing what to say.
The ferocious slaves from last night didn't follow, probably because they were afraid of something unexpected happening after entering the desert.
We encountered a few caravans along the way, but their combined size was not as large as Huangfu Xin's.