"Raise the cannon's muzzle, load, and fire all ten at once."

Seeing the two armies already engaged in battle, Xia Zhining urged the Vermilion Bird Guards to adjust the angle of the Red Coat Cannons, directing the shells to the rear of the enemy alliance to avoid friendly fire.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Not long after the words fell, ten earth-shattering explosions, accompanied by the acrid smell of gunpowder, rained down on the enemy alliance's rear forces.

After the flower bullets exploded, the smell of gunpowder spread, and the searing waves of fire and fragments scattered, taking the lives of enemy alliance soldiers and clearing much of the fog over Song Family Slope, revealing the enemy's main banner.

"Kill!"

Chen Mo drew his Tang Blade, holding the reins with his left hand, guiding the Snow Dragon Steed beneath him, riding alone to the front of the army.

At this moment, the eyes of tens of thousands of Chen Army soldiers focused entirely on Chen Mo.

With the Tang Blade held high, Chen Mo turned his horse, facing the neatly arrayed three armies before him, feeling a warm current surging from his chest.

The sound of cannon fire and the lamentations were mere catalysts for morale.

"Traitor Lu Sheng, holding the Emperor hostage, wreaking havoc in the court, colluding with traitors like King Chong and Prince Huai, invading Feng and Huai States, attempting to destroy the peace we've painstakingly built, do you agree?" Chen Mo shouted.

"No, we don't!"

Where the blade pointed, countless Chen Army soldiers erupted in a thunderous roar, raising their weapons high, their faces filled with irrepressible anger and excitement.

The earth-shattering roar of the cannon made them feel as if the Chen Mo before them was an Immortal God descended to earth, and with divine favor, they were bound to be invincible.

"Good." Chen Mo turned his horse once more, facing the enemy alliance now engaged with the front lines, shouting sternly, "Then follow me, crush them. Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Xiao Jing, Wu Yanqing, and Zhao Liang charged ahead, cutting down hundreds of enemy alliance soldiers with swift blade strikes, leaving severed limbs scattered across the battlefield, staining the scorched earth red.

...

Enemy alliance's central forces.

"Report, the enemy commander has broken through our formation, halting our advance."

"Report—, the enemy commander is too powerful, we can't stop them, suffering heavy losses."

"Report—"

Several scouts reported to Gongsun Yan, recounting the battle situation at the front.

Gongsun Yan held the Horse-Cutting Saber in a reverse grip with his right hand, reins in his left, and as his warhorse moved, the saber left a mark on the ground.

He turned his head towards Liang Mu, Luo Qingyang, and Hui Cheng, saying, "It's our turn, the outcome will be decided now."

"Yes."

The three—Liang Mu, Luo Qingyang, and Hui Cheng—bowed in unison, then almost simultaneously spurred their horses, galloping forward with Gongsun Yan toward the front lines.

The artillery exploded around them, but the aftermath of the blasts did not harm them at all.

Amidst fierce artillery fire, they led their personal soldiers, charging toward the merciless Xiao Jing and others.

In that instant, Chen Mo caught sight of their appearance, noting four vivid red numbers appearing in his vision.

"1899."

"1923."

"1975."

"1011."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, observing three Upper-Grade Martial Artists and one powerful Fourth-Grade Martial Artist.

"It's Liang Mu, Gongsun Yan, and Luo Qingyang, and the other is Hui Cheng, but Lu Sheng and King Chong are not in sight."

Xiao Jing instantly identified the four individuals, reporting promptly to Chen Mo.

"Lu Sheng and King Chong aren't here, staying hidden perhaps?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow; he had initially wanted to confront Lu Sheng to see if the other was truly a Second-Grade expert and how their power compared.

But with Lu Sheng not appearing, he felt slightly disappointed.

Nonetheless, it's not a bad situation; he had hoped to ambush and eliminate one or two Upper-Grade Martial Artists, thereby easing the pressure significantly.

However, there was no chance for an ambush.

But now, the opportunity had voluntarily presented itself.

If Lu Sheng wasn't present to confront him directly, he could easily dispatch Third-Grade Martial Artists.

It should be known that after breaking through to Second-Grade, his power had reached 4220, not even considering the power from the Divine Burning Technique and using Divine Power. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Meanwhile, the three Third-Grade Martial Artists opposite him hadn't even reached 2000, making his power more than double theirs.

While Chen Mo was observing, someone in the enemy alliance spotted him and pointed out his location, speaking to Gongsun Yan and others.

"As per plan, Patriarch Luo, Chen Mo is yours."

Gongsun Yan glanced at Luo Qingyang, then said to Liang Mu and Hui Cheng, "Duke Liang, General Hui, the three of us will handle those old guys. Remember, it ends quickly."

"Yes."

Luo Qingyang, Liang Mu, and Hui Cheng all agreed one by one.

Then the four split into two groups, each with their personal soldiers, charging towards Chen Mo, Xiao Jing, Wu Yanqing, and the others.

"Duke An, Luo Qingyang is coming for you," Xiao Jing said.

In Chen Mo's eyes, it wasn't a man charging at him, but rather a red number 1975 atop a forehead.

A look of contempt appeared in Chen Mo's eyes as he picked up the strong bow placed on his horse, drawing and nocking an arrow.

Luo Qingyang, clad in gold armor bestowed by the Grand Ancestor Emperor to the Luo family's ancestor, wielded the Imperial Sword granted by the current Emperor.

Noticing the bow-drawing Chen Mo and knowing of his formidable archery, Luo Qingyang never underestimated anyone, understanding the principle of using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, especially since Chen Mo was no ordinary opponent.

Without hesitation, he directly activated Spirit Burning Profound Skill.

Instantly, Luo Qingyang's muscles rippled, veins bulging on his arms and forehead, his skin gradually turning red as his blood and energy burned, growing incomparably vigorous.