"Trash."

Mo Xingchen snorted coldly and leapt straight off the horse, landing slowly on the ground.

Although he was unharmed, the horse beside him was dead and the young general’s spear had flown out of his hand, causing Mo Xingchen’s face to look very displeased.

"Kid, you deserve to die!"

"Everyone, form the Heavy Mountain Formation."

"Capture the two in front, life or death, it doesn’t matter."

"Yes!"

Mo Xingchen shouted loudly, ordering the soldiers to form a formation against Lu Lin and Xiang Ruofeng.

However, his attention was all focused on Lu Lin and he didn’t notice Xiang Ruofeng, otherwise he would have recognized this man as the Third Master of the Ministry of Justice.

"Master, I..."

Xiang Ruofeng was about to speak but was pressed down by Lu Lin.

Lu Lin stood up, looking at the hundreds of soldiers already formed into the Heavy Mountain Formation, a flash of cold light appearing in his eyes.

He clearly hadn’t done anything wrong.

Yet these people, whether it was the squad leader just now or Mo Xingchen now, all thought they could easily bully Lu Lin.

If they’re weaker they can’t fight, then bring in the stronger ones.

If one person can’t match, then send hundreds.

This is a world where the weak are prey to the strong.

If you’re weak, you’re guilty.

Well then, now Lu Lin is stronger than them.

"Kill."

Lu Lin drew his broken knife and rushed into the army formation without hesitation.

In this moment, his combat power was unleashed fully.

Heavy Mountain Formation was originally defense-first and attack-second; once formed, the enemy could only helplessly despair and await annihilation.

This formation, just like a great mountain, had no flaws, relying solely on the pressure to bring death to the opponent.

However, today they chose the wrong opponent.

Lu Lin, with a force capable of mountain breaking.

Breaking into the formation, Lu Lin moved like a phantom.

A Dragon’s Power, wantonly released.

Numerous Saber Methods, frequently flashed.

Almost instantly, these soldiers forming the army were screaming as they were slaughtered by Lu Lin.

So-called Heavy Mountain Formation, so it is.

Watching Lu Lin’s actions outside the formation, Mo Xingchen was filled with fear.

Who exactly is this young man, who is so terrifying.

The Heavy Mountain Formation, one hundred could contend with Star Lord Peak.

One thousand in formation could slaughter Star King Experts.

This was the unparalleled weapon of the entire Xi Chu Empire.

Yet now, in front of Lu Lin, the so-called Heavy Mountain Formation was so fragile, it could simply be called a "paper-thin formation."

Mo Xingchen was scared.

He instinctively backed away.

In the formation, there were hundreds of people, even if they all stretched their necks for Lu Lin to kill, it would take a while.

In this time, he had to hurry and leave.

Leave this terrifying place.

Then report the news to the Chu Emperor Xiang Chu to have him send Star Emperor Level experts to kill Lu Lin.

Trapped in the formation, Lu Lin saw Mo Xingchen’s movements and couldn’t help but sneer. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Spoiling his mood for drinking and then wanting to turn and leave just like that.

Quite a thought.

But if you can leave today, Grandpa Lu will take your surname.

Lu Lin killed three Flame Dragon Guardsmen with a single strike, casually hurling all three’s weapons in the direction of Mo Xingchen.

"Not good."

Mo Xingchen heard a gust of ominous wind, dared not to look back but hurriedly turned to a soldier in front.

Even if he couldn’t dodge, someone could block for him.

Such tactics in Lu Lin’s hands were simply a path to death.

The helmet smashed the soldier used as a human shield to death and continued unabated towards Mo Xingchen.

"Huh."

"The force has weakened."

As an unparalleled general on the battlefield, Mo Xingchen looked everywhere, already honing a keen ear.

He keenly sensed the flying force of that hidden weapon was weakening.

If that’s the case, then turn around and let them know, he Mo Xingchen, one of the Thirteen Generals of the Xi Chu Flame Dragon Guards, was not renowned for nothing.

But just when Mo Xingchen turned around to use his treasure knife to slash the hidden weapon.

Three shadows appeared in his eyes.

This! Impossible!

He only heard the sound of the first helmet breaking through the air, but the other two helmets flew silently.

How could this be?

But there was no time for him to ponder such profound scientific questions.

"Bang."

"Bang bang."

Three successive muffled thuds rang out.

Mo Xingchen’s eyes widened and a sliver of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He used up his last ounce of strength, looking towards Lu Lin who was still slaughtering within the Heavy Mountain Formation.

In his heart there was only endless doubt.

How... could it be...

Bang.

Mo Xingchen’s strength dissipated, and his tall and strong body instantly fell to the ground.

"The general is dead—"

A soldier discovered it and couldn’t help but shout out loud.

This shout suddenly made many soldiers’ telepathic minds stall.

The general is dead?

How could it be!

Just seeing Mo Xingchen’s eyes wide open, a hint of doubt and confusion remaining in his gaze, everyone knew their general was truly dead.

There are thirteen Flame Dragon Guard regiments, each led by a general at the Star King Peak or even the early Star Emperor stage.

Each of these thirteen people is a powerful figure with illustrious battle achievements, highly valued by the Chu Emperor.

Yet, just like that, one died?

"Avenge the general!"

A soldier shouted.

The Flame Dragon Guards, selected from the best of every regiment in Chu State, were eventually formed into these thirteen thousand men regiments.

They usually enjoy good treatment, eat well, drink well, have good benefits, high status, and wherever they go, they are looked up to.

Even some officials of the empire would avoid any conflict with the Flame Dragon Guards.

Because the thirteen Flame Dragon Guard regiments are unified, the generals are even able to meet the Chu Emperor directly.

Picking trouble with them is basically telling the Chu Emperor you think your wings are strong.

However, with benefits naturally comes responsibility.

The Flame Dragon Guards have a strict rule.

Whenever the main general dies in battle, soldiers of the regiment must kill the perpetrator; if the perpetrator escapes, even if these Flame Dragon Guards return home, they will be executed by the Chu Emperor.

Right now, Mo Xingchen was killed by Lu Lin, so each of the soldiers from the Flame Dragon Guards fought desperately.

Their eyes turned blood red.

The swords in their hands kept swinging.

They wailed and screamed, each fierce and ferocious.

But such actions, aside from causing them to die faster, served no purpose.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill again.

Massacre.

Continue killing.

Massively slaughter.

Until all the Flame Dragon Guard soldiers fell dead, Lu Lin finally stopped.

The broken knife had no traces of blood.

He looked at this place like a Shura field and couldn’t help but grin.

Now, he felt much better.

Lifted his head.

Lu Lin looked at the guard team on the city wall, their eyes wide with shock, and waved to them.

It was at this time that the guard team, having watched the entire killing process by Lu Lin, suddenly awoke from the daze.

Everyone uniformly retreated a few steps, avoiding Lu Lin’s gaze.

They felt their hearts racing, their breathing quickening, wanting to cry, wanting to shout, yet did nothing.

"This matter should be reported to Your Majesty."

After a long pause, a soldier said.

But when he looked down, he found that Lu Lin and Xiang Ruofeng had disappeared, and even the plates, bowls, jars, and wine cups they used earlier had been taken away.

The guards took a moment to recover before notifying their superiors.

The news was reported layer by layer.

It even startled the Chu Emperor who was preparing to rest.

"Bang."

"Who was it, who?"

"To be so bold, slaughtering my Flame Dragon Guards outside my Da Chu nation, unacceptable!"

"Summon the Ministry of Justice, Dali Temple, Ministry of War, Flame Dragon Guards, and other departments, capture the perpetrator within ten days."

The Chu Emperor’s orders flew out of the Imperial Palace, causing Jingzhou Mansion, still resting in the night, to quickly mobilize.

At this time, Xiang Ruofeng had just returned home, following behind his father Xiang Qi.

But the moment he appeared, Xiang Qi smelled the alcohol on him, frowned, and asked, "Ruofeng, why are you drinking so late?"

"Yes, Father, I had a drink with a friend."

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Qi couldn’t help but glance at his family’s Third Brother.

How could he not know what kind of disposition Xiang Ruofeng usually has as a father.

Xiang Ruofeng usually doesn’t touch alcohol, and has a gloomy personality, with hardly any friends.

How suddenly a friend appeared, and he drank quite a bit too.

This matter seems rather strange.

However, he didn’t dwell too much on this, and instead said to Xiang Ruofeng, "Hurry and tidy yourself up, Prince Brother summons us, not sure for what."

"Alright."

Xiang Ruofeng agreed, and a strange smile appeared on his face.