Peace Order

The ominous aura of the weapons filled the sky, chilling the air to the bone. The mechanical crossbows mounted on the city walls were all aimed at the approaching army. The defending soldiers were tense but were bolstered by their superior numbers and the support of the massive city and mechanisms.

However, the reputation of this army was immense, and their presence here exerted tremendous pressure. The clashing of weapons was piercing, and the combined might of the army’s formations emitted a dragon’s roar and a tiger’s growl.

An imposing elder with broad shoulders wielded his weapon, a long spear of death. Using the Mountain-breaking Divine Spear technique of Chen Country, he effortlessly took down two warriors ahead, Yue Qianfeng and Duan Qingyu, both formidable Eighth Layer Heaven generals of the Qilin Army, unable to overcome this old man alone.

Yue Qianfeng roared loudly, deploying the Absolute Skill of the Red Dragon Suppressing the Nine Provinces.

The Red Dragon Dharma Form let out a long howl, noticeably raising the surrounding temperature. The dragon’s roar reverberated in the void, slowly moving, and everyone saw the surrounding scenery becoming somewhat distorted.

Yue Qianfeng crossed his two weapons, and the Red Dragon Dharma Form slowly moved, winding around Yue Qianfeng’s body, finally unleashing a series of desolate, lethal dragon roars, charging towards the elder ahead.

"Die well!!!"

The elder swung his long spear, striking directly at the middle of the Ancient Red Dragon Dharma Form. The dragon roar, which nearly reached the Heavenly Que, ceased abruptly, cutting short.

An overwhelming tremor paled Yue Qianfeng’s face.

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The old man said indifferently, "You’re from a rogue background."

"Your aggressive attacks leave you vulnerable, seeming mighty but actually using techniques too old-fashioned. Such a person, how can you become a Divine General of the world?"

Yue Qianfeng spat blood but stood firm with a courage beyond ordinary men, pressing down with his weapons. The eyebrows of this 180-year-old first Divine General of Chen Country slightly raised.

Meanwhile, Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu also launched an attack.

Chen Tianqi grabbed Duan Qingyu’s weapon with one hand.

With a single kick, his Dharma Form roared.

An absolutely domineering force kicked Duan Qingyu’s body.

The dignified Eighth Layer Heaven Divine General flew out more rapidly than he came, spurting blood.

This encounter was different from the past.

At least, it wasn’t just Yue Qianfeng who spat blood.

Southwest Prince Duan Qingyu spat even more, and after being driven back from the front line, Duan Qingyu found his Southwest Treasure Armor was dented, his cheeks twitching.

If not for the ancestral armor protecting his body just now, he feared the old man’s kick would’ve ruptured his spleen. Duan Qingyu spat several large mouthfuls of blood, feeling slightly relieved of the chest tightness.

Yet at the moment, his legs felt weak, lacking the strength to continue the charge.

He barely swallowed a pill, hovering near the battle, watching Yue Qianfeng, though also spitting blood, looking incredibly tragic, was still waving two weapons and tangling with Chen Tianqi, the last glory of Chen Country.

Though outmatched, no matter how many times he spat blood, he maintained the will to fight.

Such resilience left not just Chen Tianqi but even Duan Qingyu speechless with admiration.

Ultimately, they could only be awe-inspired.

No wonder Yue Qianfeng ranked as the eleventh Divine General in the world.

Such vigor, if replaced by others, would’ve long spilled all their vitality, but Yue Qianfeng remained so valiant. At Divine General List rank thirty-four, he could already challenge Xiao Wuliang, ranked fifteen, only to be beaten to spitting blood.

Now, Yue Qianfeng’s Divine General List ranking had surpassed both former self and Xiao Wuliang, engaging a top ten Divine General in the world, continuing to spit blood.

Remarkably strong.

Treading the toughest paths with indomitable spirit, this was not a task for just any general.

Duan Qingyu truly admired Yue Qianfeng.

Such blood-shedding was not something just anyone could bear.

As dusk fell, they left their final recuperation area, the army split into two. Half followed Li Guanyi to Guan Yi City, while the other half, led by Yue Qianfeng and Duan Qingyu, charged straight for Jiangzhou City.

Though they had only ten thousand heavy cavalry, the task of taking down the country in the Central Plains was possible but demanded swift action. If the opposition held the defense, the city’s abundant provisions and able-bodied men could sustain an enduring defense.

Yue Qianfeng and Duan Qingyu planned a rapid assault.

But this strategy was seen through and countered by the enemy’s commander.

Yue Qianfeng crossed his weapons to block a heavy strike from the old general, feeling darkness veil his vision, his hands’ tiger mouths trembling, nearly bleeding, internally exclaiming, "Such immense strength!"

The seemingly sixty to seventy-year-old elder was the protagonist of tales Yue Qianfeng heard in his youth. Leading thirty-six cavalry through the Western Regions, personally leading cavalry charges, countless legendary deeds, all familiar, the grandson of Emperor Chen Wu, and the foremost Divine General 180 years ago.

This was the story Yue Qianfeng heard in childhood, the idol of his youth.

Now, he was his enemy.

Yet, the exceptional martial prowess of this old general exceeded Yue Qianfeng’s expectations, refined over more than a century, striking hardships at their first clash.

After some time exchanging blows, Yue Qianfeng gradually felt weary and unable to hold out much longer.