"King of Mingzhou, Iron Threshold King, One Coin Sect, mud eels in the pond posing as dragon descendants, dare to come and attack me?"

The three armies arrived at Menghu Pass, imposing and mighty, with murderous intent rolling like the tide.

Behind Menghu Pass, witnessing this overwhelming force gathering before the gate, was a different scene. The people's eyes were cold and sinister, observing the troops before the gate with faces marked by humiliated anger.

Reflecting on the God-given King's rise to power, his fame soared, having experienced numerous battles, always victorious wherever he went. Those who encountered him either surrendered or were completely annihilated.

Never had he experienced such a situation where he was conquered, attacked, and pushed to the gate, humiliated right on his doorstep?

In the past, he was indulgent with his subordinates, loyal to the sects and gangs, so his reputation among the people was poor. However, it was this arrogance that bred extreme loyalty in his ranks, and every battle broke out with fierce slaughters, fostering a ruthless aura.

Here, apart from anything else, the intense anger weighed heavily, awaiting release.

"My lord, should we talk to them?"

In the midst of the fury, there was still a clear-minded suggestion quietly offered at the Pass.

"Talk? What is there to say?" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The God-given King, seated on the throne, clad in black armor, tall and slim with sinister features, merely sneered.

Truth be told, this battle was unwarranted for him.

Previously, when he was sweeping through the northern forces, he had already investigated why his grand alliance plan had turned into the current situation where he was attacked by many.

Trick door!

Switching seals, inciting trouble everywhere, within days numerous formidable foes had arisen against him, yet leaving no trace. Besides those demon people of the jianghu, who else could it be?

Rumor had it that the ancestors of that trick door were surnamed Zhao, but he never offended anyone named Zhao.

But before, he had killed a magician surnamed Chen in Quzhou.

The man acted all mystic under his nose, pretending to be an expert, spouting nonsense about world affairs and fate entanglements, who had the patience for him?

He ordered him captured and beheaded atop the city walls.

However, these bizarre troubles seemed to start from that time.

Although he already understood someone was causing mischief, even these outside forces must have been incited to come, the God-given King had no intention of explaining.

Now that the opponent had entered Quzhou, scattered many troops under his nominal command, captured several counties; as the two sides prepared for battle, the killing intent had arisen, explaining now would only weaken his prestige.

"Since they dare to come, let's first see their skills."

Saying this in a deep voice, the man in black armor slowly stood up, his iron armor clanked along.

Drip drip drop, fresh blood accumulated in the armor seams fell to the ground.

"I truly despise alliances and plots, and hate those jianghu magicians hiding in the shadows, poking their noses in everything. If there's destiny for me, then I'll kill across the world, whoever blocks my path will have their heads chopped off."

"Without destiny, I'll kill until all fear me, and no one dares to compete, then I'll be Emperor all the same."

After days surrounded by slaughter, without even shutting his eyes, wearing the iron armor for days, the God-given King did not seem fatigued but fiercer in killing intent.

As he stood, even the attendants and Deputy General beside him were inexplicably startled, retreating a few steps, kneeling down with their backsides high in respect, while he slowly gestured: "Out of the Pass."

"I will personally go over, present them this grand gift."

"Tell the people not to remove their armor, once this gift is delivered, then they can rest."

"..."

"..."

"Famously the God-given King is brutal, killing is like cutting grass, bullying the people like a vicious tiger. How dare you include 'God' in your title, today our three armies unite at the gate, ready to erase the 'God' from your title, for Quzhou's people, to vent our anger."

"Those who follow the God-given King, aiding the wicked, are equally guilty, why not quickly surrender, open the gate? What are you waiting for?"

"Only when confronted with death will you regret, once the gate is broken, it might be too late to surrender!"

"..."

Meanwhile, at the gate, seeing Menghu Pass built into the mountain, extremely formidable, and the ground before the gate, various fierce generals had already stepped forth.

In a line, seeing the grand flags raised, respectively the Central General Shen Hongzhi of the Food Protection Army, Right General Zhou Liang, Vanguard Officer Zhao Zhu, four stalwarts of Old Yin Mountain, beside them Iron Threshold King Zhou Datong, flanked by Iron Threshold Army's two door guardians.

On another side, there was the fierce general of the White Armor Army, Old Master Sun, Python Soup Altar Master, and under them various leaders and Vanguard Officers.

Everyone possessed their own skills, having experienced battles, lined up magnificently, with great imposing presence.

Now before Menghu Pass, if the opponent does not come out to fight, accordingly the practice is to curse across the lines.

The army often keeps a batch of people, best at cursing.

They showed themselves and cursed severely for a few sentences, seeing no response from the opponent, ready to retreat into the formation to rest, and let the experts curse.

"Casket?"

Yet just at that moment, a cold laugh was suddenly heard from within the Pass, even from a great distance, it clearly echoed in everyone's ears.

"I've never cared for caskets, kill too many, it's slower to make caskets, digging pits barely keeps up with the burial."

Everyone startled at heart, lifted their gazes, promptly seeing the Pass gate already open, leading the advance was a man dressed in black armor astride a red-eyed white horse.