And beside him, the troops were strong and headed by imposing men, seemingly enveloped in an impenetrable black aura, as if perpetually troubled by vindictive souls, giving off a powerful, ominous presence.

Whoosh!

At the same time, on the pass, row after row of troops appeared, seemingly endless, each drawing formidable bows.

At that moment, everyone seemed to hear the distant and indistinct roar of a tiger.

The fierce whirlwind swept down as the pass opened wide, and the troops appeared, rushing directly toward them, carrying a soul-chilling aura of impending doom, making it difficult for anyone to stand firm.

"Is this the aura of the God-given King, who indiscriminately kills?"

"Damn it, this is no blessed general under the protection of ghostly gods. It's clearly a demon whom even ghostly gods fear for his killings!"

"It's not just him; even those personal guards around him have numerous lives under their belts, killing with an indifference and disdain, losing the distinction between life and death."

"..."

"..."

Even from a distance, everyone felt a creeping dread, and apart from those within the Shousui Sect, other generals couldn't help but retreat.

The Red Lanterns hanging in the Food Protection Army seemed to slightly dim at the moment the adversaries appeared.

"Others call me cruel, but I don't see myself that way."

As the God-given King came out of the pass, approaching within about fifty zhang from the three armies, he spoke nonchalantly, without a hint of the artificial bravado, merely casually pointing with his whip.

He said quietly, "I never enjoy blessings alone, so my brothers are willing to follow me. And even now, after you've killed my men and taken my county's wealth."

"Yet, I still want to give you a chance."

"..."

Speaking, he slowly pointed his whip towards the Central Army Tent of Yang Gong: "You!"

Then he pointed toward Iron Threshold King's Tent: "You!"

Again, he pointed at the White Armor Army and paused slightly before Old Master Sun: "You too."

Having pointed out the three armies, his whip surprisingly did not stop, once again moving slowly, but this time seeming to search carefully, pointing towards the distant mountains.

Others saw no one there, no silhouette, but he seemed to faintly sense Hu Ma and others gazing at the battlefield from there, with his whip pointing directly, sneering: "And you self-proclaimed extraordinary jianghu people."

"This is your last chance!"

"If you are willing to come and bow now, I will spare you."

"When I rule the world, you will get offices if you wish, women if you desire, and fame if you want."

"..."

There was an overwhelming silence all around, everyone stunned by this arrogant statement, hearts pounding slightly slower, voices trapped in their throats.

The most crucial thing was, this kind of arrogant speech didn't seem like a joke, but like it was real. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Facing certain death, still boasting?"

Amidst the oppression, finally, someone couldn't hold back, and a young general emerged from the White Armor Army, drawing a bow and preparing to shoot, shouting: "Let me claim your life first!"

As he spoke, the arrow flew with a whoosh, cutting through the air.

Ordinary army hard bows could shoot sixty or seventy zhang, but without enough force, it was difficult to injure anyone.

Thus, battles often maintained a fifty zhang distance between armies.

But this man was from Shousui, with extraordinary strength, who spared no expense in crafting this precious bow, able to kill even from a hundred zhang away, yet now burdened with immense pressure, knowing that killing the God-given King would be a magnificent merit.

Unexpectedly, with a loud shout, the arrow was released.

The suddenness of this act was surprising, yet the God-given King merely coldly laughed, though his face covered by a mask of iron armor, the disdain on his face was evident.

Amidst the cold laughter, he suddenly picked up a spear, without appearing to exert any force, the spear flew with a whoosh, tearing through the air with a shrieking wind.

"Hiss!"

It knocked the arrow off course and its momentum undiminished, in an instant reaching the young general, seemingly about to pierce through him.

"Not good!"

The adjacent Old Master Sun was taken aback, hurriedly reaching out to grab the spear, feeling its immense force, unmatched even by his own Shousui skills, the iron armor tearing his palm bloody.

This young general's Heart Protector had already been pierced, the spear tip as long as a finger embedded in his body.

Though not heavily injured, nor life-threatening, his face had turned deathly pale, clearly terrified.

"The words have been spoken, if you seek death, I won't stop you."

After God-given King threw the spear, he lazily waved his hand, saying: "Recently, there have been bandits and various sect members troubling me from the north; I just went touring, killed for a few days, and grew somewhat weary."

"However, I brought back some things, I'll let you see what awaits those who defy me."

"..."

As he spoke, he turned his horse around, with his troops following suit, retreating to the pass directly.

People wanted to speak, but suddenly saw, among the troops, carts emerging, pushing to the front.

One after another, pushed heavily to the front, with a fierce yank removing the cart covers, revealing piles of blackened shapes rolling out.

Upon closer inspection, they were unmistakably severed heads.