Martial Arts Crossover: Inheriting the Legacy of the Human Sword Saint! Li Hanyi Confesses Her Love

"Anyone who disobeys orders will be punished by military law!"

As soon as these words came out.

The guard felt a chill run down his spine.

Sweat soaked his clothes, making them stick to his armor.

Court-martial!

This……

Isn't that a bit too harsh?!

But he dared not delay, and immediately turned around, went forward to explain the situation, and relayed the order.

Watching the guard's hurried back.

Xu Xiao sat back down in his chair, the seriousness on his face easing slightly.

He looked at Li Jinshan and sighed.

"This time, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Li Jinshan nodded slightly and said, "That should be it."

……

Outside the Northern Cold Army camp.

Dressed in white, he leaned against the military training ground.

Beside him, a silver spear stood like a loyal guard, protecting him.

The soldiers around him were training hard.

But as long as someone's gaze falls on him.

Then they will instantly transform into a state of reverence.

For nothing else.

Because of the other party's identity.

It was within the entire Northern Cold Army camp.

The number one person after Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Cold.

The head of the six adopted sons.

Chen Zhibao, known as the White-Clad Soldier Immortal and the Butcher of Men!

With a silver spear and plum wine, who in the world can rival me!

Xu Xiao once conquered six kingdoms on horseback.

Chen Zhibao made invaluable contributions and repeatedly achieved extraordinary feats.

His prestige in the military was second only to Xu Xiao.

Chen Zhibao's eyes were stern as he took a swig of wine.

There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

at this time.

There was a sound of rapid footsteps.

Chen Zhibao looked up and saw Xu Xiao's guards.

I noticed the panicked look on the other person's face.

Chen Zhibao frowned slightly.

Could something serious have happened?

Otherwise, why would the other party be so flustered?

He immediately composed himself and stood up straight.

"General! General!!!"

The guard hurriedly approached Chen Zhibao.

Chen Zhibao's expression was serious as he spoke in a deep voice.

"But what important orders did Godfather give?"

The guard nodded, panting heavily.

"General!"

"The King of Northern Cold has given an order!"

"From this moment forward, no one in Beihan shall underestimate a ninth-rank martial artist."

"And there must be no unreasonable actions whatsoever."

"Those who violate the order..."

"Court-martial!!!"

He was out of breath as he relayed Xu Xiao's orders.

As his words fell.

The entire military camp fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Even Chen Zhibao's brows furrowed.

No ninth-rank martial artist should be underestimated.

Violators may even face military-style punishment?

That's a military-grade penalty!!!

Unless it's a major error, it would never be used.

Chen Zhibao stared intently at the guard.

His stare sent chills down the spine of the other person, making their hair stand on end.

He tried to find a joking expression on the guard's face.

But found nothing.

Actually.

Chen Zhibao was also aware of this.

He served as a bodyguard for Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Cold.

Even if you gave the other party a hundred times the courage.

They would never dare to lie.

Otherwise, the consequences would be far more severe than just military disciplinary action.

The Northern Cold Army's military orders were as firm as mountains, and its system was brutal.

It's not just talk.

only……

He just couldn't understand it.

Why did Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Cold, issue such an order?

A mere ninth-rank military officer.

Could it be related to something important?

Transit

Or……

Does it involve some secrets?

Chen Zhibao was not the only one who was puzzled.

The soldiers around him.

They were also extremely puzzled by this.

"Strange, why be so cautious around a ninth-rank martial artist?"

"That means, someone at this level wouldn't even qualify as one of our soldiers."

"Should we respect such a weakling?"

"Does the King of Northern Cold have some kind of mysterious plan?"

"Do you think... it might be because there's a big shot involved, a ninth-rank martial artist?"

"It's not impossible!"

"..."

These soldiers.