You, a tyrannical ruler, roam the heavens; you cannot understand my joy.

The figure that had been standing quietly in front of everyone, silently gazing at the military camp, had vanished from its spot!

No, it didn't disappear; rather, his movements were so fast that in everyone's eyes, only a suddenly stretched and faded phantom remained, almost invisible.

Like a powerful crossbow bolt, it pierced straight into the depths of the heavily fortified camp, guarded by thousands of golden soldiers!

"The Emperor?"

"Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

"this……"

Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, Lu Youjiao, and the hundred or so martial arts heroes behind them who were confident in their martial arts skills and audacious as ever had pupils that shrank to pinpoints, their faces filled with disbelief.

Hong Qigong choked on a mouthful of alcohol, nearly choking, his eyes widening in disbelief.

He knew that this young official possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, but... but what kind of situation was he in?

It is a den of dragons and tigers, with tens of thousands of soldiers and countless deadly dangers!

He just charged straight ahead all by himself?!

This...this is way too reckless!

Hong Qigong spent his life roaming the world, what dangerous places hadn't he ventured into?

However, he also deeply understood the principle that "a son of a wealthy family should not sit under a dangerous roof," and he also understood that military battles and江湖 (jianghu) conflicts were completely different.

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts or how profound your inner strength is, how long can you hold out against a forest of spears and halberds and a rain of arrows? How long can you endure?

This is clearly... a suicide mission!

Your Majesty is young and impetuous. Could it be that you are so anxious about the escalating war that you have decided to take this drastic measure of mutual destruction?

A hint of surprise flashed across Huang Yaoshi's eyes.

Such an attack on the heart of the army is tantamount to suicide.

Lu Mang and the other heroes of the martial arts world were stunned, many of them gaping in disbelief.

That's the emperor!

He's the true Son of Heaven! Just like that... he charged into the camp of tens of thousands of fierce and powerful soldiers all by himself?

This is even more dangerous than those deadly criminals who live on the edge...

Don't you dare risk your life!

"Enemy attack!"

"Stop him!"

"They're southern barbarians! Fire arrows!"

Despite finding the lone figure charging into the camp absurd, the Jin officers behind the palisade reacted immediately.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The sound of bowstrings vibrating rapidly rang out, and a dark rain of arrows poured out from behind the fence and the watchtower, instantly enveloping the space several feet in front of Lu Zuo!

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

On the hill, Lu Mang cried out in alarm, his large, fan-like hand gripping the bronze staff tightly.

Other heroes in the martial arts world also felt a chill in their hearts. Although they had some understanding of Lu Zuo's martial arts skills, how could human strength directly confront the powerful bows of an army formation?

The next moment, a scene that everyone, whether the heroes on the hill or the Jin soldiers who fired the arrows, would never forget unfolded.

Faced with a deadly rain of arrows that could turn any flesh and blood into a hedgehog, Lu Zuoqian's momentum did not falter in the slightest; in fact, it accelerated even more!

He suddenly raised his right arm, palm facing outward, and steadily pushed it forward to meet the oncoming net of death.

"hold head high!"

A deep, majestic roar, seemingly originating from the ancient wilderness, resounded!

A powerful, pale golden aura, almost tangible, burst forth from his palm!

The qi expanded instantly upon leaving his palm, transforming into a solid qi wall several feet high and several feet thick. On the wall, pale golden dragon-shaped qi swirled and roared, baring its fangs and claws, radiating a suffocating pressure!

boom!

The pale golden solidified air wall clashed fiercely with the dense rain of arrows!

Click! Click! Click...

A series of teeth-grinding cracking and shattering sounds erupted!

The wolf-tooth arrows, powerful enough to pierce leather armor and even thin iron plates, crashed into the pale golden aura wall. The arrowheads twisted and shattered instantly, and the tough wooden shafts, as if subjected to a tremendous force, exploded into countless wood chips!

Iron slag and wood chips swirled back together!

The wall of qi continued its relentless advance, crushing the sturdy wooden fence behind it with overwhelming force!

boom!

Boom!

The log fence, as thick as a human arm and reinforced with leather ropes, was as fragile as paper in the face of this devastating force.

The moment they made contact, large sections of the fence shattered and disintegrated radiating outwards from the point of impact, turning into a shower of wood chunks and dust!

The dozen or so Jin soldiers who were hiding behind them were hit head-on by an invisible battering ram. Before they could even let out a complete scream, they were sent flying backward with blood spurting out and broken bones. They crashed into a group of tents and barricades behind them, and dust billowed into the sky!

A terrifying gap, several meters wide and covered with wood chips and debris, was blasted open by this palm strike!

Dust filled the air, and a shocking hole appeared in the once well-organized camp defenses!

The Jin soldiers who had miraculously survived on both sides of the breach were all deathly pale, their hands gripping their bows and crossbows trembling violently. They looked at the dark figure that had passed through the smoke and dust and entered the camp as if they were seeing a demon god from the abyss.

"What is this?!"

"Magic!"

"It's barbarian sorcery!"

Lu Zuo's steps were steady and swift. Stepping into the dusty camp, each step seemed to shrink the distance to an inch, covering more than ten zhang in an instant, heading straight for the central army banner.

"Stop him!"

"Form ranks!"

"Spearmen, advance!"

A Jin soldier, his eyes bloodshot, roared wildly and quickly organized dozens of elite infantrymen in armor and armed with guns from the vicinity.

A forest of spears, their cold light blinding, surged toward Lu Zuo with a chilling killing intent.

Lu Zuo's gaze remained calm and unwavering. Facing the dozen or so fine iron spearheads hurtling towards him, he raised his left hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and casually slashed forward.

laugh!

A sharp, piercing whistle ripped through the air as a condensed, almost imperceptible, sharp burst of energy shot through the air.

puff puff puff...

The dull thuds of sharp blades slicing through flesh and breaking bones echoed throughout the room.

The dozen or so elite spearmen, who were in a thrusting stance, suddenly froze. Then, the iron spearheads in their hands, along with half of the spear shaft, broke off cleanly, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

Immediately afterwards, a thin line silently appeared on their armor from the chest, and blood gushed out like a pent-up fountain. They collapsed to the ground, dazed and terrified.

Lu Zuo swayed slightly, passing through the gap that appeared in an instant. He casually slapped his left palm to the side and back, the wind from his palm whistling like thunder.

He slapped two Jin soldiers, swords and all, flying through the air like two tattered sandbags, sending them crashing down on a soldier behind him who had just raised his horn. The cracking sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.

His movements appeared unhurried, even with a leisurely, rhythmic quality.

But every step he took, every wave of his hand, was precise, efficient, and ruthless to the extreme.

The immense physical strength of over 5,000 jin, combined with his near-perfect internal energy cultivation, is integrated into every gesture.

Wherever the palm strikes, shields dent and shatter; wherever the finger strikes, iron armor tears like paper; wherever the figure passes, men and horses are overturned.

"Release the arrows!"

"Release the arrows!"

"Shoot him!"

The archers in the watchtowers and tents were terrified and recklessly rained down arrows on the figure that moved swiftly through the camp, like a ghost or a mountain.

Within three feet of Lu Zuo, the air distorted and fluctuated slightly, forming an invisible barrier.

The arrows that came flying with a piercing shriek were swallowed up as soon as they entered this area, as if they were sinking into a quagmire. Their kinetic energy was rapidly absorbed, and they eventually fell to the ground exhausted, leaving a mess behind them.

He had a clear objective and charged straight ahead, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, with men and horses falling, shields cracking, and armor shattering.

Whether it was the forest of spears thrusting in formation, the swordsmen charging fearlessly, or even the cavalrymen trying to charge and intercept him, no one could stop him even for a moment.

The dull thuds of impacts, the cracking of bones breaking, the clanging of weapons snapping, and the short, mournful screams of the Jin soldiers intertwined to create a bloody and efficient death symphony.

……

The hills were deathly silent.

The only sounds were the rustling of the mountain wind through the treetops and the heavy, suppressed breathing of the crowd, who had almost forgotten how to breathe properly.

Huang Yaoshi's hands, which were behind his back, had become clenched into fists.

His usually calm and composed face, as if unconcerned by anything, was now covered with an extreme shock.

A sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes as he locked onto the figure in the camp who seemed like a walking calamity.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?

Just now, that dragon-shaped aura, so powerful and unstoppable...

A palm strike as solid as a wall...

It's clearly the essence of the Dragon Subduing Palm, but its power, its control...

Hong Qi's Dragon Subduing Palm is extremely powerful and fierce. How could it have ever reached such a level of effortless mastery, with its qi transforming into a wall-like form?

This is no longer a matter of "moves" and "force," but rather a manifestation of "the Way"!

And that casual slash... an invisible sword aura?

No, it's a finger force gust of wind condensed to the extreme!

Its sharpness was unparalleled, cutting through iron and shattering armor as if it were nothing. How could someone not even reach adulthood have such profound and refined inner strength?

No, it's not just about depth, it's about a qualitative difference!

That overwhelming, devastating force with every gesture...

This cannot be explained by internal strength alone!

Both his physical body and internal strength have reached an incredible level!

Even though Huang Yaoshi was a self-proclaimed scholar of unparalleled learning, whose martial arts had reached a state of perfection and who had witnessed many extraordinary skills and techniques in the world, he still felt a strong shock at this moment, as if his understanding had been completely overturned.

What I see right now...

This is hardly within the realm of "experts".

This is clearly a god or demon who transcends the understanding of worldly martial arts and walks among humans!

It is the embodiment of the ultimate fusion of strength and skill!

Hong Qigong had long forgotten to put the wine gourd in his hand; he just held it up there blankly, his mouth slightly open, and the white beard on his chin was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

His eyes widened like copper bells, as if he were seeing the young man in the arena for the first time—no, the king.

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

It's definitely my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

Can……

But is this still the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?

Hong Qigong had immersed himself in this palm technique for decades and was confident that he had mastered its essence. He believed it to be the most powerful and fierce technique in the world, unmatched in his time.

But Lu Zuo's steady push just now, the condensed and heavy palm force, the free control of the range, and the clear, majestic, and unstoppable dragon-shaped qi completely overturned his understanding of the most yang and most powerful palm technique in the world!

Not to mention his terrifying strength—able to ignore a rain of arrows, shatter a camp with a single palm strike, and move through an army as if it were empty...

It turns out that the palm technique I traded out could unleash such earth-shattering, almost mythical brilliance in His Majesty's hands!

It turns out that the palm technique I traded out could unleash such earth-shattering, almost mythical brilliance in His Majesty's hands!

The ultimate skill that he had devoted his entire life to mastering seemed to truly reveal its earth-shattering power in the hands of the other party!

A strange "ho...ho..." sound came from his reckless throat, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a broken sentence from his almost stiff jaw:

"Oh my god... God of heavens... This... Is this something a human being could do?"

The hundred or so martial arts heroes behind him, who came from all over the country and considered themselves knowledgeable and arrogant, were now completely silent, each of them like clay sculptures, their minds blank.

Among them were many arrogant individuals who considered themselves experts in their own right.

But the scene before them, which resembled something out of a myth, completely shattered all their pride, common sense, and understanding of the word "martial arts."

What about unparalleled lightness skills, profound internal strength, and exquisite techniques...?

Before this absolute power, it appears so pale and laughable, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

"What the hell are you standing there for?"

A thunderous roar jolted everyone on the hill awake from their extreme shock.

Hong Qigong's beard and hair stood on end, and his eyes were no longer filled with his usual playful and humorous manner. He slammed the wine gourd to the ground, smashing it to pieces, and spilling the remaining wine everywhere.

"Didn't you see that His Majesty has already crushed the toughest bones for us?"

"Follow His Majesty and slaughter these golden dogs!"

"Straight to the heart of the enemy!"

"kill!"

The last word, "kill," exploded in everyone's ears like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

"kill!"

"Follow the emperor and slaughter the golden dog!"

"Charge!"

Huang Yaoshi let out a clear whistle, and his figure flashed out like a streak of azure lightning, his robes fluttering, his speed seemingly no less than that of Hong Qigong.

More than a hundred martial arts masters witnessed Lu Zuo's invincible demeanor, which was like that of a god or demon descending to earth, and their original fear of the Jin army camp had long since vanished.

His Majesty has already single-handedly broken through the enemy lines as if they were in an empty field. How can these renowned figures in the martial arts world lag behind?

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

In an instant, figures flew about on the hills.

Those with exceptional lightness skills, such as Huang Yaoshi and the leader of the Diancang Sect, could move swiftly, their toes barely touching the tips of grass and treetops before they had already covered several feet.

Those with profound internal strength and fierce movements, such as Hong Qigong and Lu Mang, took large strides, like charging elephants, and their speed was not slow at all.

Even more skilled were those adept at concealed weapons and crossbows; before they even arrived, their hidden projectiles, flying stones, and crossbow bolts rained down on the Jin soldiers attempting to regroup near the breach in the main camp.

puff!

Ah!

Several Jurchen warriors, who had just recovered from the shock and were trying to plug the gap, were caught off guard and hit in the face and throat by hidden weapons, falling to the ground screaming.

boom!

Hong Qigong was the first to rush into the gap, following closely behind Lu Zuokai's path.

His beard and eyebrows bristled as he unleashed the full power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Although it lacked the supernatural power of Lu Zuo's palms, which were as solid as a wall and could manifest as qi, its fierce and unparalleled palm force was still something that ordinary soldiers could not withstand.

He struck out with both palms in quick succession, the wind howling and accompanied by the faint sound of a dragon's roar.

The dragon appears in the field!

boom!

A Jin centurion wielding an iron shield charged forward, sending him flying backward along with his shield. The shield dented, and he coughed up blood, clearly beyond saving.

The wild goose gradually approaches the land!

With a sweeping palm strike, he knocked the spears of three men thrusting from the side off their hands. He then closed in, turning his palm into a claw, snapping the neck of the first man with a crack, and then smashing the sternum of another man with a backhand strike.

"Form ranks for self-defense, roam and ambush, avoid prolonged battles, and stay close to His Majesty's direction!"

Huang Yaoshi moved with the agility of a ghost, breaking into the enemy ranks. His jade flute, used to strike, poke, sweep, and hit, displayed exquisite and unparalleled skills, specializing in targeting acupoints and joints.

With a flick of his jade flute, a Jin soldier groaned and collapsed to the ground, either his wrist was struck and his weapon was knocked out of his hand, or his knee was pierced and he fell to his knees, only to be killed by the martial arts heroes who followed behind.

Recklessness, on the other hand, was a completely different style. He roared and swung a bronze staff like a windmill, and wherever it passed, those who touched it died instantly.

"Get out of my way!"

Ugh!

A heavy whooshing sound rang out as the bronze staff swept across, and two Jin soldiers raised their swords to parry.

Clang! Snap!

The scimitar broke, and the two men's chests and abdomens caved in as they flew out screaming.

Seeing that he was reckless and fierce, a Jin soldier named Meng'an charged forward with a spiked club, his strength and weight causing heavy blows.

Without dodging or avoiding, he roared, "Open!" The bronze rod slammed head-on into the spiked club.

clang!

The deafening clang of metal against metal echoed across the battlefield. Meng An felt a sharp pain in both arms, his tiger's mouth split open, and he lost his grip on the spiked club, which flew out of his hand.

He recklessly stepped forward, thrusting the copper staff forward with a thud. The staff head pierced the opponent's abdomen, sending him flying several feet off the ground and crashing into a group of tents.

Other heroes of the martial arts world each displayed their unique abilities.

The disciples of the Hengshan Sect, their swords flashing, formed a sword formation and advanced like a meat grinder.

The disciples of the Qiaobang gang are as swift as mountains with their sticks, specializing in attacking the lower body. The underworld tycoon is ruthless, using all kinds of hidden weapons, poison sand, and water-splitting spikes, striving to kill his enemy in one move.

Those with exceptional lightness skills could weave through the Jin soldiers; with a flash of sword light, someone would inevitably fall, clutching their bleeding throat.

"Form ranks! Form a circular formation!"

"Spears on the outside, swords and shields on the inside! Archers, fire in a barrage..." A Jin army commander, hiding in the rear, shouted hoarsely, trying to stabilize the formation.

Before he could finish speaking, a cold star streaked across the sky.

"laugh!"

Huang Yaoshi flicked his finger from ten zhang away, and an iron pellet accurately shot into the open mouth and out the back of the head.

The commander's command abruptly ceased, and he fell backward, eyes wide open.

Without effective command and completely demoralized by Lu Zuo, the Jin soldiers, despite their large numbers, were unable to mount an effective resistance against the onslaught of these highly skilled, well-coordinated, and bloodthirsty martial arts masters.

In particular, Lu Zuo was like a red-hot dagger at the front, constantly tearing through and piercing any defensive line that tried to gather, creating excellent opportunities for the heroes who followed.

In an instant, with Lu Zuo as the spearhead and more than a hundred martial arts masters following behind, they were like an extremely sharp arrow, plowing a bloody path through the Jin army's massive camp, unstoppable, and heading straight for the central command tent!

Along the way, men and horses fell, tents collapsed, and fires broke out everywhere. Chaos spread rapidly through the Jin army camp like a plague.