Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

Su Zhan nodded, and Ye Zi asked him directly.

"How many men are you taking, sir?"

Su Zhan shook his head: "I'll go myself."

A hint of surprise flashed in the pheasant's neck.

"Sir, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Su Zhan drew his knife and said calmly, "Going alone is the same as going alone; bringing more people won't make a difference."

"You all hurry up and find out information about the leader of the Mandu tribe. Once I've dealt with Galahan, the leader of the Agada tribe, I'll immediately get back to you about the Mandu tribe."

Seeing Su Zhan's insistence, Wild Chicken Neck said nothing more, responded, and left. Su Zhan, alone, carried his knife and headed towards the city gate.

There were many members of the Fierce Dragon Gang on the road. They were all somewhat panicked. It was clear that they only knew how to bully others and never thought that such a big mess would happen in the city.

As for the grassland people, not a single one was seen, and the common people all hid and dared not come out.

Su Zhan followed the path to the city gate, where he found it in complete chaos. The city gate was wide open, and many grassland people were fighting, including members of the Mandu tribe and the Agada tribe from Stone City.

Su Zhan's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield at the city gate like that of a hawk.

The two groups of grassland people were already bloodthirsty, and the clanging of scimitars, the dying screams, and the neighing of warhorses, mixed with the bloody atmosphere, rose into the sky.

The gray wolf banners of the Agada tribe and the blood wolf banners of the Mandu tribe were intertwined, and new corpses kept falling at the city gate, blocking the road.

In this turbulent battlefield filled with shouts of men and neighing of horses, and the flying of flesh and blood, Su Zhan locked onto his target at a glance.

Galahan!

The chieftain of the Agada tribe was as burly as a bear, wearing leather armor studded with copper. He was wielding a heavy, broadsword with a curved blade, and surrounded by several loyal guards. He roared and commanded his men to counterattack the Mandu tribe cavalry that were pouring into the city gate.

His face, twisted with rage, bore a striking resemblance to the dead Galatu, now stained with blood, making him appear even more ferocious.

The fact that he was surrounded by the most fallen enemies clearly shows that he was exceptionally brave and the most conspicuous figure on the battlefield.

"Now!"

Su Zhan thought coldly, chaos is the best cover. Without the slightest hesitation, his figure moved like a ghost disappearing into the shadows, close to the shadows of the city wall and the pile of fallen corpses, silently and rapidly moving towards the core of the battle group where Galahan was located.

He gripped the scimitar tightly in his hand, the blade reflecting the faint light of the battle, yet it attracted no attention whatsoever.

Su Zhan skillfully used every obstacle, flipping over a fallen warhorse and using the thick smoke rising from burning hay sacks to conceal his figure.

Su Zhan, like a venomous snake slithering through mud, precisely avoided pointless entanglements, focusing on a single objective!

However, just as Su Zhan was less than ten steps away from Galahan and about to unleash a thunderous attack, an Aga Da guard who was fighting Mandu warriors with his back to him seemed to sense the cold killing intent coming from behind him and suddenly turned around!

"Assassins! Protect the leader!"

The guard's roar cut through part of the commotion. Galahan reacted swiftly, turning around abruptly. His eyes, burning with rage, instantly caught sight of the slender figure rushing towards him amidst the pile of corpses and smoke.

"Han dogs are courting death!"

Galahan was furious. He completely disregarded Su Zhan, regarding him as just another ignorant lackey of the Mandu tribe.

He roared and, without dodging or evading, swung the heavy, broadsword with both hands, bringing it down on Su Zhan's head with brute force, like a mountain-splitting axe.

The blade tore through the air, emitting a muffled whistling sound, its imposing presence terrifying.

This strike, imbued with his anger towards the Han people and his hatred for the Manchus, was enough to cleave an ordinary warrior in two, armor and all.

Su Zhan's pupils contracted slightly. Galahan's strength was indeed astonishing, far surpassing that of his brother Galatu.

But he remained calm and instantly unleashed the seventh move of the Rending Wind Blade, Quick Interception.

As Su Zhan advanced at high speed, his center of gravity suddenly sank, as if he had suddenly shrunk by half.

Instead of directly confronting the overwhelming force of the blade, at the critical moment, he flipped his wrist at an incredibly small angle, and the blade slashed upwards with unparalleled precision. It wasn't a parry, but rather a strike to the weakest point in the middle of Galahan's blade where the power was being transmitted.

"Clang! — Sizzle!"

A piercing metallic scraping sound rang out, sparks flying everywhere.

Su Zhan's blade stuck to the heavy blade of his opponent like a serpent. Using the force, he pulled and twisted, and Galahan felt as if the power he had gathered in his body to deliver a decisive blow had sunk into a quagmire. A tricky force instantly reversed the trajectory of his attack, and the heavy blade involuntarily slammed hard into the bluestone floor beside Su Zhan, sending shards of stone flying.

The immense recoil caused Galahan's hands to crack, his tiger's mouth to split open instantly, bleeding profusely, and his central opening was completely breached.

His massive body inevitably staggered forward a step due to the excessive force and the deviation of his strength, his eyes filled with disbelief, astonishment, and a hint of panic.

What kind of evil sword technique did that Han dog use? He actually dodged his attack.

"Stop him!"

Galahan roared four times, calling for his guards who had reacted.

However, this was the moment Su Zhan had been waiting for. Like a spring compressed to its limit, Su Zhan suddenly sprang up at the critical moment when Galahan was staggering, his old strength exhausted and his new strength not yet generated, and unleashed the sixth move of the Rending Wind Breaking Formation Blade, the Continuous Slash.

The blade's light was no longer aimed at killing with a single blow, but instead transformed into a dense, rapidly flashing silver light screen in front of Su Zhan.

With a series of hissing sounds, the blades pierced through the formation. The four Galahan guards who rushed forward first only saw flashes of silver light before their eyes, and at the same time, they felt excruciating pain in their wrists, forearms, chests and other vital parts. Their scimitars were either knocked away or slipped from their hands. They screamed and staggered backward, with several spurts of blood spurting from their bodies, and they lost their fighting ability.

With Su Zhan at the forefront, the road to Galahan was now unobstructed.

Galahan had just regained his footing when the shock and anger in his eyes turned into horror, because Su Zhan's movements were simply too fast, too fluid, and too deadly.

"Go to hell!"

Su Zhan's icy killing intent materialized, and he unleashed the eighth move of the ultimate killing technique of the Rending Wind Formation Blade, a phantom-like form.

He charged forward relentlessly, but the sweeping, sweeping slashes of his scimitar suddenly ceased, compressing all his killing intent into a single point. The tip of the blade, like a venomous dragon's fang, gleamed with an extreme chill, tearing through the air at a speed beyond the reach of sight, emitting a sharp whoosh, and stabbing with unparalleled precision toward Galahan's throat!

Galahan didn't even have time to make an effective blocking move, and could only instinctively tilt his head slightly.

"Pfft!"

The cold blade tip pierced his thick neck without any resistance, and half of the blood-stained blade emerged from the other side. The unstoppable force jerked his head back violently!