I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Hmph! My Zhenbei Army isn't all dead yet! If you want to touch the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, you'd better ask the swords in our hands first!"

The moment the words fell, a series of uniform yet heavy footsteps echoed outside the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Each step seemed to tread on everyone's hearts, causing even the barbarian general, Man Zhan, to slightly change his expression.

Amidst the astonished and uncertain gazes of everyone, an army appeared in their sight.

This army was small, probably no more than a thousand men, but the aura they exuded was like that of a thousand troops, unstoppable!

Leading the group were four generals, each dressed in a different uniform but equally imposing.

Behind them followed eight hundred soldiers clad in heavy black and gold armor, wearing full-face visors that revealed only their cold eyes.

These eight hundred men were clad from head to toe in black and gold armor, each wielding a uniform black and gold longsword. Their movements were synchronized and silent, like a ghostly legion emerging from hell, exuding a chilling aura of death.

"The commanders of the four legions of the Northern Garrison—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—have led their Black Armored Guards to protect Your Majesty!"

The leader of the Azure Dragon Legion had a booming voice that resounded through the sky.

The four legion commanders arrived at the gate of the Prince's mansion. Seeing the mess on the ground and the teetering Chu Tianyuan, their eyes turned bloodshot. They strode into the mansion, knelt down on one knee in front of Chu Tianyuan, and the clanging of their armor rang out.

"We, your humble servants, are late in coming to Your Majesty's aid; please forgive us!"

The four shouted in unison, their voices filled with self-reproach and overwhelming anger.

These four men were none other than the four legion commanders of the Zhenbei Army.

Originally, the Zhenbei Army had ten legion commanders, but after the battle with the barbarians, only five legion commanders remained. Apart from the one legion commander who was still guarding the northern border, the remaining four all appeared here.

Chu Tianyuan looked at his four beloved generals before him, then at the eight hundred Xuanjia Guards behind them. A hint of relief flashed in his cloudy old eyes. He waved his hand and coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Not too late...you've come at the perfect time!"

"Hehehe..."

At this moment, the barbarian general, Man Zhan, recovered from his initial astonishment. He looked at the mere eight hundred people in front of him and revealed an extremely contemptuous smile.

"I thought it was some formidable force, but it's just a few hundred vermin. It seems your Northern Garrison truly has no one left! With so few men, you think you can stop my thousands of barbarian warriors? What a joke!"

The White Tiger Legion commander, known for his fiery temper, abruptly stood up, his long sword pointed directly at the barbarian warriors, and coldly snorted, "Eight hundred men are more than enough to deal with you savage barbarians!"

"You're asking for death!" Man Zhan's face darkened.

"Black Armor Guards!" The White Tiger Legion Commander ignored him and whirled around, letting out a deafening roar, "Today, the Prince's Mansion has been humiliated, and the Prince has been injured. This is a great disgrace to our Zhenbei Army!"

"kill!!"

He didn't waste any words, just one.

"kill!!!"

The eight hundred Xuanjia Guards roared in unison, their soaring killing intent forcefully suppressing the arrogance of the barbarian army.

The next second, eight hundred black figures moved.

They transformed into an unstoppable torrent of steel, silently and resolutely charging towards the thousands of barbarian soldiers.

The barbarian warriors, seeing this army far outnumbered by themselves, wore cruel smiles as they charged forward, brandishing their giant axes and longswords.

However, the moment the two sides made contact, the barbarian's smile froze completely.

clang!clang!clang!

The barbarian warriors' powerful weapons struck the Xuanjia Guards, but only produced a series of sparks, leaving not even a white mark.

However, the black and gold longswords in the hands of the Xuanjia Guards easily tore through the barbarian warriors' proud and powerful bodies as if slicing through tofu.

puff!puff!

The blade flashed, and blood splattered.

Eight hundred Xuanjia Guards formed a perfect charging formation, like a red-hot dagger piercing deep into butter. Wherever they passed, barbarian warriors fell in droves, their severed limbs flying everywhere.

This was an outright massacre!

The armor and weapons of the Xuanjia Guards were of a higher grade than anyone could have imagined.

They were like a group of unstoppable war machines, rampaging through the barbarian army, with no one able to stop them.

Chu Feng stood at the back, his mouth agape as he watched the scene unfold before him. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Damn... eight hundred men and they're this awesome? Looks like the eight hundred men of the Xuanwu Sect in the TV series weren't lying!"

A hint of shock also flashed in Xiao Nihuang's cold eyes, who was standing beside him.

She considered her Rakshasa Guards to be the elite of the elite, but compared to the Xuanjia Guards before her, they seemed to lack a certain depth.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

As Manzhan watched his men being slaughtered like vegetables, the contempt on his face vanished, replaced by boundless shock and rage.

He finally realized that the terror of this army lay not in its people, but in its ridiculously powerful equipment!

"A bunch of useless trash!"

With a roar, Man Zhan could no longer contain himself. His massive body moved suddenly, like a cannonball, carrying the terrifying pressure of the Finger Profound Realm, and charged towards the eight hundred Xuanjia Guards.

He wanted to tear this army, which he considered a disgrace, apart with his own hands!

But just as he was about to move, a white figure, graceful as an immortal, blocked his way.

"Your opponent is me."

Chu Qingge stood with her sword in hand, her expression icy, and in her clear eyes was an undisguised, chilling killing intent.

"Get out of my way!" Man Zhan roared, and without even looking, he threw a punch at Chu Qingge.

Chu Qingge's expression hardened, and she drew her long sword in a dazzling display as she met the attack.

boom!

The clash between sword and fist produced a deafening roar.

Chu Qingge's figure swayed slightly, and Man Zhan was also shaken and took a step back.

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed in Man Zhan's eyes. He hadn't expected that this seemingly frail woman could actually block his punch.

"The Profound Realm..." He stared intently at Chu Qingge, his voice becoming solemn.

"You hurt my grandfather and ruined my brother's wedding, you deserve to die!"

A murderous glint flashed in Chu Qingge's eyes, and she charged out again.

Meanwhile, in a secluded pavilion outside the Prince's mansion, the Third Prince Lu Feng was watching everything below with a livid expression.

"How could this be? How could the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion still be hiding such an elite force? Wasn't it said that the elite of the Zhenbei Army all died in the northern border?" His voice trembled, filled with unease.

Marquis Tiannan, Luo Qingyang, standing to the side, also had an extremely grim expression.

He never expected that his plan, which he thought was foolproof, would encounter a series of unexpected changes.

"Lord Luo, what should we do? The barbarians seem to be unable to hold on! Once they are free to attack..." Lu Feng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Your Highness, rest assured, we have a backup plan!" A ruthless glint flashed in Luo Qingyang's eyes as he took out a small signal firework from his pocket and suddenly pulled it open.