Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

"East! Run east!"

"There's no one over there! That's a way out!"

The remnants of the Turkic army, who were being blocked from both sides by Yue Fei's Mo Dao formation and Li Shimin's Xuanjia army like ducks being herded, finally found a lifeline.

At the eastern entrance of Longmen Valley, although there was a strange white flag, it was quiet. Unlike the main battlefield, there was no steel wall, and unlike the west, there was no madman stabbing people with a gun.

To a group of terrified Turks, this was tantamount to an open door.

"Charge!"

"Whoever blocks the way dies!"

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything. Tens of thousands of Turkic cavalrymen, disregarding formation and even whether those in front of them were their own men, brandished their whips and surged towards the eastern pass like a flood bursting its banks.

There was a person standing in that direction.

Bai Qi.

He did not bring too many soldiers; the three thousand Iron Eagle Warriors were not arranged in a dense square formation, but were scattered sparsely on the hillside and the main road at the mouth of the valley.

They didn't even raise their weapons, just coldly watching the tens of thousands of cavalry surge in like a tsunami.

"Who is that idiot in red armor?"

The Turkic centurion at the forefront was overjoyed, "One man dares to stand against a thousand troops? Crush him!"

"Stomp him to death!"

"If we charge through, we'll survive!"

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and the earth trembled.

Hundreds of steps!

One hundred steps!

Fifty steps!

It was clear that the raging torrent of cavalry was about to completely engulf the lone figure in red armor.

Bai Qi finally made a move.

He neither retreated nor dodged.

He slowly, as if waking from a deep sleep, raised his head, which had been hanging low.

That instant.

The dawn, which had been faintly lit, suddenly darkened.

A strange, dark red mist, visible to the naked eye, exploded outwards from Bai Qi's center without warning!

"Buzz—"

The air let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

That's not fog.

That was murderous intent.

It was the massacre of 400,000 people, the slaughter of the elite forces of six kingdoms, and the creation of the God of Slaughter Domain—forged from countless wronged souls and blood!

cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

That kind of cold wasn't directed at the body; it froze the soul directly.

The Turkic warhorse at the forefront was in a state of extreme excitement during its charge, its eyes bloodshot.

But just as they crashed into that cloud of red mist...

"Hercules—!!!"

A series of piercing, terrified neighs suddenly echoed through the sky.

The warhorses seemed to have seen the most terrifying natural enemy in the world, as if they had seen the gates of hell open before them.

Biological instincts led them to react most violently.

Emergency stop!

Kneel down!

Even... foaming at the mouth, scared to death on the spot!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless Turkic cavalrymen who were charging forward had no time to react before they were violently thrown off by their frightened horses, crashing heavily to the ground and breaking their bones.

The cavalrymen behind couldn't stop in time and crashed into the bodies of those in front, stepping on them.

In an instant, people and horses were thrown into chaos, and screams filled the air.

The once unstoppable torrent of troops collapsed instantly, turning into a chaotic mess, as if it had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs.

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

The Turks behind them were terrified.

They had never seen anything like this in their lives.

One man, standing there without moving, paralyzed tens of thousands of warhorses with sheer aura.

Is this even human?!

"Shh-"

Bai Qi raised a finger and placed it against his bloodless lips, making a shushing gesture.

"It's noisy."

His voice was hoarse and deep, yet it clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.

"Since you're here, why don't you all stay?"

"Iron Eagle Warriors"

"exist!"

Three thousand soldiers, clad in dark red armor and wearing bronze masks, stepped forward in unison.

"see a visitor out."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That was the distinctive, deep, and powerful sound of the bowstring vibrating in Qin crossbows.

Unlike the divine crossbows used by the Tang army, the crossbows wielded by the Iron Eagle Warriors were more rugged and violent.

Black crossbow bolts rained down like raindrops, each one accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Those Turkic soldiers who had just gotten up from the ground and hadn't even figured out what was going on were instantly pinned to the ground.

These crossbow bolts are so powerful that they can even pierce through two people!

"kill--!"

After a volley of fire, Bai Qi suddenly swung his long spear downwards.

Three thousand elite Iron Eagle warriors drew their Qin swords from their waists.

It was a longsword that was longer, more archaic, and more conducive to thrusting than the Tang Dynasty's horizontal sword.

They didn't shout, only carried out silent killings.

They formed small "品" (pin) formations in groups of three, like blades in a meat grinder, and plunged into the chaotic Turkic crowd.

Chopping melons and cutting vegetables.

Really like chopping melons and cutting vegetables.

Having lost their warhorses, their speed, and their courage, the Turks were as vulnerable as infants in the face of these killing machines from the Warring States period.

Blood stained every inch of land at the mouth of the valley.

Bai Qi stood atop the pile of corpses, his long spear planted on the ground, watching everything indifferently.

There was no pity, no excitement, not even a trace of emotion in his eyes.

It's like a diligent old farmer harvesting the ripe wheat in his own field.

"You devil! You're a devil!"

A Turkic commander, with two arrows stuck in his body and a broken sword in his hand, crawled out of a pile of corpses, his face covered in blood.

He looked at the red-armored figure standing high above, his mind completely broken.

This war is unwinnable!

This is a one-sided massacre!

"I'll fight you to the death!!!"

The commander let out a desperate roar, and with the last of his strength, like a dying beast, he pounced madly on Bai Qi.

"Go to hell!!"

The blade was only three feet away from Bai Qi's face.

Bai Qi didn't even blink.

He didn't even glance at the commander.

It was just a slight flick of the wrist.

The heavy bronze halberd drew an eerie arc in the air, arriving first despite being attacked later.

"puff!"

A muffled thud.

The commander's roar abruptly ceased.

He froze in mid-air, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The sharp blade of the halberd precisely hooked around his neck, and then...

With a gentle pull.

"Sizzle—"

A huge head, gushing hot blood, flew high into the air, tracing an arc before finally rolling to Bai Qi's feet.

The headless corpse twitched twice and fell heavily to the ground.

Bai Qi looked down at the head that was still staring blankly into death, then kicked it away with his boot in disgust.

"Too slow."

He slowly raised his head, his lifeless eyes looking at the Turkic remnants in the distance who had dropped their weapons and knelt down begging for mercy, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"His Highness said he will not sheath his sword."

"Then... let's continue."

"Who's next?"