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

The setting sun over Youzhou paints a picture of blood-stained remnants.

On the city tower, melodious music filled the air, and the aroma of wine wafted through the air. Prince Li Yuan of Lujiang, with two beautiful Hu women in his arms, pointed at the massive army of 100,000 men below the city with drunken, hazy eyes, laughing like a two-hundred-pound fool.

"See that? That's what you call a strong and well-equipped army!"

Li Yuan let out a drunken hiccup, his face flushed as he boasted to his advisor beside him, "Chang'an must be in complete chaos right now. Li Shimin's main forces are all in the north defending against the Turks; he has no troops at all. Once my army arrives, that little crown prince who only knows how to grow potatoes will surely beg for his head, won't he?"

The strategist quickly flattered, "Your Majesty is wise! That Li Chengqian is nothing but a mere child, relying only on some strange tricks. In front of Your Majesty's heavenly army, he's nothing but a joke!"

"Report—!"

A scout stumbled up the city wall, a strange expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, the imperial army has arrived to quell the rebellion!"

"arrive?"

Li Yuan pushed away the beauty in his arms, stood up unsteadily, and leaned against the wall to look outside. "How many people have come? Who's leading the troops? Cheng Yaojin or Yuchi Gong?"

The scout swallowed hard and held up three fingers: "I...I didn't see the banner clearly. There weren't many people either, maybe...three thousand."

"Three thousand?"

Li Yuan was stunned for a moment, then burst into a deafening burst of laughter, almost laughing until tears streamed down her face.

"Three thousand men? Does Li Shimin have no one else? Is he sending three thousand men to their deaths? Or is he sending them to deliver their heads to me?"

With a wave of his hand, he roared at the 100,000 rebel soldiers already arrayed below the city walls: "Wang Junkuo! Take your men and wipe out these ignorant fools! As for the leader, I'll use his skull as a wine cup!"

Under the city.

The rebel general, Wang Junkuo, sat astride his tall horse, his face filled with disdain. He looked at the army opposite him, which numbered only a few thousand and whose equipment looked somewhat outdated, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

This army is very strange.

There were no banners, no war drums, not even the neighing of warhorses. They stood silently in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a group of ghosts that had crawled out of their graves, lifeless and dreary.

The leader was dressed in dark red armor and held an ancient-style long spear. The shadow under his helmet covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of lifeless eyes.

"Hey! You in the red armor!"

Wang Junkuo brandished his broadsword, arrogantly challenging, "Where did you come from, some nobody? Have you even grown your hair yet and you dare to come and quell the rebellion? If you know what's good for you, dismount and surrender! If I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your corpse!"

There was no response from the other end.

There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

The red-armored general simply raised his head slowly and looked at the setting sun on the horizon.

"The sun has set."

A hoarse whisper, as if a judgment from hell.

Bai Qi slowly raised the long spear in his hand, his movements as slow as those of an old man on his deathbed. But the instant the spear pointed to the sky, the atmosphere of the entire Youzhou battlefield changed.

The evening breeze, which had been somewhat hot, suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold.

The setting sun in the sky seemed to be stained with a layer of blood, turning scarlet and eerie. A visible blood-red mist, centered on Bai Qi, suddenly erupted and instantly enveloped the battlefield within a radius of several miles.

The Realm of the God of Slaughter, activated!

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

Wang Junkuo's warhorse suddenly let out a mournful neigh, its hooves buckled, and it collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

It wasn't just his horse.

At this moment, the warhorses of the 100,000 rebels seemed to feel an extreme fear from the depths of their blood. They were all startled, kicking wildly and even throwing off the riders on their backs.

"Stop the chaos! Everyone, stay calm!"

Wang Junkuo scrambled to his feet, but before he could even stand properly, he witnessed a scene that seemed to freeze his very soul.

The red-armored general moved.

He didn't ride a horse; he simply walked slowly and steadily toward the army of 100,000.

With each step he took, the stench of blood emanating from him grew stronger. Behind him, it seemed as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were churning, and countless wronged souls were wailing.

"kill."

There is only one word.

The next second, Bai Qi's figure vanished into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Wang Junkuo.

There are no fancy moves, just a simple and direct swing.

"Pfft—"

Wang Junkuo didn't even have time to scream before his entire body, along with the fine iron broadsword in his hand, was cut in half at the waist!

Fresh blood gushed out, splattering all over Bai Qi.

But he didn't even blink, as if he had casually swatted a fly.

"A ghost...a ghost!!!"

The guards around him were terrified by this scene. They dropped their weapons with a clatter and ran away.

But this is just the beginning.

Bai Qi charged into the crowd.

This is like a hungry tiger charging into a flock of sheep, no, it's like a meat grinder charging into a pile of tofu.

Wherever the dark red figure passed, limbs flew and heads rolled. Those usually fierce and menacing rebels were as fragile as paper in his presence.

There was no one who could withstand a single blow, nor was there any fierce battle that lasted three hundred rounds.

It was simply a massacre.

With a single swing of the spear, a fan-shaped vacuum zone is created.

The three thousand "Great Qin Warriors" gifted by the system pressed forward like silent reapers. Their coordination was impeccable, each strike deadly, with no unnecessary movements, only highly efficient carnage.

Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy instantly filled the area outside Youzhou City.

On the city floor.

The wine glass in Li Yuan's hand had long since fallen to the ground and shattered.

He slumped to the ground, his crotch wet and hot, his teeth chattering violently.

"Is...is this a human being?"

He witnessed firsthand how that devilish red-armored general casually tore a heavily armored captain in two with a single grab.

That visual impact shattered all his ambition and courage.

"Your Majesty! Run! Run quickly!"

The strategist was terrified and dragged Li Yuan towards the city walls, shouting, "This isn't the imperial army! It's ghostly troops! If we don't run, we'll all die!"

"Run? Where to run?"

Li Yuan looked down at the city walls in despair.

The army of 100,000 had completely collapsed in less than half an hour.

No one dared to resist. Everyone dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed frantically, begging that the god of death to glance at them and let them go like a fart.

It's too awful.

The scene was truly one of carnage, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing like rivers.

Bai Qi stood atop a pile of corpses, his body covered in blood, like a demon god pulled from a pool of blood. He slowly raised his head, his emotionless eyes fixed on Li Yuan on the city wall, hundreds of meters away.

"Open the gates and surrender."

"Otherwise, massacre the entire city."

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in Li Yuan's ears like a thunderclap.

"Open...open the city gates! Open the city gates now!"

Li Yuan screamed, scrambling and stumbling towards the city gate, terrified that if he was even a second too late, the devil would pounce and tear him apart. "Don't kill me! I'm royalty! I'm the Prince of Lujiang!"

"Squeak—"

The city gate of Youzhou, known as an impregnable fortress, slowly opened before sunset.

Li Yuan was bound hand and foot by his personal guards and thrown out like trash.

He knelt in the blood and mud, watching the red-armored figure approach step by step, and fainted from fright.

Bai Qi stopped and glanced at the last rays of the setting sun on the horizon.

"Fortunately, it didn't delay Your Highness's dinner."

……

The next morning, in Chang'an, at the Zhuque Gate.

A messenger with a red feather tucked behind his back rode a fast horse and charged into the imperial city like a madman.

But this time, he didn't come to deliver a death message.

He came back because he was scared.

Inside the Taiji Hall, Li Shimin was frowning as he listened to the Minister of War report on the troop movements in various regions, still worried about how to gather enough men to support Youzhou.

"Report—!!!"

That shout, with its obvious tremor, made Li Shimin's heart tighten.

Has Youzhou fallen? Has Li Yuan attacked?

The messenger rushed into the hall, not even kneeling, but collapsing to the ground, his eyes glazed over, muttering repeatedly, "Ghosts... demons... it's all blood..."

"What happened?! Speak!" Li Shimin slammed his fist on the table in a fit of anger.

The messenger was finally brought back to his senses by the shout.

He shakily pulled the still-warm victory report from his pocket and said in a ghostly tone:

"I...I report to Your Majesty..."

"Youzhou...is pacified."

"That guy named Bai Qi... he's not human! He slaughtered an army of 100,000 in just half an hour!"

"Li Yuan was captured alive, and 100,000 rebel soldiers... knelt on the ground begging for mercy, crying more pitifully than if their fathers had died, only pleading that we not kill them!"

"What?!"

Li Shimin felt his head buzzing, and he froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.

Half an hour?

Suppress 100,000 rebels?

Are you telling me a myth?

"What about battle losses? What are the casualties of our troops?" As a military genius, Li Jing immediately grasped the key point.

The messenger swallowed hard and held up one finger.

"One thousand?" Li Jing asked.

The messenger shook his head.

"one hundred?"

The messenger shook his head again, and finally said in a tearful voice, "None... died. Just... just a few who fell off their horses too fast and scraped their skin."

Dead silence.

An eerie silence fell over the Taiji Hall once again.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction of the Eastern Palace.

That salted fish prince who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, and who does nothing but eat and sleep all day...

What kind of monster have they raised?!