Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

[Previous Summary] Having intercepted a secret report, the Crown Prince of Anle led three thousand private soldiers and experts from the Holy Temple to approach Cangcheng.

"An Shilong?" Shen Jinglong toyed with the wax pellet. "His father isn't even completely dead yet, and he's already in such a hurry to put on mourning clothes?"

On the other end of the phone, Princess Huimin was panting heavily.

"It wasn't just the prince's private army."

"And there are reinforcements from the Temple of the Sun."

An Shilong held the golden edict that read "As if I were personally present".

"The troops stationed along the way all allowed it to pass."

"Three thousand heavily armed soldiers."

"Shen Jinglong, let's retreat to the northern border."

"Retreat?" Shen Jinglong tossed the wax pellet into the air and caught it steadily.

"That word doesn't exist in my dictionary, Shen Jinglong's dictionary."

"Princess, please pass on a message for me."

"Tell that young master to save on gas money and not drive around the city aimlessly."

"Noon three days later."

"The Altar for Sacrificing to Heaven in the Northern Suburbs of Cangcheng".

"I'll wait for him to come and collect the body."

Use all five fingers to exert force.

The satellite phone, which cost 100,000 yuan, was shattered into pieces.

The underground water dungeon of the Black Dragon Palace.

The water was ink-black. Dead rats floated on it.

The air was filled with a pungent, fermenting smell of blood.

King Anle was soaking in water.

The python robe was rotten into a mop.

"Squeak—"

The iron gate was pushed open. Light pierced the darkness.

King Anle narrowed his eyes.

He recognized who it was. A strange laugh, like that of an owl, rolled down his throat.

"Shen Jinglong!"

"My son, Shilong, has arrived with his troops!"

"Three thousand elite troops! And the Holy Temple's envoys!"

"Scared now?" He pulled on the iron chain, splashing water everywhere.

"You've got yourself caught in your own trap!"

"Once our army breaches the city, I'll skin you alive!"

Shen Jinglong walked to the edge of the pool.

He didn't even take off his shoes.

I stepped directly into the knee-deep dirty water.

He grabbed the Prince of Anle by the hair.

Drag it ashore.

Like dragging a dead dog.

The pebbles at the bottom of the pool scratched the skin of the Prince of Anle.

A long trail of blood was left behind.

King Anle coughed violently and vomited two mouthfuls of black liquid.

"You think you can win?" Prince Anle stared intently at Shen Jinglong.

"The temple has sent three high priests!"

"They are immortal!"

"Your Black Dragon Temple is a joke in the face of divine power!"

Shen Jinglong squatted down.

He drew the military dagger from his waist.

He patted the cheek of the Prince of Anle with the back of the knife.

The cool touch silenced King Anle's frenzied barking.

"Immortal?" Shen Jinglong's blade flashed, plunging into Prince Anle's thigh. "I'm the kind of person who loves things that can't be killed."

The tip of the knife twisted half a circle inside the meat.

King Anle was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back.

"Save your energy from yelling."

"Take good care of your voice."

"When it's hanging on the table, don't make any unpleasant noises."

Shen Jinglong stepped on Anle Wang's back.

The joints made a crisp, dislocation sound.

"Want to go out?" He bent down and patted Anle Wang's mud-covered face. "I'll grant your wish."

"This pool is too dark; it is unworthy of Your Highness's status."

Three days later.

"I will hang you on the highest altar in the entire city."

"Let me show you clearly."

"How did your proud three thousand private soldiers end up being buried with you?"

King Anle shivered.

He saw Shen Jinglong's eyes clearly.

No emotions.

Only indifference towards the dead.

"You're insane..." Prince Anle gritted his teeth. "How can you, all by yourself, possibly stop the imperial army?"

"Block?" Shen Jinglong straightened up and wiped the blood off his trouser leg.

"The King of Hell posts a notice—full of nonsense."

"I call the shots in this Cangcheng."

Black Dragon Palace Temporary Command Post.

The holographic map cast a deep blue light on everyone's faces.

Countless red dots are pressing towards Cangcheng from three hundred miles away.

Data on the armored vehicle tracks rolling over the road was constantly being transmitted back.

"It's not just mortars," Suzaku switched to another screen, "there are also ten heavy tanks."

"The local troops along the way didn't dare utter a single word."

"They all hid in the camp and pretended to be dead."

Shen Jinglong scoffed coldly.

"Expecting them to protect the country?"

"You can't make a good impression."

"Azure Dragon".

"Here!" On the other end of the video, the Azure Dragon Armor was stained with blood.

"Withdraw your men from the north gate."

The command post was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Withdraw?" Suzaku's eyes widened. "That's leaving the gates wide open for them to come in!"

"Opening the door to thieves? No." Shen Jinglong tapped the table. "This is inviting them into a trap."

"How can the mice get into the cage if the door isn't opened?"

"They're mindless guerrilla warfare."

"An Shilong is a face-saving fool."

"He brought three thousand men to make a show of himself and establish his authority."

"He will definitely head straight for the altar of heaven."

"To trample me underfoot in front of the whole world."

"What's this called?"

"Stick a scallion in a pig's nose—pretending to be an elephant."

Shen Jinglong pushed open the brown paper bag on the table.

It was filled with small pink pill bottles.

"Pass on the order."

"The altar for worshipping Heaven is five li in circumference, and the 'Dragon Trapping Formation' is set up there."

"Let them in."

"Lock the door again."

"How do we use this poison?" Qinglong asked.

"Dissolves upon contact with blood." Shen Jinglong pointed his fingertip at the medicine bottle.

"The 'added ingredients' personally prepared by the lady."

"They were all buried in the soil of the altar."

"As soon as they come into contact with blood, the poison will seep into their pores through the air."

"Don't they like playing with biochemical modifications?"

"Let them taste what a true successor of the Poison Sect is like."

Three days later.

noon.

The scorching sun hung overhead. The ground was burning hot.

The wind swept across the wasteland, carrying sand and gravel that rustled against the iron armor.

Ancient altar for offering sacrifices to Heaven.

A high stone platform, nine zhang tall.

Prince Anle was stripped naked.

Four copper nails, each as thick as a wrist.

It went through his collarbone and ankle.

They forcibly nailed him to the dragon-carved bronze pillar in the center of the altar.

The blood has all been drained.

It formed a dark red scab.

King Anle hung his head.

Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still clinging to life.

Below the high platform.

The dark, dense army stretched as far as the eye could see.

Three thousand heavily armored private soldiers.

The gun barrel gleamed coldly. The blade reflected the sunlight.

At the front of the army formation.

Thirty people dressed in gray robes stood there.

They were not carrying any weapons.

The sleeves were empty and fluttered wildly in the wind.

The hood covered his face.

Only pairs of eerie green eyes gleamed in the shadows.

The gray-robed leader lifted his hood.

It revealed a face without a nose, consisting only of two black holes.

The skin had an eerie bluish-gray hue.

This is one of the three high priests of the temple.

Code name: "Corpse".

"Prince An," the corpse's voice sounded like fingernails scraping against glass, "Stop talking nonsense."

"Kill him."

"Find that girl."

"My men have already smelled the fragrance of the 'Divine Body'."

An Shilong pulled away half a body length in disgust.

He rode a warhorse that was entirely white.

Golden armor. Ruby longsword.

He looked up at his father, who was nailed to the pillar.

The muscles around my eyes were twitching wildly.

That was humiliation.

"What's the rush?"

"I will make him wish he were dead."

An Shilong pointed his sword at the high platform, his voice piercing.

"Shen Jinglong!"

"Get down here and die!"

"Release my father, and I, the crown prince, will grant you a complete corpse!"

"Otherwise, Cangcheng would surely be slaughtered to the ground today!"

Three thousand soldiers struck the ground with their spears in perfect unison.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

The earthquake trembled.

On the high platform.

Shen Jinglong moved a grand master's chair.

He sat there with an air of authority.

He was holding a purple clay teapot in his left hand.

He held the lid in his right hand and skimmed off the floating tea leaves.

I took a sip.

It's a little hot.

He put down the teapot and stood up.

Walk up to the dragon pillar.

He lifted his military boots.

He landed precisely on Anle Wang's already shattered right knee.

The sole of the shoe rolled over.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream shot straight into the sky.

King Anle suddenly tilted his head back, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

The sound of war drums abruptly stopped.

The breath of three thousand people paused for a moment.

"You dare!" An Shilong's face turned a deep shade of liver.

"Shouting so loudly?" Shen Jinglong picked at his ear, looking down at the densely packed crowd of ants below the stage. "To bolster your courage?"

He shook his head.

"Three thousand people."

"That's too little."

"This little bit of blood isn't even enough to set off a firework for my daughter."

Shen Jinglong raised his right hand.

Interlock your index and middle fingers.

"Smack."

A snap of the fingers.

A muffled rumble suddenly erupted from the wasteland surrounding the altar.

The ground beneath our feet cracked open.

"Since you're here," he said, stepping on the head of the King of Anle and looking down at the ants trapped in hell, "leave your lives behind."