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

[Previous Summary] An Shilong led three thousand private soldiers to the sacrificial altar. Shen Jinglong used Prince Anle as bait to fight alone.

"This feng shui," Shen Jinglong said, tracing the rim of his teacup with his fingertips, "is suitable for burying you."

It's very windy.

It whipped up sand and grit, hitting my face like a knife.

An Shilong rode on a tall horse.

Laughed.

They laughed so hard they were doubled over.

"Bury me?" He pointed his jewel-encrusted longsword at Shen Jinglong's nose. "With that mouth of yours?"

"Shen Jinglong".

"Look around."

"Three thousand armored soldiers."

"Thirty temple messengers."

"Even a single spit from one person could drown you."

"I don't want to die a horrible death."

"Kneel down."

"Kneel down to my father."

"Hand over that bastard child named Sisi."

"I'm in a good mood, so I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Below the altar for worshipping Heaven.

The dark, dense army surged like a tide.

The bayonets stood like a forest. The murderous aura even dispersed the clouds in the sky.

Shen Jinglong didn't move.

He just tilted his head slightly.

He glanced at the Prince of Anle, who was nailed to the bronze pillar.

"Your Highness."

"Your son is braver than you."

The King of Anle had a rag stuffed in his mouth.

It kept crying out.

His eyes were bloodshot from staring.

That wasn't anger.

It is fear.

He knew all too well what Shen Jinglong's expression meant.

That's like the King of Hell opening the Book of Life and Death—he's about to take someone away.

"Since you want to die," Shen Jinglong stood up, splashed the tea on the ground, "I'll grant your wish."

"Attack!" An Shilong's facial muscles twitched, and he suddenly swung his sword.

"kill--!"

The roar was deafening.

Three thousand private soldiers launched an attack.

The earth was trembling.

It was like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on a lone sheep.

Shen Jinglong raised his hand.

A black token was tossed into the air.

"Bang!"

Black flames exploded.

It transformed into a ferocious black dragon, roaring across the sky.

"The Black Dragon Order is issued."

"Not a blade of grass grows."

Among the piles of rubble surrounding the altar to Heaven.

Among the withered grass.

The once deserted wilderness was suddenly filled with countless ghostly shadows.

Black clothes. Black knife.

The elite of the Black Dragon Palace.

"kill!"

No nonsense.

Only the dull thud of a blade piercing flesh could be heard.

"Pfft—"

The few dozen private soldiers at the forefront didn't even have time to scream.

His head was moved.

Fresh blood gushed out.

It dyed the soil of the wasteland red.

"An ambush!" the private army commander roared. "Form ranks! Defend!"

late.

The Black Dragon Guard was like a sharp knife, plunging deep into the enemy's heart.

"The Purifiers!" An Shilong screamed, "Send the Purifiers!"

The army formation broke apart.

Dozens of burly men in gray protective suits rushed out.

They had no weapons.

Fists are weapons.

"clang!"

A Black Dragon Guard's longsword struck the Purifier.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The Purifier neither dodged nor evaded, but instead threw a punch that sent the Black Dragon Guard flying five meters away.

The sternum collapsed.

"Invulnerable to swords and spears?" Suzaku sneered, pulling a purple glass bottle from his waist. "Try this."

"fall!"

Dozens of bottles were smashed on the ground.

Pink smoke rose.

It has a sweet, floral fragrance.

That was the "Soul-Stealing Powder" that Qin Xuerong had prepared overnight.

The purifier, who was just moments before full of energy, inhaled the smoke...

froze.

It's like a rusting machine.

The joints made a clicking or cracking sound.

Some screamed and covered their heads, while others knelt on the ground and vomited black liquid.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!" An Shilong panicked.

"Sorcery?" Shen Jinglong stood on the high platform, overlooking the chaotic battlefield. "This is called science."

"Several divine messengers."

An Shilong turned to the gray-robed man beside him, "I'll have to ask you for help again!"

"A bunch of useless trash."

The leading divine messenger lifted his hood.

That noseless face looked particularly grotesque in the sunlight.

"Shen Jinglong".

"I want your life."

"I want that girl too."

Before he could finish speaking...

Three gray shadows shot into the sky.

fast.

Fast as lightning.

Three divine messengers, plus five top retainers from the Prince An's mansion.

The Eight Grandmasters.

Surround and kill one person.

"die!"

The messenger's right arm suddenly exploded.

The bones grew wildly.

It transformed into a pale white longsword, slashing straight at Shen Jinglong's crown.

Another divine messenger opened his mouth and spat.

The dark green venom transformed into a torrential rain of poison.

All escape routes have been blocked.

Shen Jinglong did not dodge.

He didn't even blink.

"this one?"

He raised his hand.

Five fingers forming a claw.

"Snap!"

He gripped the bone knife, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, firmly in his hand.

crumb.

Like crushing a cookie.

The messenger's pupils contracted sharply.

"you--"

"Too weak." Shen Jinglong flipped his wrist, and half of the broken bone pierced the envoy's throat.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out.

Shen Jinglong's figure swayed.

Disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already behind the poison-spraying divine messenger.

"poison?"

"You think you're qualified to deal with drugs?"

One punch.

It struck the messenger in the back.

The force of the punch penetrated through the body.

A large hole exploded in the messenger's chest.

His internal organs were shattered on the ground.

The remaining five worshippers were terrified.

Is this even human?

Even though they were both masters, in his presence they were as fragile as paper lanterns—easily punctured.

"run!"

Someone shouted.

The five men turned and fled.

"They're here."

"Don't leave."

Shen Jinglong tapped his toes on the ground.

Gravel flew up from the ground.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Five pebbles.

Five streaks of blood.

Five bodies fell into the dust.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the wind was still howling.

The reins in An Shilong's hands were soaked with sweat.

That was cold sweat.

The Eight Grandmasters.

A single glance.

Total annihilation.

Is this Shen Jinglong a human or a ghost?

"Anything else?" Shen Jinglong shook the blood off his hands and looked at An Shilong below the stage. "This number isn't enough to warm up."

An Shilong's teeth were chattering.

But the madness in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

"Shen Jinglong!"

"Don't get too cocky!"

He suddenly pulled a red remote control from his pocket.

My finger was pressed firmly on that button.

"I didn't originally intend to use this tactic."

"You forced me to do this!"

"Kill him!"

"roar--!"

The rear of the private army camp.

Suddenly, a beast-like roar erupted.

The muscles of the three hundred men in black, who had remained silent until now, began to bulge wildly.

The clothes were torn.

The skin turned an eerie dark red.

The blood vessels bulged out like earthworms.

His eyes were jet black.

There is no white in the eye.

"This is..." Suzaku's expression changed, "A Bloodstained Assassin?"

That's a forbidden technology of the Temple of the Sun.

Overdrawing one's life.

In exchange for ten minutes of ultimate power.

These are three hundred humanoid ferocious beasts.

"Die!" An Shilong grinned maliciously, "Tear them apart!"

Three hundred elite soldiers launched a charge.

It was so fast that it left afterimages.

"Bang!"

One of the Black Dragon Guards was knocked away.

The bulletproof plate on his chest was completely shattered.

"Stop them!" Qinglong roared, brandishing his sword to meet them.

"when!"

The blade chipped when it struck the assassin.

The assassin grinned maliciously and grabbed Qinglong's blade.

Break it off.

"The power is too great!" The Azure Dragon was so shocked that his tiger's mouth split open, and he took three steps back.

The defense line was torn apart instantly.

These monsters feel no pain and no fatigue.

Even if half of his head is cut off, his body can still swing his fists out of inertia.

The casualties at Black Dragon Palace began to rise.

"Hahahaha!" An Shilong laughed wildly. "Shen Jinglong! Did you see that?"

"That's power!"

"This is the technology of the new era!"

"What do you think you can do against me?!"

Shen Jinglong looked down at the stalemate in the battle.

His brows furrowed slightly.

That's really troublesome.

These mad dogs want to trade lives.

"A grasshopper in autumn—it won't be able to hop for more than a few days."

Shen Jinglong raised his head.

Look towards the distant horizon.

"That's about it."

"What?" An Shilong was taken aback.

"Thump."

The ground suddenly jumped.

"Thump."

one more time.

This time it's heavier.

The teacup on the table shook.

Ripples spread across the water's surface.

"What's going on?" An Shilong looked around in alarm. "An earthquake?"

"No."

Shen Jinglong sat back down in his chair.

"My guest has arrived."

On the horizon.

A black line appeared.

The black line quickly thickened.

It widens.

It turned into a towering, monstrous wave.

That's a horse.

A horse clad in heavy armor.

That's a person.

A knight wearing a demon mask.

Five thousand iron cavalry.

Advance like a wall.

There was no shouting.

Only the thunderous sound of horses' hooves shattering the earth could be heard.

The sound was deeper than thunder.

It's even more powerful than a tsunami.

"North...Northern Iron Cavalry?!" An Shilong dropped the remote control from his hand.

It crashed to the ground.

It was smashed to pieces.

He recognized the flag.

Black background with a gold dragon.

That symbol that made the whole world tremble.

"Impossible..." An Shilong slumped on his horse. "The northern army is thousands of miles away... how could this be..."

"Whoa—"

Five thousand iron cavalry.

Five hundred meters from the battlefield.

They all reined in their horses.

Their movements were so synchronized that they seemed like one person.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The oppressive atmosphere caused even the most ferocious, bloodthirsty assassins to instinctively stop moving.

The leading general.

Azure Dragon Mask.

He was carrying a wide, door-sized broadsword in one hand.

He rode out.

The tip of the knife points straight to the sky.

"By order of the Dragon Lord!"

The sound was like thunder, rolling across the wasteland.

"Lock down the entire city!"

"Not even a fly is allowed to get out!"

"kill!"

Five thousand iron cavalry roared in unison.

"kill!"

The sound waves transformed into tangible shockwaves.

An Shilong's warhorse was paralyzed with fear.

Foaming at the mouth.

An Shilong rolled to the ground, covered in mud.

He raised his head.

Looking at the man drinking tea on the high platform.

Desperate.

That's a dimensional reduction attack.

That was a complete and utter crushing defeat.

What private army?

What kind of divine messenger?

What kind of bio-engineered zombies?

In the face of this torrent of steel, they are all a joke.

Shen Jinglong put down his teacup.

Stand up.

Walk to the bronze pillar.

He patted the face of Prince Anle, who had already fainted from fright.

Then he looked down at the trembling prince in the audience.

Laughed.

"An Shilong".

"Didn't you want to see my hand?"

He pointed to the iron cavalry covering the mountains and plains.

"This is a feast."

"Can you handle it?"