My lord, spare his life!

"Hey, grandson, look here!"

Watching Zhang Yang hang from a branch, calling the enemy "grandson" repeatedly with a mocking and provocative tone, Shen Zhi felt a strange tightness in his chest, unable to spit it out or swallow it down. He found the scene utterly absurd and ridiculous.

"Your Highness, they can't hear us..." Shen Zhi hadn't finished speaking when he caught a glimpse of a thin, dark light rapidly approaching from the center of the battlefield below. He hurriedly warned Zhang Yang, "Be careful!"

The headless body hooked its sword finger.

The gold bricks in the pit were pulled back by gravity.

Clang——

The jet-black broadsword struck the gold brick precisely.

The gold brick, which should have been sliced ​​in two, merely emitted a piercing buzz and landed smoothly in Zhang Yang's palm. Before the newcomer could even show surprise, the gold brick in his fair hand rapidly magnified before his eyes.

bang——

The gold bricks crashed to the ground, creating a spiderweb-like network of cracks.

The newcomer's eyes twitched slightly beneath his mask.

He dared not imagine the effect of a gold brick hitting his face with such force. It wasn't just a matter of whether his cheek would be dented; it was a question of whether he could save his head. Before he could think any further, a strong gust of wind approached from behind, this time the gold brick was aimed at the back of his head.

He touched the ground with the tip of his blade, spun around to use the momentum to slash a black light diagonally, and the tip of the blade pierced towards the headless man of unknown origin!

"What?!"

The blade's momentum abruptly stopped the moment the headless man's long legs came down.

The seemingly effortless movement caused half of the blade to be stomped into the ground, making him realize for the first time how heavy his battle sword was, remaining motionless like a mountain for a moment. The headless man pressed his advantage, stepping on the back of the blade to close in. Ethereal as a ghost, swift as lightning, his hand gripping a golden brick.

It came crashing down from above.

He decisively loosened his grip on the knife handle, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The crown of the head is spared the pain of blooming.

"Who exactly are you, hero?"

The three consecutive bricks sent a chill down his spine. Only when his guards surrounded him and attacked the headless man did he feel much safer, and at the same time, a sense of regret arose within him. It would be best if he could persuade him to come over; it would be a pity to waste such a gem.

The headless man did not answer.

He merely weighed the gold brick in his hand, then flung it toward his personal guards, the golden arc of air knocking them away.

With a flick of her toe, the knife that had been stuck in the ground flew into her palm.

With a flourish, the tip of the blade pointed in their direction.

It seems to be conveying some message without words.

"...You, don't be so stubborn!"

The headless woman couldn't speak, but the generals could still glean the true meaning from her actions—she had already shown mercy and spared their lives, so they shouldn't push their luck.

If they continue to act recklessly, she will unleash a massacre!

On the treetop, Zhang Yang clicked his tongue and shook his head: "If you can't reason with me, then don't blame me."

Shen Zhi watched the battle below with bated breath.

With his eyesight, although he couldn't clearly capture everyone's movements, it was more than enough to observe the general situation. This noblewoman's effortless performance did exceed his expectations, but it was far from enough to "create a big commotion to attract attention." The one attacking now was just a subordinate general, and gaining the upper hand in a few simple exchanges with a subordinate general didn't mean anything.

"Your Highness, do you need my help?"

Shen Zhi gritted his teeth and took the initiative to ask. He naturally had the ability to protect himself, otherwise he wouldn't dare to travel alone through the chaotic army. But exhausting his strength too early would easily put him in danger, and he really didn't want to do anything for this important person unless absolutely necessary.

Zhang Yang is visually assessing the enemy's range.

Taking a moment to brush off Shen Zhi, he said, "Just keep an eye on things."

"But--"

Zhang Yang's headless body gave him the advantage of surprise attack, successfully creating chaos in a small area and attracting a lieutenant general to take action. However, the troops below the mountain were clearly well-trained elites, and they had already reacted and narrowed the encirclement.

"Shut up!"

"Watch!"

Shen Zhi: "..."

The next second, he seemed to see a horrifying scene, and his eyes widened suddenly. The lieutenant almost swore.

Just moments ago, the headless corpse hooked the spear that was thrusting at her with its foot, using the momentum to leap into the air. She crushed the gold brick in her hand into dust with a single palm strike, turning it into golden mist that spread across the entire battlefield centered on her. The lieutenant, thinking she was about to release poison, shouted, "Hold your breath!" He then swung his battle blade in a circular motion, creating a ring of air that formed a safe zone around him, preventing the poison gas from affecting him.

result--

Ding-dong!

Something landed on his helmet.

The sound of the collision was crisp, pleasant, charming, and harmless.

From that sound onward, as if some strange switch had been flipped, golden rain began to fall in the golden mist.

"This person is Jin Su..." The lieutenant's voice stopped abruptly when his gaze fell on the small, gleaming gold coin, turning into a faint and incredulous murmur, "Heavens above."

The golden mist was still crackling down, dropping small golden coins.

"Is it gold?"

"Is it really gold?"

The rain of gold coins didn't last long, but it collected a considerable number of coins, their shimmering gold color particularly captivating under the sunlight. The general only needed to weigh them to know that they were real gold, genuine gold, not some kind of innate talent of the Golden Star.

The next second, he had a bad feeling.

What you fear most is what will happen.

He looked up, but there was no sign of the headless man in mid-air.

"Don't pick any of them!"

He shouted, stopping the soldiers from picking up the gold coins.

Even highly trained elite troops, capable of maintaining composure in the face of unfavorable battle situations, cannot resist the temptation of money and profit. What is the purpose of war? First, it's for survival; either the enemy or oneself will die, so one has no choice but to fight desperately. Second, it's for livelihood, or to put it bluntly, to make money!

And now, wealth is right at their feet.

If one person goes to pick it up, the others will do the same.

Even though the lieutenant general and his personal guards tried to stop them, it wasn't just any one person picking up the money. As long as they weren't being reprimanded, wouldn't it be foolish not to seize the opportunity to grab the money? In an instant, the orderly military formation loosened like a slack rubber band.

"What did you do to them?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's obviously throwing money around."

To be precise, it was throwing gold coins.

In the blink of an eye, the headless corpse had taken advantage of the chaos to get close to the prisoners, and smashed several skulls with a gold brick.

The prisoners were still unaware of what was happening.

Before the fear had subsided, he felt the shackles on his hands melt away.

The headless corpse pointed in a certain direction.

The prisoners were puzzled, but soon saw the headless corpse throw a gold brick in that direction. A golden shockwave, much thicker than before, shot out like a knife, creating a "golden passage" on the spot. The prisoner closest to the headless corpse was caught off guard and was blown to the ground, then immediately understood—this was reinforcements!

Thank you!

The headless man waved his hand, signaling them to run.

The chaos won't last long; she can only buy herself some time. If she can't escape even that, she can only blame fate.

On the tree branch, Zhang Yang's expression suddenly turned serious.

Shen Zhi heard her say, "Oh? A boss has arrived?"