My strength increases by one percent every day; I can destroy stars with my bare hands.

Looking at the crowd around him kowtowing and begging, Li Xuancang was powerless to help.

There are at least a thousand people here, all with their families, and even if he wanted to help, he couldn't.

"Make way, everyone."

Li Xuancang shouted in a deep voice, emanating a menacing aura, and the people immediately stopped crying.

Hundreds of barbarians died at Li Xuan's hands, and the murderous aura he casually exuded could make ordinary people tremble with fear.

The people felt the chilling aura and murderous intent emanating from Li Xuancang, and dared not beg any longer, making way with great difficulty.

They were just gambling that Li Xuancang had a compassionate heart.

But now it seems that Li Xuancang will not come to the rescue, so the people can only quickly make way for him.

They knew the methods of the government and the army; if they continued to block the road, their only fate would be death.

"Leave quickly."

Li Xuancang ordered them to speed up and reach Anzhou Prefecture as soon as possible.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Xiaoniu and his men personally cleared the way, their menacing appearance deterring the people from approaching and keeping them at a distance, thus saving them a lot of trouble.

Five days later, the sound of fierce fighting came from the forest road ahead.

The crisp sound of clashing weapons echoed incessantly, and dust flew everywhere.

"Sir, there are two groups fighting ahead. One is a caravan, and the other appears to be a gang."

After checking, Yang Tiangang quickly returned to report to Li Xuancang.

"Can we go around that?"

Li Xuancang didn't want to get involved in other people's business and wanted to avoid the two groups to avoid getting dragged into it.

Yang Ruihe shook his head and said, "Sir, the surrounding area is all deep mountains and forests, and our carriage can only pass through from the front."

The procession consisted of five horse-drawn carriages, making it impossible to take a detour.

"Let's wait and see who wins first!"

Li Xuancang didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble. He would wait until the two groups had decided who would leave, and then they would leave as well.

As Li Xuancang and his group stopped to wait, the two groups that were fighting also noticed them.

"Soldiers are approaching. Should we take them out as well?"

The gang members looked at where Li Xuancang and his group were, their killing intent palpable, wanting to kill them all at once.

Gangs were mostly at odds with the imperial court and were constantly fighting each other.

They yearned for swift retribution, loathed the rules of the imperial court, and possessed sufficient military strength, so they never took the imperial court seriously.

The army that everyone feared like a tiger was nothing more than people to be slaughtered in their eyes.

The leader frowned and said in a deep voice, "As long as they don't get involved, don't cause any more trouble."

Their target was the caravan in front of them. Li Xuancang and his men were clearly not ordinary people, so it was best not to provoke them.

"kill!"

The arrival of Li Xuancang and his group made the Iron Fist Sect feel threatened, and they became even more ferocious, wanting to end the battle quickly.

The caravan members also spotted Li Xuancang and his group, recognizing them as soldiers.

"Second Uncle, there are soldiers ahead. Could we ask them for help?"

In the group, a boy asked a man a question.

His second uncle was also a soldier in the army, so perhaps he could ask these soldiers for help to defeat the enemy.

Upon hearing this, the man was conflicted.

Although he was a soldier and a centurion before, he has now retired from the army. Even if he asks for help, the soldiers in front of him may not necessarily lend a hand.

Moreover, he had spent six or seven years in the army and knew the dark side of it.

Killing innocent people to claim credit, and impersonating bandits to commit murder and robbery, were common occurrences in the military.

If the soldiers in front of them become greedy, they will be inviting trouble and end up in even greater danger themselves.

"what!"

"puff!"

"Well!"

"..."

Just as the man hesitated, screams rose and fell as people continued to collapse in pools of blood, unable to hold on any longer.

"Let's give it our all."

The man gritted his teeth and prepared to ask the soldiers behind him for help.

Asking for help from the enemy might invite trouble, but if they don't ask for help, they will all be wiped out by the enemy.

"Brothers in the rear, I am Zhao Changlin, former centurion of Xuanyang County. I ask for your help, and I will reward you handsomely."

Zhao Changlin shouted loudly towards where Li Xuancang was, and his voice clearly reached Li Xuancang's ears.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Li Xuancang's body trembled, and he hurriedly stepped forward to look at the battlefield ahead.

Wang Xiaoniu quickly came to his side. "Sir, it's General Zhao."

Wang Xiaoniu also recognized Zhao Changlin's voice and looked at Li Xuancang with eager eyes, wanting to help.

When they were at the lakeside post station, Zhao Changlin had taken good care of the brothers, and he couldn't just stand by and watch them die.

"Make your move!"

Li Xuancang clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Zhao Changlin had saved his life and helped him, so he would not stand idly by.

"Yes, sir!"

Wang Xiaoniu was overjoyed and was the first to rush out.

"kill!"

The crowd surged forward and rushed to the battlefield.

"Damn it!"

Upon seeing this, the Iron Fist Sect members' expressions changed drastically; things had taken an unexpected turn.

The leader roared at Wang Xiaoniu and his men who were charging towards them, "We are from the Iron Fist Sect. Do you really want to meddle in our business?"

They introduced themselves, hoping that the Iron Fist Sect's reputation would scare away Wang Xiaoniu and his group.

Unfortunately, they miscalculated. Wang Xiaoniu and the others had never heard of the Iron Fist Sect, so they were naturally not afraid.

"Damn it!"

Wang Zhan was both anxious and furious when he announced the name of the Iron Fist Sect, but it failed to intimidate the soldiers.

"Kill them."

Enraged, Wang Zhan ordered his men to attack Zhan Bing. Since Zhan Bing had chosen their own death, then so be it.

"kill!"

The two sides charged at each other, engaging in close combat.

"Hurry up and make your move."

The caravan was overjoyed that the soldiers were willing to help, and they did their utmost to join forces and defeat the enemy.

"Bang!"

"what!"

"puff!"

"..."

The moment the two sides made contact, the Iron Fist Clan members were shocked and their faces were filled with horror.

"How can he be so strong?"

The weakest among Wang Xiaoniu and his group were all at the early stage of the Body Tempering Realm, while Nangong Zhan and four others were at the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm. The Iron Fist Sect was no match for them and collapsed at the first touch.

They were utterly astonished, never imagining that this unassuming army possessed such terrifying strength.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Wang Zhan immediately ordered a retreat; if they continued fighting, their chances of survival would be slim.

The Iron Fist Sect quickly withdrew, and Wang Xiaoniu and the others did not continue to pursue them.

"Thank you, brothers."

Even after the Iron Fist Sect members were driven away, Zhao Changlin remained vigilant and became even more tense.

Having served in the military, he knew what it meant for a force of soldiers like this, all of whom were at the Body Tempering Realm; their identities were definitely extraordinary.

Zhao Changlin respectfully thanked everyone and hoped that they would not harbor any ill intentions.

"Lord Zhao, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

A voice that Zhao Changlin remembered vividly rang out, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, seeing the figure that he would never forget.