Frontier Hero: From Receiving a Convicted Woman to Becoming an Emperor for All Time

Shen Chuxiao had already rushed out.

Without hesitation, without warning, he charged straight into the ranks of the barbarian cavalry like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The barbarian leader's pupils constricted, and he instinctively raised his knife to block.

Too late.

Shen Chuxiao's sword wasn't aimed at him at all.

A flash of light—the scout who had just given him directions was decapitated. Blood spurted from his neck more than ten feet away, soaking the leader's clothes. His wolf-skin cloak was instantly drenched, emitting a pungent stench.

"you!"

The leader flew into a rage, and with his golden-handled scimitar, he swept forward at breakneck speed.

Instead of retreating, Shen Chuxiao advanced, crouching low and slipping under the horse's belly. His sword sliced ​​a long gash across the horse's belly, and the warhorse reared up with a pained neigh, throwing its leader off its back.

The leader rolled twice on the ground, then got up, covered in dust and dirt. He still had the golden knife in his hand, but he had lost most of his prestige.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The barbarian roar echoed throughout the valley.

The remaining forty-odd riders abandoned their fight with the Jingnan Gang, turned their horses around, and surrounded Shen Chuxiao.

The sound of horses' hooves was like muffled thunder, causing pebbles to jump around.

Tie Niu got anxious.

"Captain!"

He grabbed a knife and charged.

A hand suddenly grabbed him.

The blood on Black Tiger's shoulder hadn't stopped flowing, but his eyes were burning red.

"Don't you fucking go and make things worse!"

After roaring, Black Tiger waved to his own men.

"Brothers of Jingnan, surround the outer perimeter! Don't let the barbarians escape, and don't let them surround us!"

More than thirty remnants of the Jingnan Gang immediately changed formation and pressed forward from both sides.

Shen Qiao gritted her teeth, pulled the arrow out of her left arm, tore off a piece of her robe and wrapped it around her arm haphazardly, then gripped her sword tightly again.

"Black Tiger is right."

He was panting heavily, his gaze fixed on the center of the encirclement.

"This person... doesn't need our help."

Shen Chuxiao stood firmly within the encirclement.

More than forty barbarian riders circled around him, their hooves kicking up dust and snow, spinning rapidly like a gray wall.

They wanted to defeat Shen Chuxiao using the cavalry's most effective tactic: a wheel-like attack. If one strike missed, they would retreat, and another rider would follow, until they dragged their prey to its death.

But in the end, they discovered that Shen Chuxiao seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he was able to dodge every time. Then he would turn around and kill the cavalrymen who charged into the formation. The barbarians who fell off their horses did not even have time to scream before they were trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

"good!"

Black Tiger's blood boiled with excitement as he slammed his axe into the ground with a series of loud thuds.

Tie Niu couldn't laugh.

He counted: three breaths, five riders were wiped out.

But there were still more than thirty riders on the outer perimeter, and the barbarians had learned their lesson. They no longer rushed in recklessly, but instead kept their distance and began to nock their arrows and fire.

"Captain, watch out for a stray arrow!"

Before he finished speaking, seven or eight arrows simultaneously pierced the air and arrived.

Shen Chuxiao finally revealed his true movement technique.

He no longer held his ground; instead, he moved like the wind through the rain of arrows. Arrows embedded themselves in the rock face at his feet, behind him, and above him, but not a single one touched the hem of his clothes.

The barbarians' expressions changed from contempt to horror.

"He's not human..."

"It's a ghost! A ghost from Dajing!"

Some people began to turn their horses around and retreat.

The barbarian leader scrambled to his feet, slashing down a retreating cavalryman with a single blow, and roared viciously, "Don't retreat! Do you think he can kill us all by himself? Charge!"

He took the golden knife and personally pressed down on it.

Shen Chuxiao stopped and looked up.

His gaze passed over the layers of cavalry and landed directly on the leader's face.

"you're right."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"I can't kill all of you by myself."

"but--"

He tightened his grip on the knife with his right hand, causing the blood droplets on the blade to fly away.

"Killing you is enough."

After saying that, he didn't give anyone time to react.

With a push of his foot, he shot out like an arrow.

In that instant, the leader saw into his eyes a calmness akin to looking at a dead man.

The leader's hand gripping his knife began to tremble. He had fought his entire life, slaughtering border troops of the Great Jing and massacring villages along the frontier, but he had never seen such a look in the eyes. It was not the look of a living person.

"Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow now!" The leader's voice had changed.

He wanted to retreat, but his own men were behind him.

There was no way to retreat.

More than twenty arrows were fired at the same time, as dense as locusts.

Shen Chuxiao charged forward into the rain of arrows.

The leader completely broke down when he saw him rushing towards him.

This is not human.

He was clearly a god of death devoid of any emotion.

The golden-handled curved sword slashed wildly, its technique completely chaotic, relying entirely on brute force.

Shen Chuxiao raised his left arm and took the blow head-on.

The blade pierced into his left forearm and got stuck in the bone; he couldn't pull it out.

The leader looked at him in horror—this man still had an arrow stuck in his left arm and had now been stabbed; how could he still be standing?

How can he still laugh?

Shen Chuxiao was indeed smiling.

It wasn't mockery, but a very cold laugh, chilling to the bone.

"Is this all you've got?"

His right hand swept the sword upwards, slashing it into the leader's chest.

The blade sliced ​​through the skin and flesh, cut through the ribs, and emerged from the collarbone.

The leader lowered his head, looking at the protruding blade tip on his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

"You...you people of Dajing...you want them all dead..."

He was spitting out blood and foam, and his speech was incoherent.

"You...you people in Dajing...someone...paid money to buy their lives..."

Shen Chuxiao paused for a moment.

A strange smile crept across the leader's lips.

"Why do you think...we were able to...find this place...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the leader's head tilted to the side.

But everyone in the valley heard those words.

In order to wipe out the Jingnan Gang, the imperial court did not hesitate to borrow the barbarians' sword.

Borrowing a sword from a foreign tribe.

The person who killed himself.

Shen Chuxiao drew his sword.

The corpse beside him crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He looked down at the corpse, at the blood-stained golden-hilted scimitar, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he turned around.

To everyone.

"Did you hear that?"

His voice was hoarse, but every word he spoke was firm and resounding.

Shen Chuxiao raised his left arm, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the arrow embedded in the bone, spitting blood all over his hand.

He then tore open the half-stab wound on his left arm and simply tied it tight with a strip of cloth.

He didn't utter a single sound throughout the entire process.

"But I have something to tell you."

He planted his sword in the soil in front of him, the blade standing upright, trembling slightly in the morning breeze.

"This has never truly belonged to the Great Jing Dynasty."

Shen Qiao took a deep breath and widened her eyes.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she were waiting for a long-awaited answer.

"This belongs to all the people."

"Whoever colluded with the barbarians to kill the people of Dajing, regardless of who they are, whether they are imperial relatives or high-ranking officials in the court."

Shen Chuxiao's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on the figures huddled in the cracks in the rocks in the distance.

"I, Shen Chuxiao, will use this knife to cut him down sooner or later."