Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to look.

The emperor, his dragon robe fluttering, ascends the altar.

...

Chen Shao strode up to the altar.

Following the example of Guo Daoren, he stepped out with the steps of Yu.

Holding a peach wood sword, he pointed it towards the sky.

He started chanting the incantation he had just heard from Master Guo at the top of his lungs.

He has to show off his skills today.

In this era, divine right was even more sacred than imperial power.

If imperial power is insufficient, divine power will suffice.

Moreover, the people in the capital need to be appeased right now; simply shouting a few slogans won't do the trick.

"Dingchou prolongs my life, Dinghai restrains my soul, Dingyou controls my spirit, Dingwei averts my disaster, Dingsi saves me from danger, and Dingmao saves me from calamity..."

"Six Ding and Six Jia, divine soldiers descend to earth! The Supreme Lord Laozi commands this swiftly!"

The people below the city gate were dumbfounded.

They even forgot to run for their lives.

They stared in disbelief at this unprecedented event.

Only one thought remained in my mind:

They've gone mad! They've all gone completely mad!

Although Shen Qingci was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but frown deeply.

He turned to Yu Qi'an, who was also looking completely bewildered, and asked him.

"Lord Yu, tell me honestly, is this the emperor or a charlatan?"

Yu Qi'an looked at the young emperor who was singing and dancing.

After a moment of silence, he nodded.

"Your Majesty, this...is true."

Shen Qingci rolled her eyes, feeling that her worldview was collapsing at a visible speed.

But there was no other way.

He could only silently console himself: if it's fake, this kid will suffer the consequences.

The emperor's ritual provided amusement for the Northern Mang soldiers outside the city.

As a result, several soldiers who were climbing the ladder suffered internal injuries from holding their breath and fell down.

But most people, upon seeing this scene, were energized.

Victory is within reach.

They all charged forward with a death wish!

The first burly man from the Northern Barbarians to rush onto the city wall flipped over the battlements.

He held his curved sword high, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

Roaring wildly to the sky:

"I'll be the first! I'll be the first..."

The roar abruptly stopped.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

What did Lao Tzu see?

He saw a crack suddenly appear in the sky.

Boundless golden light poured down like a torrential rain.

Amidst the golden light, countless golden-armored divine soldiers descended from the sky.

The armor shimmered with a dazzling light that was almost blinding.

The divine soldiers each wielded knives, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

They landed silently on the city wall, riding on auspicious clouds.

They stood in neat rows, densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"What... what the hell?"

With a clang, the scimitar slipped from his hand, bounced twice on the city bricks.

He collapsed to the ground, feeling as if his bones had been removed.

A warm flow trickled down my legs from my crotch.

He didn't care anymore and scrambled towards the ladder.

"Heavenly soldiers! Heavenly soldiers have descended!"

His shout ignited the fear in the Northern Barbarian soldiers.

On the cloud ladder, many soldiers looked up and saw the golden-armored deity looking at them.

Those who are timid will feel their liver and gallbladder rupture on the spot.

Even the bravest among them were stunned for several breaths before falling off the ladder with a thud.

This completely threw everything into chaos.

Soldiers on the ladders were thrown to the ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Even so, the sound of fear drowned out the screams.

On a distant high-rise building, Han Cao stood with his hands behind his back, a smug smile on his lips.

He looked at the young emperor dancing and gesturing on the city wall and shook his head dismissively.

"Chen Shao, Chen Shao, you're such a dog..."

He wanted to curse "dog shit," but with the shit still in his mouth, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

What do you mean by "several..."?

You really know how?

The people below the city walls went completely mad.

Seeing a god for the first time in my life was far more exciting than seeing the emperor for the first time.

"A miracle! A miracle!"

"I knew it! I knew His Majesty was the Son of Heaven!"

"Look, the heavenly soldiers have descended to earth!"

Someone nearby shouted, "Long live the Emperor! May Heaven bless the Great Yan!"

Some people even knelt there, making devout wishes.

Among the Northern Barbarian charging army, the first to react were the horses.

Fifty thousand warhorses neighed in terror almost simultaneously.

Its forelegs were raised high, and no matter how the cavalrymen whipped and scolded it, it refused to take another step forward.

Ma had never seen anything like this before.

The unknown is the most frightening thing, and this applies to horses as well.

Faced with such a divine descent, even the fiercest warhorses retreated as frantically as startled rabbits.

As the warhorses retreated, the entire army's charging formation instantly collapsed.

The horses of the front-line cavalrymen retreated, and the cavalrymen in the rear who were charging forward did not have time to rein in their horses and crashed into them.

The entire battlefield was a scene of men and horses falling to the ground.

Trampling on one another is often more devastating than charging into battle.

Helian Yunni's white horse was also retreating.

She spurred her horse hard, managing to control it, and looked up at the city gate.

"What on earth is going on?!"

She naturally didn't believe in such things as immortals.

They are all vague and illusory things.

She herself had tried this trick.

This is the first time I've seen someone bring this technique to the battlefield.

"No retreat! Hold the line!"

She shouted sharply, sweeping her silver spear across and knocking several fleeing soldiers to the ground.

But the soldiers were completely panicked.

"Heavenly soldiers! They're heavenly soldiers!"

"God is angry!"

Even Helian Yunni's skillful military command could not prevent such a crushing defeat.

She made a quick decision: the focus now should not be on continuing the fight, but on how to minimize losses.

"No chaos! Retreat in an orderly manner!"

After killing several more people, they finally managed to stabilize the situation somewhat.

At this moment, atop the city wall.

Chen Shao had already discarded the peach wood sword and stepped down from the altar.

Yu Qi'an's assassin was still standing there, stunned and at a loss.

He shouted:

"Lord Yu, if we don't fight now, when will we?"

Yu Qi'an seemed to wake from a dream, and suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"I obey your decree!"

This was a tactic that he and Chen Shao had discussed long ago.

The six Ding and six Jia intimidated the enemy, and the Iron Fist Army took advantage of the chaos to launch an attack.

He just hadn't expected that the Six Ding and Six Jia would be so realistic.

The Northern Barbarians are currently fleeing; if we don't pursue them now, when will we?

Chen Shao patted Shen Qingci, who was equally dumbfounded.

"Where is what I wanted?"

Shen Qingci was still in shock from the sight of the golden-armored divine soldiers filling the sky and hadn't recovered yet.

He subconsciously pulled a bunch of teacups from his sleeve.

He handed it over blankly.

"You...you're thirsty..."

This time, her voice was surprisingly gentle, even a little cautious.

"What are you thirsty for!"

Chen Shao hurriedly followed Yu Qi'an's footsteps.

"I'll lead the charge!"