Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Mu An was unaware of what had happened at the Wenchang Hall.

All he knew was that the road to the Vermilion Bird Gate was unusually clear, without the layers of obstruction he had imagined, or the bloody battles.

He only killed two hundred people before he could see the towering Vermilion Bird Gate.

The 30-meter-high city gate stood at the end of the line of sight. The gate, which should have been closed, was opened, and eight hundred men, led by Marshal Bai Lingshan of the Tiger Army, had passed through the gate and were fighting with the enemies inside.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, with blood splattering and limbs flying everywhere.

At this very moment, Bai Lingshan was locked in a fierce battle with the Celestial Martial Saint on the Second Prince's side. The two fought from the city wall to the city gate, and then from inside the gate to outside.

Wherever it passed, bricks and stones shattered, and shockwaves surged.

The two sides automatically avoided the battlefield belonging to the Martial Saint and collided like a tide under the Vermilion Bird Gate.

Corpses fell one after another, and the flowing blood turned into streams.

At a glance, Mu An realized that their people had fallen into a complete disadvantage.

They brought too few men, less than a thousand in total, and facing an enemy force of four or five thousand, defeat was only a matter of time.

Gazing at the distant battlefield, Mu An stopped in his tracks, twisted his arm, and gripped the Flowing Cloud sword tightly in his hand.

Jun Yunxin, who had been following behind him, also saw the battlefield in the distance, and she frowned slightly.

The little princess was silent for a moment, then walked to Mu An's side and asked softly.

"I can only give you twenty-eight men. Can you clear a path for me?"

Mu An smiled, stepped forward, waved his empty left hand, leaving Jun Yunxin with only his back view.

"I have never seen soldiers who fight to the death. Today, I will see how many casualties these elite troops of the capital can withstand."

By the time Jun Yunxin came to her senses, the figure that had been in front of her had already reached the front of the battlefield.

A lone man with a sword appears especially small beneath the towering city walls.

Suddenly, she burst out laughing.

"Lin Li, take me to the highest point here. I want to see for myself what kind of bravery is required to earn the title of 'God of Slaughter' from the Dark Feather Guard!"

"General Xiao, if any other Martial Saints intervene, please stop them. Don't let unrelated individuals interfere with this battle that will be recorded in history!"

Beneath the Vermilion Bird Gate, a battle that will determine the succession to the throne is underway.

When Liu Yun cut the first enemy in two, Mu An realized that the army under the Vermilion Bird Gate was on a completely different level from those outside Yongning Palace.

Their armor was surprisingly well-made!

This is hardly surprising!

He casually cut down more than a dozen soldiers who charged at him, and with a faint sadness in his heart, Mu An charged toward the direction where the most enemies were.

He clenched his left fist and smashed a soldier's head, then gripped his sword in his right hand and slashed diagonally forward.

The silvery-white sword light swelled in the wind, growing to tens of meters long, and shattered all the enemies on his right.

A light mist silently enveloped the entire battlefield, and in Mu An's eyes, the whole world gradually became clearer.

A three-dimensional image formed in his mind, and the location of each person became clearly visible.

The gentle breeze, the flowing blood, the running people, and the clouds that blanket the world—everything in the world slowed down.

Strike, stab, tap, smash, stir, cleave, cut...

Mu An closed his eyes, his moves were haphazard, he simply moved his longsword according to his instincts.

Wherever there are enemies, he will strike them down.

He didn't use any magic; he simply used his spiritual power to draw upon the vital energy to cover the sword and unleash its inherent power.

Because you can't use too many spells, your spiritual energy will be completely exhausted.

If it were just about wielding a sword, with his current physical abilities, he could fight for three days and three nights.

Occasionally, arrows would come flying, but he didn't have time to parry them with his sword, because the time it would take to parry once was enough to kill at least two enemies.

The spiritual power should come into play at this moment, spontaneously forming a protective shield to block the arrows, allowing him to focus on "slashing and hacking and hacking" without any distractions!

As Mu An continued chopping, the number of people he sensed dwindled until finally only a few remained, standing much shorter than him and far away.

The people standing were trembling, and as they trembled more violently, a heat source appeared beneath them. But these people did not run away; they just stood there, trembling incessantly.

Further away, there were many more people, standing at about the same height as Mu An, but they were constantly gathering and retreating, showing no intention of coming up to fight.

After waiting for a long time without anyone approaching, Mu An finally opened her eyes.

A large sun hung directly above him, radiating light and heat.

The winter sun wasn't glaring; it felt warm on his skin. He glanced at the sun and slowly lowered his gaze.

About a hundred meters away, rows of guards from the Vermilion Bird Gate stared at him with wide eyes, trembling.

Wherever Mu An's gaze swept, a large number of heads bowed.

Wow! They're all terrified!

The guards at the Vermilion Bird Gate are the Ninth Prince's men, so they are allies and there's no need to kill them.

Having distinguished friend from foe, Mu An slowly lowered his head and took a few steps.

The armor was very hard, making it uncomfortable to step on, and you would occasionally step on sharp protrusions.

Looking at the small hill beneath him, Mu An remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand and conjured a water mirror, looking at himself in it.

The person in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, and their entire face was covered in blood. The blood-stained black clothes appeared even more deep and vibrant.

"Has he gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"

"No, this is a just punishment! How could the brilliance of the Great Sun be wrong?"

After muttering a few words to himself, Mu An simply put down the Flowing Cloud in his hand and plunged it upside down into the small hill beneath him.

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Princess Yongning.

The princess was smiling and waving at him, as if approving of his actions.

Having gained the approval of her immediate supervisor, Mu An immediately felt more confident.

He glared fiercely at the guards on the Vermilion Bird Gate, which frightened them so much that they fled in panic, running along the city wall to the east and west, and soon disappeared from sight.

As if she had thought of something, Mu An looked down and around.

Most of the people who came out of Yongning Palace with him at the beginning are dead. Now only five seriously injured people are lying on the ground, being helped to the back by several maids to rest.

There were also seven or eight Imperial Guards standing below the "small hill," their hands trembling as they gripped their knives. Sometimes they stared intently at Mu An, and sometimes they lowered their heads, making it impossible to understand what they were up to.

Mu An felt a little tired. He was too lazy to care about these people, so he simply found a relatively comfortable place to sit down and took a few long breaths.

I didn't realize it just now, but after resting, I'm actually quite tired.

He chopped from dawn to noon, his sword flashing, and he made at least two thousand cuts. You wouldn't even cut tofu like that.

Three hundred meters away on the city wall, Jun Yunxin rubbed her temples, her expression indescribably strange.

She glanced at Lin Li, trying to persuade her personal maid.

"Actually, he's a pretty good person, just a bit ruthless when he's stabbing people. He closes his eyes and has a weird smile when he's stabbing, but otherwise he's great..."

Seeing that Lin Li still looked pale and looked like she was about to vomit again, she quickly added another sentence.

"Look, Second Brother was so scared by him that he fled ten miles away, the leader of the Imperial Guards was beheaded, and the Vermilion Bird Gate was captured. He has exceeded expectations in all the tasks assigned to him. That's really great..."

As she spoke, Jun Yunxin's voice trailed off, and finally she simply shrugged and stopped trying to explain for Mu An.

Whatever, she only has this one person she personally trained, so she can't afford not to use him!

You stinky Lin Li, you have the nerve to say I'm weak? I'm perfectly fine, but you're the one throwing up like this!!!