Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 13

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Chapter 138 Receiving the Money

"Tianxiong, hurry up and finish this. I'm still waiting to collect my money. The odds are 1 to 133. I only bet one million purple crystal coins. I wonder how much I can win." Qin Feng didn't take the remaining members of the Glory Mercenary Group seriously at all and urged them on.

However, Qin Feng's calculations made the casino owners sitting in the stands regret their actions. They had no idea that the leader of the Yan Yun Mercenary Group was the newly rich Duke Huwei of the Empire (mainly because His Majesty Brad blocked the news)! If they had known, they wouldn't have dared to offer such odds, after all, he had killed nearly ten thousand Hulan dogs!

But what's the use of regretting it now? He had already bet one million purple crystal coins. At the odds of 133, that meant he would have to pay out one hundred and thirty-three million purple crystal coins! Although the combined wealth of their various owners was enough to cover the loss, if they were to actually pay, their families would suffer a severe blow! They had considered not paying, but now that they knew the Yan Yun Mercenary Group was founded by Qin Feng, would they dare?

The situation on the field was now quite clear. Little Mox, under Qin Feng's specially enhanced bone-dislocating technique, was barely breathing and clearly beyond saving.

His father, the Glory Mercenary Group member, was now like a madman, disheveled and with a fierce expression, desperately charging through the berserkers' encirclement. As for the other members of the Glory Mercenary Group, they were completely deflated, barely managing to withstand wave after wave of attacks from the berserkers, and were not far from death.

Qin Feng coldly scanned the scene and noticed that among the Glory Mercenary Group members, two swordsmen were relatively holding their own: one was a middle-aged swordsman in black armor, and the other wore red armor.

"Both possess the strength of a Sword Emperor, hmm, not bad. Then I'll make use of them." Qin Feng swept his divine sense across the two swordsmen, instantly discerning their levels.

Without any visible movement from Qin Feng, the onlookers only felt a flash of white light, and two figures disappeared from the berserker encirclement.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at the two swordsmen staring at him with astonishment; his aura of superiority pressed down on them, making it hard for them to breathe.

"Submit to me, live; do not submit to me, die. The choice is yours." Although Qin Feng only uttered these words casually, the two men before him could clearly feel the chilling killing intent and bloodlust emanating from him.

The Glory Mercenary Group members, surrounded by berserkers, were even more disheveled after losing two key members, struggling to defend themselves without even a chance to catch their breath.

As for the Glory Mercenary Group's leader, Mox... Now facing a pincer attack from two berserkers, Mox's right hand gripped his greatsword, barely managing to parry the spiked club of one of the berserkers beside him. However, the next blow from Kuang Tianxiong, with its immense force, left him completely defenseless. He hastily retreated, but suddenly heard a whooshing sound from above.

"Not good!" The thought had barely formed in Mox's mind when he felt as if a thousand steel needles were piercing his skull. Then, a tremendous force slammed down, and Mox felt a sharp pain, letting out a miserable scream before his vision went black. He collapsed to the ground, lifeless, his brains splattered with blood.

The two Sword Emperor-level experts from the Glory Mercenary Group, drawn by Mox's scream, turned around and saw his horrific state. They couldn't help but shudder, and their eyes now held a strange fear as they looked at Qin Feng.

"We can submit, but we hope you can spare our last four brothers. They were forced to come," the red-armored swordsman pleaded, kneeling before Qin Feng.

"Do you even have the right to negotiate with me?" Qin Feng asked with a mocking smile.

"I know I can't negotiate anything with you, but I really hope you can give them a chance. They are all experts at the Grand Swordsman level or higher, and I think they will be helpful to you in the future!" The red-armored swordsman persisted, completely ignoring Qin Feng's sarcasm.

"You're willing to die for them?" Qin Feng asked, glancing at the four remaining members of the Glory Mercenary Group still resisting.

"Yes, they are my brothers, I can die for them!" The red-armored swordsman remained kneeling, head bowed.

"Then, you can die!" Before the red-armored swordsman could react, Qin Feng's hand was on his head, the Heavenly Force within him twisting inside his skull, causing the red-armored swordsman to collapse limply. His hands loosened, revealing a silver dagger.

"You also want to plead for your brothers?" Qin Feng asked, looking at the remaining black-armored swordsman with a mocking expression.

"Yes, I still plead for my brothers." The black-armored swordsman looked at Qin Feng calmly.

"On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that I am the only remaining vice-captain of the Glory Mercenary Group. On the grounds that I am loyal to you." The black-armored swordsman said with a calm and composed expression.

Qin Feng closed his eyes and considered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I accept your loyalty. However, since I have chosen to be loyal, I do not wish to see betrayal

. Otherwise, it will not be as simple as death." After saying this, a chilling killing intent shot out from Qin Feng's eyes, reaching straight to the black-armored swordsman's heart. "Rest assured, I will now sign a loyalty contract with you." After the black-armored swordsman finished speaking, he placed his right hand on his left breastplate and solemnly began to chant a spell: "Omnipotent Creator God, your loyal subject Rog Stephenson begs to form a loyalty contract with the person before me according to the ancient contract. I will be loyal to him for life and never betray him. Contract!"

As the black-armored swordsman (Rog) chanted, a golden "contract" appeared from between his eyebrows, flashed and disappeared, and entered Qin Feng's palm.

"Tianxiong, stop." Qin Feng, now loyal to Rogge, addressed the berserkers in the arena.

Hearing Qin Feng's order, the berserkers ceased their attack, leaving behind four surviving members of the former Glory Mercenary Group, their faces filled with excitement.

In truth, Qin Feng had already instructed them to hold back. The berserkers had only used the "Trapping" technique from the Arhat Formation to surround the four Great Swordsman level Glory Mercenary Group members; otherwise, using the "Extinction" technique, these four Great Swordsmen wouldn't have lasted ten moves.

"Go back and gather the remaining members of the Glory Mercenary Group. From now on, they're under your command. Their title will be the Glory Squad of the Yan Yun Mercenary Group, and you'll be the captain. Everything originally belonging to the Glory Mercenary Group is your responsibility." Qin Feng glanced at Rogge, who was excitedly embracing the four survivors, and gave the order.

"Yes, sir."

"Big guys, come with me to get the money!" Qin Feng smiled at the berserkers standing aside, awaiting orders.

"This time, let's give each person a reward of ten thousand amethyst coins," Qin Feng said to the composed Kuang Tianxiong following behind.

"Oh, what? Ten thousand amethyst coins, that's a million gold coins~~~~ God, boss, am I dreaming?" Kuang Tianxiong's honest voice came, completely unrecognizable from the bloodthirsty look he had just displayed in the arena.

On the stands, His Majesty Brad watched Qin Feng leave arrogantly with eighteen berserkers, his face heavy with sorrow. He left the Royal Arena without saying a word. Grand Marshal Cherno and Grand Tutor Bernat exchanged a glance and quickly followed His Majesty Brad. As for the two old foxes, the Left and Right Prime Ministers, they had witnessed everything that had just happened. After pondering for a while, they also followed behind, heading towards the palace.

Inside the palace, in the Imperial Study,

His Majesty Brad sat leaning back on his throne with a gloomy expression. His originally small eyes narrowed into slits, revealing a cold glint as he looked at the head of the Imperial Intelligence Department, who was kneeling before him, his face covered in sweat.

Grand Marshal Chernot and Chief of Staff Bernard sat to His Majesty Brad's left,

eyes closed in contemplation. The Left and Right Chancellors sat to His Majesty Brad's right, heads bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

The entire imperial study was eerily quiet.

"My Chief of Intelligence, what explanation do you have for those eighteen berserkers under Duke Huwei who can maintain a conscious state of madness?" His Majesty Brad's voice broke the silence, carrying a chilling undertone that sent a shiver down the spine of the kneeling Chief of Intelligence.

"Your Majesty... this subject... this subject doesn't know." The Chief of Intelligence immediately regretted his words. Even if he had to lie, he should at least have gotten away with it. To say he didn't know was a grave mistake.

Sure enough—

"Fine, fine, fine! The task I gave you, and you say you don't know? Didn't you say you had people watching Duke Huwei's mansion around the clock? How come you don't know? Huh? Speak! Explain to me why those eighteen berserkers can remain conscious after going berserk? What are those strange weapons? What martial arts techniques do they use? What formation are they using? Speak! Why aren't you saying anything?" His Majesty Brad was furious, grabbing a teacup from the white jade table and smashing it over the Chief of Intelligence's head.

The head of the Intelligence Bureau was instantly bleeding from a head wound, but dared not utter a sound, remaining kneeling there as tea and blood mingled and flowed down his forehead.

His Majesty Brad took a deep breath, calming his anger, and after a long while, stood up calmly. He walked to the head of the Intelligence Bureau, helped him up, and sincerely said, "I have been impolite, my dear minister, you have been wronged!"

"Your Majesty!" The head of the Intelligence Bureau felt his eyes welling up with tears, choking back sobs.

"Your loyalty is deeply gratifying to me. I hope you will continue to share my burdens!"

"Your subject will certainly die for Your Majesty!"

"My dear minister, go and rest. Come to the palace to see me if you have any intelligence."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After the head of the Intelligence Bureau left, His Majesty Brad's face turned grim. He asked the four people in the study, "What are your opinions, my four ministers?"

Chapter 139 The Ball

"Your Majesty! I believe this is a good thing!" Left Prime Minister Rams's eyes darted around as he stood up and said.

"Oh? Tell me your thoughts, Left Prime Minister," King Brad said, a strange glint in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, first of all, I congratulate you on acquiring such a formidable general. With a peerless warrior like Duke Tiger Might, Your Majesty's desire to expand your territory will soon be realized. Secondly, Your Majesty has finally found someone who can rival Duke Medusa. Although on the surface Duke Tiger Might's Yan Yun Mercenary Group defeated the Glory Mercenary Group and thus accepted it,

everyone with discerning eyes knows that the Glory Mercenary Group is controlled by Duke Medusa. In this way, Duke Tiger Might is disrespecting Duke Medusa, and a chasm has been created between them. If Your Majesty sows discord even slightly, Duke Tiger Might will completely side with Duke Medusa. In this way, no matter who wins in the end, Your Majesty will be the biggest winner!" Left Prime Minister Rams said cunningly.

"Indeed, your analysis is sound!" King Brad nodded, his eyes fixed on Right Prime Minister Gerhard.

"Your Majesty, I believe the Left Chancellor is right. Although Duke Huwei possesses unparalleled courage, his power is somewhat weak, making him unable to contend with the Medusa family. Therefore, if Duke Huwei could control the power of the Berserker clan, his bargaining chips would be much stronger, and he wouldn't lose too quickly in the confrontation with Duke Medusa." Right Chancellor Gerhard, seeing His Majesty Brad looking at him, quickly stood up and said.

"Yes, both of you are my trusted advisors, devoted to my cause. In recent years, the Medusa family has gradually grown in power, and I have always lacked a capable opponent. The appearance of Duke Tiger's Might is indeed a timely solution. However, have you considered that, aside from Duke Tiger's own strength, even Grand Marshal Cherno admitted that he was not confident of victory against him? If he were to gain control of the Berserker clan, would he become the second Duke Medusa after defeating the Medusa clan? Moreover, we do not know what method he used to keep the berserkers conscious while in a berserk state. And did you all notice? The strange weapons wielded by these eighteen berserkers are more suitable than giant axes. Coupled with the bizarre battle formation they formed, just eighteen berserkers utterly defeated the Glory Mercenary Group, which possessed three Sword Emperors, twenty-three Great Swordsmen, and forty-five Swordsmen, almost wiping them out!" His Majesty Brad said, opening his small eyes.

"Your Majesty, we are terrified! We almost ruined Your Majesty's important plans." The Left and Right Chancellors immediately apologized upon hearing Emperor Brad's words.

"Please sit down, my two ministers," Emperor Brad waved his hand and sat back on his throne.

"Grand Marshal, what do you think I should do?" Emperor Brad asked, glancing at Grand Marshal Cherno, who sat silently with his eyes closed.

"Your Majesty, in my experience, the formation of the eighteen berserkers under Grand Duke Tiger's command is extremely strange. In my entire life, I have witnessed countless battles, yet I have never seen even a similar formation. Moreover, this formation is both offensive and defensive, truly exquisite. As for its true mystery, one must experience it firsthand to understand," Grand Marshal Cherno said slowly, opening his eyes. Emperor

Brad nodded, gesturing for Grand Marshal Cherno to continue.

"Therefore, this old minister believes that Your Majesty might as well let Grand Duke Huwei train an army. That way..." Grand Marshal Cherno didn't finish his sentence, but any intelligent person would understand what he meant next.

"Indeed, just letting him train an army will suffice. But if he were to lead an army alone, I fear he might discover the spies I've planted and become disheartened." His Majesty Brad frowned.

"Your Majesty need not worry. As long as Your Majesty sends out an army completely loyal to you, even Grand Duke Huwei cannot possibly purge all the soldiers, right? In that case, every single one of them would be your spy." Seeing His Majesty Brad troubled, the Right Chancellor's eyes darted around before he spoke.

"You mean to have Grand Duke Huwei train the Black Iron Cavalry?" His Majesty Brad asked the Left Chancellor expressionlessly.

"Exactly." The Left Chancellor nodded.

"Oh." His Majesty Brad responded, and said nothing more.

The entire imperial study fell into a somber silence once more.

After a long pause, His Majesty Brad's voice broke the silence: "Let's wait a bit, we'll talk about this later."

Meanwhile, Qin Feng, who had just led eighteen berserkers back to the Tiger Might Duke's mansion with 133 million in gambling winnings, had barely sat down and hadn't even taken a sip of water when he heard the old butler, Loko, say: "Master, the Left Prime Minister's butler just delivered an invitation."

Qin Feng took the invitation and saw that it was the Left Prime Minister's granddaughter's birthday, so a ball was being held that evening, inviting a group of nobles from the capital. As a rising star of the empire, Qin Feng was naturally among those invited.

"Loco, get ready. We'll go to the banquet tonight. By the way, tell me about the requirements for this birthday party. I know absolutely nothing about it," Qin Feng said, taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, sir, let me first explain the etiquette for attending a birthday party..." Old Loco, as expected of an experienced butler, explained the rules of high society banquets to Qin Feng in detail, leaving Qin Feng's head spinning.

"Um, Loco, please take care of the gifts, clothing, and everything else. Oh, and get one for Tianxiong too. I'll take him to see it tonight." Finally, Qin Feng, his head spinning, had to stop Old Loco, who was about to continue lecturing.

"Sir, are you going to take Young Master Kuang with you?" Old Loco asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes, why? Is that not allowed?" Qin Feng asked, surprised.

"Uh, well, it's nothing, I'll go prepare right away." Old Loko hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to obey. Although there had never been a berserker in the history of the Empire's high society banquets, and although berserkers were always called barbarians by the nobles of high society, seeing Qin Feng's enthusiasm for these berserkers, he knew that even if he said it, Qin Feng would still stick to his way. A steward's job was to please the master; otherwise, what was the point of managing a household?

"Tianxiong, I think you've been out for quite a while now. Tomorrow, you brothers should go back to your tribe first and send over some of the food and other supplies that your tribe urgently needs. Give your chief a message, saying that I very much hope to meet him, but the current situation does not allow me to leave the capital, so please forgive me." Qin Feng pondered for a moment and said.

"Alright, we eighteen brothers have been out here for over two months now, and our families must be getting impatient. Boss, I'll take these brothers back tomorrow to tell my father and the clan elders about what we've gained this time," Kuang Tianxiong said, rubbing his bald head.

"Keep these cards safe. Go out and buy some things you like later. Oh, right, here are eighteen spatial rings, each with about three cubic meters of space. Take them and use them," Qin Feng said, taking out eighteen prepared spatial rings from his spatial bag.

"Ah, this little thing can hold three cubic meters of stuff?" Kuang Tianxiong took the spatial rings, looking at them from left to right, and asked.

Qin Feng smiled but didn't explain. He just let Kuang Tianxiong and the other eighteen try it out. As for their hilarious expressions and the funny things they did while shopping, Tiger won't go into detail here.

In the evening, Qin Feng, dressed in a white formal suit... A head of brilliant blond hair was casually tied back with a white ribbon. Behind him followed Kuang Tianxiong, dressed in a black samurai outfit. Although Kuang Tianxiong hadn't transformed, his two-and-a-half-meter height still made him look quite imposing. With his bald head, rugged face, and well-developed muscles, he looked exactly like a modern-day bodyguard.

Qin Feng led the berserker all the way to the Left Prime Minister's residence. Actually, the Tiger Might Duke's residence and the Left Prime Minister's residence weren't far apart, only two streets.

In front of the Left Prime Minister's residence, there were all sorts of carriages. Elegant gentlemen, arm in arm with stylishly dressed dance partners, calmly and composedly greeted each other with aristocratic etiquette.

"Boss, I~~~~~~I~~~~~" Kuang Tianxiong, following behind Qin Feng, said nervously.

"What's wrong?" Qin Feng turned around in surprise and asked Kuang Tianxiong behind him.

"Boss, I'm so nervous!" Kuang Tianxiong wiped the sweat from his bald head with his sleeve.

"Nervous? What's there to be nervous about? You're supposed to be a warrior of the Berserker Clan, and you're afraid of something this small?" Qin Feng deliberately spoke in a disdainful tone.

"I...I...I'm not afraid at all! It's just that this is my first time seeing something like this, so..." Kuang Tianxiong's face turned red as he argued.

"Since you're not afraid, let's go in." Qin Feng smiled and walked into the

Left Prime Minister's residence. Kuang Tianxiong gritted his teeth and followed.

"Lord Huwei has arrived!" The person in charge of receiving the distinguished guests was the Left Prime Minister's steward, an old man of about seventy or eighty years old, who looked quite frail. However, Qin Feng sensed something unusual about him. After a quick scan, he realized that he was a Sword Emperor-level expert!

Upon entering the Left Prime Minister's residence, Qin Feng, led by the Left Prime Minister's old steward, led Kuang Tianxiong to the hall where the ball was being held.

The hall was filled with laughter and chatter, as elegant ladies and gentlemen conversed happily.

However, with the old steward's announcement, the entire hall fell silent, all eyes turning to the indifferent Qin Feng.

Chapter 140 Reunion

"Your Grace!" A young nobleman of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, having recovered from his shock, stepped forward and respectfully performed a standard noble greeting to Qin Feng.

"May I ask your name?" Qin Feng returned the greeting calmly.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Qin Er, Director of the Imperial Livestock Bureau, and Lor, the second son of Earl Hussein. It is a great honor to meet you on this beautiful night. Your reputation makes even the barbarians of Hulan, thousands of miles away, tremble..." The young nobleman began a series of flattering remarks to Qin Feng without batting an eye. Although almost everything he said was true, it only deepened Kuang Tianxiong's admiration for Qin Feng.

The other noblemen who had originally wanted to greet Qin Feng stopped when they saw the young man talking to him.

"Lor, Lor..." Qin Feng suppressed the urge to punch the young man in the head and said calmly.

"You're too kind, Your Excellency. Just call me Lor." The young man gave an elegant bow.

"So, Lor... I think the ball is about to begin, isn't it?" Just as Qin Feng was about to blast the smiling young man to pieces with one punch, his spiritual energy suddenly surged. A quick scan with his divine sense revealed that the main character of the evening was about to arrive, so he spoke amiably to the young man (hereinafter referred to as Lor).

"Yes, it's Manina Felke, the granddaughter of the Left Prime Minister. She's a national beauty, known as one of the four golden flowers of the capital. Tsk tsk, countless playboys have fallen at her feet; she's a famous socialite in the capital." Lor whispered to Qin Feng, a lewd smile playing on his lips. Any man would understand the meaning behind that smile.

"Oh, really?" Qin Feng asked with an inscrutable smile, neither confirming nor denying.

"Of course." Lor, seeing Qin Feng's skepticism, seemed embarrassed and said seriously.

"So, tell me, who are the Four Beauties of the Capital?" Qin Feng asked, seemingly very interested, a lewd smile on his face. If it weren't for the cold, emotionless look deep in his eyes, almost everyone would think he was a lecher.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Your Excellency to be a fellow traveler. Let me introduce you. The first of the Four Beauties of the Capital is His Majesty the Emperor's eldest daughter, Princess Lily Zhang Chemostno Faradic. Princess Lily is aloof and beautiful. She never shows any interest in men. She is twenty-nine years old and still unmarried. She is a Grand Magus of the Wind element. She is the leader of the Four Beauties. Currently, she teaches at the Imperial Magic and Martial Arts Academy." Lor cleared his throat.

"The Imperial Magic and Martial Arts Academy, which is also the Mehes Magic and Martial Arts Academy?" The lewd expression on Qin Feng's face immediately disappeared. He seemed to be laughing at something, muttering to himself.

"This second golden flower~~~~~~" Loser, engrossed in his story, completely oblivious to Qin Feng's change in demeanor, continued his rambling tale of the romantic escapades that had circulated in the capital over the years.

Just then, a young woman in vibrant makeup appeared in the hall, arm in arm with the Left Prime Minister, and the entire hall fell silent.

The Left Prime Minister, upon entering, habitually glanced around the hall and, seeing Qin Feng standing in the corner, quickly approached. He gave Qin Feng a perfectly executed aristocratic bow and said, "Your Grace, it is a great honor to have you at my granddaughter's birthday ball."

Qin Feng had already noticed the Left Prime Minister even before he entered the hall; he had simply been preoccupied with his own thoughts. Realizing what was happening, he returned the bow, saying, "You're too kind, Your Grace."

"This is my granddaughter, Manina. I hope Your Grace will take good care of her in the future," the Left Prime Minister said, gesturing to the brightly dressed young woman behind him.

"Manina Felke greets His Majesty the Duke." The glamorous woman behind the Left Prime Minister stepped forward and gave Qin Feng a proper courtly bow. A fragrance that could arouse any lust wafted into Qin Feng's nostrils.

Qin Feng remained unmoved. He circulated his Azure Sky Force, immediately forcing the fragrance back three feet, and returned the bow, saying, "Miss Felke, you are too kind."

The glamorous woman (hereinafter referred to as Manina) looked up at Qin Feng, giving him a charming and alluring smile. Unfortunately, the Azure Sky Force that Qin Feng cultivated prioritized self-control. Qin Feng sneered inwardly. Using such a low level of seductive art? Could she be as alluring as the fox spirit Aini?

Although he deeply despised this woman, Qin Feng maintained his composure.

Qin Feng didn't bother introducing Kuang Tianxiong behind him, and the Left Prime Minister and Manina clearly looked down on the lowly barbarian, allowing Kuang Tianxiong to make things peaceful.

Just then, the voice of the Left Prime Minister's steward, responsible for receiving guests, rang out in the hall: "Princess Lily of the Empire has arrived!"

Upon hearing this news, the reactions of the people in the hall varied. The gentlemen involuntarily revealed an expectant look on their faces, while the ladies' expressions changed, turning somewhat jealous, but quickly transforming into a repulsive fawning.

Manina, standing before Qin Feng, looked overjoyed. She gave Qin Feng a slight apology and, leaving a trail of fragrance, ran towards the hall's entrance, leaving the Left Prime Minister awkwardly smiling at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng smiled indifferently, but a glance at the entrance froze his smile.

Two stunningly beautiful women appeared at the door. One was Manina, and beside her, in a long white dress, with flowing black hair, a graceful figure, slightly upturned eyebrows, and phoenix eyes carrying a hint of coldness, she was none other than the white-clad woman Qin Feng had been unable to forget since their encounter on the street!

The entire hall fell eerily silent, save for heavy breathing.

The Left Prime Minister glanced at Qin Feng's face out of the corner of his eye, taking in his expression. He sighed inwardly, "Even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman, huh?" It seemed the task His Majesty had assigned him could be completed.

Qin Feng's mind flashed back to their encounter on the street that day. He had thought he would never see her again, but he hadn't expected her to be the Empire's eldest princess!

Standing at the entrance of the hall, Princess Lily Chemersteino Faradic seemed to sense something and looked in Qin Feng's direction.

Instantly, their eyes met for the second time.

At this moment, Qin Feng lost all sense of time and space, as if everything around him had vanished, and his world consisted only of her.

Princess Lily also seemed lost in Qin Feng's gaze, which seemed to be entangled with destiny, forgetting everything for a moment.

The gentlemen who had been watching Princess Lily noticed that her gaze was fixed on one spot. They all looked in the same direction and, seeing Qin Feng gazing so tenderly at Princess Lily, were filled with rage, yet dared not show it. After all, Qin Feng was known as the "God of Slaughter," capable of slaughtering countless armies!

Just as Qin Feng was immersed in this beautiful moment, unwilling to wake up, an untimely voice startled him from his tender reverie.

"Your Grace, Duke~~~~~~~~" The Left Prime Minister wanted to say something, but could no longer speak. His sparse hair was now covered in sweat, and he stared at Qin Feng in horror.

Disturbed, Qin Feng was filled with boundless rage. The aura he had honed during his suicide attempt instantly filled the entire hall, causing the surrounding air to drop sharply. These delicate young masters and ladies felt as if they were in an ice cellar, and most importantly, a nameless fear rose within them, as if their lives were in Qin Feng's hands. The

entire hall fell into a deathly silence. It was as if the end of the world had arrived.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's imposing aura vanished, replaced by a look of concern on his face as he gazed at Princess Lily, who stood at the hall's entrance, gritting her teeth and persevering.

The crowd, relieved as if granted a reprieve, felt as if they had just escaped hell, gasping for breath and staring at Qin Feng with fear in their eyes.

"This...this..." Even the usually cunning Left Prime Minister was speechless in the face of Qin Feng's current state.

"Left Prime Minister, isn't the ball about to begin?" Qin Feng circulated his Azure Sky Force, calming his turbulent energy, and asked in an unyielding voice.

"Of course, the ball is about to begin." The Left Prime Minister wiped the sweat from his brow and fled from Qin Feng as if escaping.

Instantly, the area within a few meters of Qin Feng was empty, except for Kuang Tianxiong, who was straining himself to maintain his strength.

After Qin Feng's outburst, everyone seemed somewhat apprehensive, and the ball began under a tense atmosphere.

Fortunately, the Left Prime Minister was a smooth talker, and with the deliberate efforts of Manina, a beautiful woman skilled at lightening the mood, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

After letting the big guy, Kuang Tianxiong, move around freely, Qin Feng casually found a place to sit in the hall, watching Princess Lily's every move with undiminished eyes, a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Going into heat, going into heat, Qin boy, going into heat, oh, you actually have your eye on that woman in the white dress, or rather, a princess~~~~~tsk tsk, she seems pretty good-looking~~~~~~~" As Qin Feng was watching Princess Lily, he suddenly received a very lewd spiritual energy message from Tiger Soul.

Normally, Qin Feng would have argued with Tiger Soul for a long time, but today, unexpectedly, he ignored Tiger Soul's teasing and smiled at Princess Lily.

Suddenly, Qin Feng's smile froze, for he saw a handsome man approach Princess Lily, who was sitting alone, and invite her to dance.

Qin Feng's Azure Sky Force surged, a murderous intent rising within him; it seemed he would kill the man the moment Princess Lily agreed.

After Princess Lily coldly refused the handsome man's invitation, fearing something else might happen, Qin Feng rose and walked towards Princess Lily, who was also sitting alone. As he drew closer to Princess Lily, Qin Feng felt his usually cold self blush, his heart inexplicably racing, and he could even feel his head turning red from the rush of blood. Many people assumed that Qin Feng, as a space pirate

reincarnated from the 23rd century , must be extremely lewd—well, at least someone who had seen the world. In fact, the first rule of the Azure Sky Force that Qin Feng had cultivated since childhood was: "Those who have not reached the seventh level, do not approach women; otherwise, the woman will surely be drawn out and die." So Qin Feng, who had been self-taught since childhood, safely followed the advice in the "Martial Arts Manual," diligently practicing and avoiding women. Furthermore, since his debut, he had lived a life of evading the federal government's pursuit and diligently practicing martial arts, never encountering a woman he desired. In short, he was a naive novice. Fortunately, Qin Feng's skill had reached a high level, and his mind was exceptionally firm. After slightly circulating the Azure Sky Technique within his body, he calmed his restless emotions, smiled slightly, remembered what Old Locke had taught him, and gave a somewhat imperfect gentlemanly bow to Princess Lily, who sat alone and slightly forlorn, saying, "Beautiful Princess, would Tagore have the honor of inviting you to dance?" The white-clad princess raised her cold and aloof face, about to refuse again, when she suddenly realized that the one inviting her to dance was actually Qin Feng! A blush quickly flashed across Princess Lily's cheeks. She took a deep breath, gently placed her right hand in Qin Feng's outstretched palm, and said softly, "It is my honor, Your Grace."

A slight, electric-like sensation traveled from their fingertips, causing their hearts to skip a beat simultaneously.

Qin Feng smiled, leading his dream girl onto the dance floor amidst the envious gazes of almost all the male guests.

The guests returned to their seats, their eyes filled with jealousy, malice, and even a hint of anticipation.

Suddenly, Qin Feng realized he seemed completely unfamiliar with the dances of this world! Even the memories of the original Ninth Prince, which he had absorbed, contained no recollection of these dances. A wave of anxiety washed over him.

Princess Lily looked at the man holding her hand; he wasn't exactly handsome, but possessed a unique charisma that strongly resembled someone from her memories. Then, Princess Lily smiled bitterly. This renowned Duke Huwei was a full thirteen years younger than her!

The other guests, seeing that Qin Feng and his companion hadn't started yet, and Qin Feng's anxious expression, felt a surge of schadenfreude, though they refrained from expressing it out of fear of Qin Feng's reputation.

Qin Feng looked at the bitter smile on the beautiful woman's lips and felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart. A strange memory flashed through his mind: he seemed to have seen a very unique dance from the 21st century while reviewing old documents.

Just as Princess Lily was lost in her memories, silently grieving, and the male and female guests were waiting to see her make a fool of herself, Qin Feng moved.

With a beautiful arc, he tossed Princess Lily into the air, eliciting screams from the onlookers, including the Left Prime Minister who jumped to his feet in alarm.

Suddenly realizing her feet were dangling in mid-air, Princess Lily suppressed the urge to scream. Just as she was about to use magic to slow her fall, she felt a sudden tightening around her waist, and a heavy, bloody masculine scent assaulted her sensitive nose.

"Follow my steps." Princess Lily felt a light tickle on her ear, and her body involuntarily followed the man holding her.

The guests in their seats stared wide-eyed at the dance floor, watching a dance they had never seen before.

Tango, originating in Argentina, was fast-paced, elegant, and passionately performed.

Princess Lily, as expected of a clever woman, gradually became familiar with the rhythm and steps of the tango after a brief period of passivity, and began to dance along with Qin Feng.

A crossover, a kick, a jump, a spin—the two moved with increasing harmony. Closely pressed together, using each other for support, they seemed like spirits free to roam the heavens, dancing according to the trajectory of their souls.

They seemed to forget the presence of everyone else, gazing intently at each other, dancing with abandon, as if piercing through millennia of destiny, seeing the imprint deep within each other's souls.

The joys and sorrows of the mortal world

, and your tender wandering,

pierce through the desolate green mountains.

Your dreams, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, soar.

This life is driven mad by you; this love is unparalleled. The shadow of the

sword water

—the past is the past.

If there is still tender wandering , the withered

face

is unforgettable…

The two, as if possessed, were deeply immersed in a realm that was both an illusion and not an illusion. Yet, their movements remained unaffected, like butterflies flitting among flowers, tracing perfect, lingering paths.

After a long while, as everyone watched in rapt attention, Qin Feng gently spun around, embracing Princess Lily, and stopped in the center of the dance floor.

The two hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end. Perhaps, as the philosophers said, silence speaks louder than words; gazing at each other, they forgot everything else.

Perhaps due to her inherent feminine shyness and sensitivity, Princess Lily was the first to snap out of her ambiguous feelings. She gently struggled against Qin Feng's embrace, her awkward expression fleeting before she regained her princessly composure.

"Your Grace, are you not going to escort me back to my seat?" Looking at Qin Feng, who was still standing there in a daze, not at all as cold as rumored, but more like a novice in love, Princess Lily couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh, oh, I'm very sorry, Your Highness, I'll escort you back right away." Realizing what was happening, Qin Feng reached out to take the princess's delicate white hand, but grasped only empty air.

"Your Grace, please." Princess Lily's hand traced a light path, subtly avoiding Qin Feng's outstretched hand, and she performed a courtly curtsy.

Qin Feng assumed it was a coincidence and didn't think much of it. Amidst the envious and ardent gazes of the ladies, he escorted Princess Lily to her seat and then returned to his own.

The ball reached its climax with a duet between Qin Feng and Princess Lily. The self-proclaimed gentlemen then stepped forward to invite their goddess, only to be coldly rejected by Princess Lily.

However, they were merely making a fool of themselves. Some of the noble ladies weren't so lucky when they tried to invite Qin Feng to dance. With their view of Princess Lily blocked by these women of varying shapes and sizes, Qin Feng suddenly glared, a murderous aura emanating from him as he struck the women blocking his way, scaring them half to death. Fortunately, Qin Feng continued to watch his princess after they moved aside; otherwise, blood might have truly been spilled on the spot.

Qin Feng watched her retreating figure until it disappeared from sight before standing up, feeling a sense of loss, realizing the ball was over.

"She's already gone?" Qin Feng muttered to himself. Then, his gaze swept across the hall, and he recognized a familiar face—the gossipy Viscount Lor, the one from the beginning.

While chatting idly with a beautiful, busty, and slender noblewoman, Lor suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. A completely emotionless voice rang out, as if a wrong answer would send him to hell: "Where does Princess Lily teach?"

Lor shuddered and answered without thinking, "Mehes Magic and Martial Arts Academy!"

After a "thank you," the overwhelming pressure vanished instantly, leaving Viscount Lor drenched in cold sweat.

Qin Feng found Kuang Tianxiong in a corner. If one had to describe Kuang Tianxiong's current state, it would be: comical.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall Kuang Tianxiong was covered in lipstick marks, especially on his bald head where several bright red marks were more prominent. Seeing Qin Feng was like seeing a savior; he excitedly grabbed Qin Feng and said, "Boss, you've finally come to save me! If you hadn't come, I would have been eaten by these tigers!"

"Tigers?" Qin Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes, my father told me that women are tigers! Look, if I weren't so big, I might have been swallowed whole long ago," Kuang Tianxiong said, pointing to the lip prints on his face and head.

Qin Feng chuckled; this berserker was truly adorable!

While the capital was filled with peace and celebration, a fierce battle between uncle and nephew was unfolding on the distant Keqin Grassland. The reason?

Right Wise King Tulamu, defeated and forced to retreat, had forged a Khan's edict, declaring himself the new Khan of Hulan. Crown Prince Hushu, dissatisfied, ambushed Tulamu near the site of his inauguration ceremony. Taking advantage of Tulamu's overconfidence, they launched a surprise attack, killing Right Wise King Tulamu and seizing the Khanate of Hulan.

Hushu's actions inadvertently thwarted Qin Feng's plan to deliberately release Tulamu back to Hulan to incite internal strife and weaken the kingdom.

Inside the Hulan royal court, the new Great Khan, Hushu, sat on his still-warm throne. He glanced at his trusted confidants and the newly subjugated subordinates of the former Right Wise King, Tulamu, and asked in a deep voice, "How exactly did Father Khan die? How could even the Blood Wolf Banner be lost? Baturuliksi was already a mid-level Sword Emperor; even a Saint-level expert could have held out until Father Khan's departure!"

"Great Khan, that was indeed the situation. Baturuliksi did his best to stop that demon, but truly, truly he couldn't even withstand half a move. The former Khan, along with the Blood Wolf Banner, was cut in two," a former subordinate of Tulamu answered tremblingly.

"Is that so?" Hushu replied expressionlessly, neither confirming nor denying.

A chilling silence fell over the tent.

Chapter 142 You Are My Teacher,

Mehes Magic and Martial Arts Academy Dean's Office.

"Master Bernard, then I'll trouble you." Qin Feng stood up and gave a noble bow to the Grand Master of the Mehes Empire, who sat at the Dean's desk looking dejected.

"Your Grace, are you really sure you want to go to the Academy's Magic Department? With your martial arts skills, if you go to the Martial Arts Department..." Archmage Bernard said with one last effort.

"Of course, do you think those teachers in the Martial Arts Department can teach me anything?" Qin Feng said without any modesty. Indeed, Qin Feng's title was earned through military merit, and how could he have obtained such merit without exceptional martial arts skills? Now that he already possessed such superb martial arts skills, why would he need to learn the skills of those inferior to him?

"Alright, well, I'll do my best. To show my respect for you, I will personally teach you..." Master Bernard reluctantly compromised, but was interrupted before he could finish.

“Your Excellency, you are burdened with official duties, there’s no need for you to go to such lengths for me. Hmm, I heard that Princess Lily also teaches at the Ministry of Magic, so… um… could you perhaps transfer me to her class?” Qin Feng asked, slightly nervously.

“Oh? Princess Lily? Hmm, haha… it seems the rumors in the capital these past few days weren’t entirely unfounded… Alright, since Your Excellency is so ‘eager to learn,’ I’ll make the arrangements. However, it seems Princess Lily will be representing His Majesty to go to the north tomorrow to comfort the people suffering in this war, so you’d better… hurry up and go.” Master Bernard laughed heartily, then seemed to remember something and said to Qin Feng.

“Oh? Okay, thank you for the reminder, Your Excellency. I’ll go to class now.” Qin Feng, somewhat anxious, stood up to take his leave.

“Good, go ahead. Remember, in the third year of Magic, Class One.” Master Bernard nodded, giving Qin Feng a final reminder.

Leaving the Dean's office, Qin Feng seemed to rise with a gentle breeze, carrying him like lightning towards the Magic Department's teaching building. Simultaneously, his Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique was fully activated, his divine sense expanding, and the entire school's scene flashed through his mind.

"Hmm, over here." Qin Feng stood at the foot of the Magic Department's teaching building for less than a second before vanishing in a flash, appearing a moment later in front of a large classroom on the third floor.

Even before entering, he smelled a faint fragrance. Qin Feng turned and stood in the doorway, politely addressing Princess Lily, who

was lecturing on magic from the podium, "Hello, teacher. I'm new here, may I come in?" "You...please come in." Princess Lily, who had been calmly lecturing, was startled for a moment, then quickly regained her composure and said calmly.

Qin Feng entered the classroom, sat down in an empty seat in the last row, and smiled at the slightly awkward Princess Lily on the podium, completely ignoring the girl throwing him flirtatious glances.

A strange atmosphere descended upon the classroom. The teacher on the podium, perhaps momentarily flustered, continued lecturing, but even she seemed lost in thought, unsure of what she was saying. Qin Feng, sitting in the last row, wasn't listening to Princess Lily's lesson at all; he was simply staring at her, at the glimpses of her pearly white teeth, the gentle sway of her long hair, the subtle anger and shyness in her eyes, and so on…

As for the other students, most of the boys were distracted by Princess Lily's slightly effeminate demeanor, while most of the girls were staring at the new boy who had just arrived. For a moment, the classroom was eerily quiet, except for the bewildered Princess Lily continuing her rambling.

Finally, class ended. Princess Lily, as if relieved, picked up her textbook and turned to flee from the familiar podium, but unexpectedly, a voice she least wanted to hear came from behind her—

"Teacher Lily, would you mind if I walked you home?"

Qin Feng smiled and stood three feet behind her, full of expectation.

“Thank you, Tagore! But I think my carriage will be here soon, so I won’t trouble you any further.” Princess Lily turned around, smiling as she declined, emphasizing the word “classmate.”

“Well then, goodbye, and have a safe journey north.” Qin Feng shrugged, looking regretful.

“Goodbye!” Princess Lily said, turning and hurrying away, leaving Qin Feng alone.

“Haha~~~~ Qin kid got his comeuppance, hehe, this is the first time I’ve ever known you to have suffered such a setback, haha, in your human terms, lovers become idiots.” Tiger Soul’s spiritual energy suddenly surged, striking. “

That’s more interesting. I want her to know that no matter where she runs, she’ll eventually have to obediently return to me and submit to me!” Qin Feng pinched his smooth chin.

"She's your teacher! You lewd bastard! How could you do something so disrespectful to your teacher?"

"Teacher? Then she'll be your teacher!" Qin Feng said calmly, his previously gentle eyes turning cold. Back at the mansion, Qin Feng suddenly felt the entire duke's residence was incredibly desolate. When the eighteen berserkers were there, their shouts during training and their hearty laughter could be heard from time to time. Now that they had returned to their tribe, the duke's residence had returned to its original somber atmosphere, and a feeling of loneliness and isolation arose within him.

Once a person gets used to liveliness, they can no longer adapt to loneliness. Qin Feng sat expressionlessly in his seat, pondering the events of the past few days. Suddenly, a shrill voice came from the gate— "His Majesty has decreed, Duke Tiger Might, receive the decree!" Qin Feng gently put down his teacup, and without any visible movement, appeared in the courtyard not far from the gate in the blink of an eye. "Your subject Tagore receives the decree!" " Duke Tiger Might, Tagore, is hereby granted the title of Grand Commander of the Black Iron Cavalry. I will personally inspect the appointment three months later. I hope you will not fail my high expectations." After Qin Feng saw off the eunuch who had come to deliver the decree, a sinister smile appeared on his lips. "That Qin brat is going to harm someone again~~~ Someone's going to be in trouble~~ Oh dear~ That Qin brat is going to scheme against someone again~~~" Tiger Soul's slightly excited spiritual energy fluctuations emanated. Since he has given me so many elite soldiers, then His Majesty Brad, I, Qin Feng, will not be polite. Of course, I will not teach them the Arhat Formation you desire. I will teach them the Qinghe Charge Formation, which is more suitable for their cavalry. Hehe~~~ The Black Iron Cavalry, the first legion of Mehes, with 30,000 men, is one of the four major cavalry legions on the continent. Just like the Golden Lion Knights of the Great Qin, which are directly under the Qin King, they are the armed forces directly under His Majesty the Emperor of Mehes.

The members of the Black Iron Cavalry share a striking characteristic: they are all orphans! The orphanages of the Mehes Empire are maintained by the royal family, taking in tens of thousands of orphans of all kinds each year. Once they reach the appropriate age, they are sent to a secluded place for ten years of special training.

Up to 50,000 orphans are sent there annually, but no more than 1,000 emerge after ten years! Every Black Iron Cavalry trainee who emerges from that mysterious place reaches the level of a Silver Knight.

More importantly, these Black Iron Cavalry members are instilled with loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor from a young age. Some even suspect that the royal family has manipulated their brains, as there has never been a single member betraying the Black Iron Cavalry in its thousands of years of history.

Early the next morning, Qin Feng arrived at the North Gate. Princess Lily was setting off to the north to appease the people, and they wouldn't see each other for several months. Therefore, Qin Feng, a novice in matters of the heart, awkwardly came to see her off.

As a troop of valiant cavalry in gleaming armor led the way, Qin Feng spotted a magnificent carriage approaching from afar, meticulously protected.

He didn't approach to greet them, simply standing and watching quietly.

A breeze stirred the curtain on the carriage, revealing a delicate, fair face, and a pair of haughty yet icy eyes that seemed to be searching for something through the gaps.

Inadvertently, their eyes met again. This time, without the lingering gaze of the previous two times, their emotions flowed like a silent stream: "

Waiting for me?" "Yes, waiting for you."

"Thank you for

a safe journey!"

Qin Feng smiled slightly, watching the troop gradually disappear into the distance, then turned and walked towards the Black Iron Cavalry's encampment, facing the rising sun.

"Oh, what a touching display of affection! Damn it, Qin kid, I'm so lonely! When are you going to find me a tigress to comfort my heart, which has been lonely for tens of thousands of years?" Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations inappropriately interrupted Qin Feng's reverie.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and coldly said, "Want to find a tigress? Forget it, wait until you can get out and become a physical entity. Even if you find one now, what can you do? Do you expect her to masturbate for you? How boring!"

"You Qin kid, I'm not finished with you!" Tiger Soul threatened angrily, having been hit where it hurt.

"Want to get out sooner? Want to become a physical entity sooner?" Qin Feng's lips curled slightly, completely ignoring Tiger Soul's near-rage, and a spiritual energy fluctuation was transmitted to him.

"Yes! Uh, hey, tell me what you want me to do. You won't be that kind. Sigh, I got on the wrong ship, and now I can't get off." Tiger Soul sighed, his former arrogance completely gone.

"Cooperate with me later, I'm afraid my mental energy isn't enough," Qin Feng said calmly.

"Cooperate with you? You mean...you mean...wow, that's too harsh! That old man is the father of the woman you love, isn't he?"

"Stop talking nonsense, will you help or not?"

"Help, help, help! What does other people's business have to do with me? Just remember what you promised me! Sigh, I can already imagine that old man's regretful face, hehe."

Chapter 143 Black Iron Cavalry

As soon as Qin Feng entered the gate, a full 30,000 waves of mental energy filled with destructive desire rushed straight towards him.

Good heavens, trying to give me a hard time as soon as I entered? But why is this mental energy full of destructive aura, I can't find a trace of life? A cold smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips, he didn't take these attacking mental energies seriously at all, he activated the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique, and Qin Feng's mental energy instantly turned into a sea, swallowing all the attacking mental energy cleanly.

Qin Feng strolled to the training ground of the encampment. Below him stood a densely packed 30,000 black-armored knights, all expressionless, staring ahead as if devoid of soul.

The first three knights, clad in black armor with a gold star embroidered on their chests, watched Qin Feng walk towards the command platform with serious expressions.

Something was amiss. Qin Feng frowned slightly, sending a message to Tiger Soul with his mental energy before ascending to the command platform.

Looking around, the entire training ground stretched out before him, yet Qin Feng felt an unsettling deathly aura. Apart from the first three, who still seemed like individuals, the others were indistinguishable from corpses.

"Qin boy, I have some incredibly good news for you!" Suddenly, Tiger Soul's mental energy surged.

Qin Feng didn't react, raising an eyebrow, waiting for Tiger Soul to continue.

"Heh heh, let me tell you, these 30,000 men, except for the first three, have all been branded with some kind of mental control imprint." Tiger Soul deliberately paused. As if trying to whet Qin Feng's appetite, Hu Po said,

"Busty type? Seductive type? Innocent type? Reserved type? What kind of tigress should I choose for you? Headache, forget it, I won't choose." Qin Feng pretended to have a headache.

"Uh... reserved type is better, it feels better. Hehe..." Hu Po lewdly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and emitted a wave of mental energy.

"No problem, but..."

"Uh, Qin kid. Let me tell you the truth. It's extremely difficult for others to be mentally restricted by the earth for these 30,000 people. In fact, apart from the first person, no one can change it, but you are an exception. Hey, your Heaven and Earth Shattering Technique is really powerful. Even I am ashamed of myself. The kid who created this technique can be said to be a genius."

"Get to the point, don't give me nonsense, tell me. How can I control these 30,000 people?" Qin Feng interrupted Hu Po's rambling.

"First, control those three below and imprint your mark on their minds. That way, you'll control them for now. Then, erase the marks on the remaining 30,000 people's minds and imprint your mark on them."

"Why control those three first?"

"They're their leaders. In other words, the person controlling their minds must ensure these 30,000 soldiers' absolute obedience to those three, so we must control the first three first."

"If I erase the mental imprints from their heads, will the person controlling them notice?"

"Tch, that little piece of trash can't compare to you. He mainly used drugs and constant mental interference to barely imprint such faint marks on their minds. It's nothing compared to you directly modifying their soul imprints. And most importantly, because of the excessive drugs, many of their true natures have been suppressed. If you can change their soul imprints, you can restore their true nature. Aside from absolute loyalty to you, they'll be no different from ordinary people!"

"So, I'm saving them too, huh?" Qin Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"The three vice commanders, state your names!" Qin Feng's words carried an invisible force, echoing throughout the entire training ground.

"Black Iron Cavalry Vice Commander Zozor Takut greets Your Excellency!" The middle vice commander of the three Black Iron Cavalry saluted upon hearing Qin Feng's command.

"Black Iron Cavalry Vice Commander Figo Sparta greets Your Excellency!"

"Black Iron Cavalry Vice Commander Zida Banta greets Your Excellency!"

Zozor's two vice commanders on either side followed suit, saluting Qin Feng.

Then, the three simultaneously closed their eyes, and the thirty thousand Black Iron Cavalry behind them shouted in unison, "Greetings, Your Excellency!"

Just as Tiger Soul had predicted, the entire Black Iron Cavalry was under the control of these three. Presumably, all three were also under His Majesty Brad's control. Thinking this, Qin Feng's face twisted into a sinister smile. His originally bright eyes became hazy, carrying a strange, eerie light, as if he were in a dreamlike, ethereal realm.

"Zozor, Figo, Zida, you three may rise!" Qin Feng's voice softened, gently reaching the three men's ears, causing them to involuntarily raise their heads to look at him.

Upon seeing him, they were captivated by his eyes. In that hazy state, they forgot themselves, forgot everything, and drifted into a drowsy state.

In truth, with Qin Feng's current level, he no longer needed to rely on his eyes to unleash the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique. However, encountering this situation for the first time, Qin Feng dared not be careless and used the safest method to slowly infiltrate the three men's minds.

After a short while, Qin Feng let out a soft breath. His previously hazy and eerie eyes gradually cleared, and he looked at Zozor, Figo, and Zidane with a captivating smile.

A few breaths later, the three also came to their senses.

"Master!"

Their demeanor was completely different now. Upon seeing Qin Feng, they naturally knelt down and bowed deeply, calling out.

"No need! Keep your men under control. I still need to cast a spell!" Qin Feng said calmly.

"Yes!" the three replied, rising and closing their eyes.

A faint smile remained on Qin Feng's face as he unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique to its peak, controlling all his spiritual energy to transform it into a sky-covering spiritual energy shield, enveloping the 30,000 mentally dull soldiers in the training ground.

After a long while, a fine layer of sweat appeared on Qin Feng's face. The faint smile vanished, replaced by a solemn expression, and his chest began to heave. Clearly, he was already at the peak of his power.

Qin Feng was currently in an extremely dangerous situation. Even a three-year-old child could easily cause him to suffer a qi deviation, go insane, and die.

A short while later, Qin Feng began to tremble violently. A look of pain crossed his face, and beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding down his cheeks with his trembling.

Just then, a spatial rift opened beside him, and a golden halberd with an eerie, blood-red luster suddenly appeared, hovering above his head. This was the Tiger Soul, transformed from a six-foot-long sword into the halberd!

Immediately, an unseen, immense spiritual energy flowed from the Tiger Soul into Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, replenishing his depleted spiritual energy.

With the Tiger Soul's assistance, the pain on Qin Feng's face gradually subsided, and he calmed down.

A few more moments passed. Qin Feng, who had been casting a spell with his eyes closed, opened them. His once vibrant eyes had dimmed considerably, appearing somewhat weary.

"Thank you!" Qin Feng laughed, gripping the halberd above his head.

"Thank you my foot! Are you tired of living? You actually wanted to take on the mental seas of 30,000 people all by yourself? If I hadn't discovered you early and gotten out in time, you'd have gone mad and become an idiot!"

"I still have you as my backup, don't I? But at the beginning, didn't I withstand their combined mental attack of 30,000 people? Why can't I now?" Qin Feng asked, somewhat puzzled.

"At the beginning, it was just a probing attack. You were trying to forcibly alter the imprints in their mental seas! Of course, they would gather all their mental energy to resist you! The mental energy used here is completely disproportionate! If you're so tough, try altering them all at once! Don't you know you can alter a thousand people a day? I really doubt your brain!" Tiger Soul continued to roar.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Qin Feng didn't argue, but simply gripped the halberd tightly.

This, perhaps, is what friendship feels like.

After a long while, a thunderous roar echoed across the training ground—

"Greetings, Master!"

The 30,000 Black Iron Cavalry, gradually regaining their senses, all knelt down with a "boom," kowtowing to Qin Feng.

"Rise! Zozor, Figo, Zida, prepare the troops!" Qin Feng circulated his Azure Sky Force throughout his body, his fatigue vanishing, and commanded the three deputy commanders.

"Yes!" the three below responded with a thunderous roar.

Looking at the 30,000 newly transformed Black Iron Cavalry soldiers below, a vibrant vitality and a chilling aura, two seemingly contradictory forces, emanated harmoniously from the soldiers on the training ground.

"Reporting to Master! The 30,000 Black Iron Cavalry have completed their preparations!" Zozor, high above Qin Feng, bowed.

"Good! From now on, you no longer need to call me Master, just call me Grand Commander! Understand?" Qin Feng frowned and ordered.

"Yes, Grand Commander!" The 30,000 soldiers immediately responded in unison on the training ground.

Looking at this imposing, well-armored, and utterly commanding force, Qin Feng felt a pang of pain in his heart. How similar this scene was! Back in the Western Camp of the Great Qin Capital, weren't the three thousand Yan Yun Guards just like that? But…

the Yan Yun Guards, I will rebuild them sooner or later! King Qin, the time to repay what you owe me is fast approaching!

Chapter 144 The Four Directions in Turmoil

Emperor Brad of the Empire sat expressionlessly on his throne, squinting his small eyes at the Left Prime Minister who was speaking below.

“…Your Majesty, therefore, this old minister believes that we should do our utmost to win over Duke Huwei! Moreover, this old minister seems to see that Duke Huwei has a somewhat unusual affection for Her Majesty the Eldest Princess, Your Majesty might…” The Left Prime Minister didn't finish, but the meaning was clear. Those present were all astute individuals who naturally understood perfectly.

"Does my esteemed minister mean that I wish to marry Princess Lily to Duke Huwei?" His Majesty Brad asked casually, but before the Left Prime Minister could answer, he continued,

"According to your analysis, marrying Lily to Tagore would indeed be a good idea. However, today Duke Medusa submitted a memorial, proposing marriage to my eldest daughter Lily on behalf of his eldest son, Nick Medusa!"

The imperial study fell silent. The two prime ministers, seated on their seats, exchanged glances and remained silent.

Nick Medusa, Duke Medusa's eldest son, was thirty years old, a Sword Emperor-level expert, and possessed a level nine magical pet, an underage Medusa! He was gentle and refined, and half a year ago, during his visit to the capital, he fell in love with Princess Lily at first sight. After being rejected, he vowed to marry her.

"My two esteemed ministers are my pillars of support. Tell me, who should I marry my eldest princess to?" His Majesty Brad asked, seeing that neither the Left nor Right Prime Ministers spoke.

"Your Majesty, I believe this is your family matter, and we should not interfere," said the Left Prime Minister.

"Indeed, Your Majesty, this is your family matter, and we should absolutely not get involved," echoed the Right Prime Minister.

After all, one side was one of the four ancient golden noble families of the continent, a family that had survived for millennia, enduring the rise and fall of several dynasties—something they could not contend with.

The other side was the empire's once-in-a-millennium "God of Slaughter," who not only slaughtered 50,000 Hulan Iron Cavalry in one battle but also beheaded the Hulan Khan for the first time in history. Such a person, once enraged, could even massacre an entire city. They did not want to have their livelihood chopped off by the enraged Qin Feng. Therefore, they simply passed this difficult problem back to His Majesty Brad.

"My two ministers need not worry. Today's words came from your mouths and are subject to my ears!" But His Majesty Brad did not let them off the hook. He continued to ask.

"This..." The Left and Right Chancellors exchanged a glance, hesitated for a moment, and finally, as if having made up their minds, the Left Chancellor nodded to the Right Chancellor, rose, and said to His Majesty Brad:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for asking a question."

"Please ask, my dear minister."

"If Your Majesty had a treasure to sell, a very attractive treasure, but two very powerful buyers who both wanted to purchase it, what would Your Majesty do?" the Left Chancellor asked softly.

"In that case, I would let them bid, and the highest bidder would win!" His Majesty Brad replied after a moment's thought.

"Then, Your Majesty, why not release the news that both Duke Huwei and Duke Medusa's eldest sons want to marry the Princess? This way...

and since Your Majesty has decided on a strategy of driving away the wolves and tigers, this would be a perfect opportunity to fan the flames. In my humble opinion, while Duke Medusa's eldest son is extraordinary, he is still no match for Duke Huwei. However, if Duke Huwei were to face the entire Medusa family, I would still favor the Medusa family, as a golden noble family with a history of ten thousand years." The Left Prime Minister stated his thoughts.

"Hmm, the Left Prime Minister is right! Right Prime Minister, what is your suggestion?" His Majesty Brad nodded and glanced at the Right Prime Minister sitting in his seat.

"Your Majesty, the Left Prime Minister's words just now are exactly what I was thinking. However, I would like to add that, comparatively speaking, Your Majesty should be especially wary of Duke Huwei." The Right Prime Minister stood up and said.

"Oh? Tell me, why should we be wary of Tagore?" His Majesty Brad's eyes, which had been narrowed, suddenly opened, then narrowed again.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to analyze this:

First, Duke Huwei's origins are highly suspicious. He rose to prominence like a comet; no one knows where he came from or what his relatives are. Moreover, upon his appearance, he slew Hulan Khan, seized the Blood Moon Wolf Banner, and became the youngest nobleman in the empire's history.

Second, the most unruly and barbaric berserkers, known as barbarians, are completely obedient to him. More importantly, Duke Huwei seems to possess a method to keep berserkers sane, yet he has not truthfully reported this to Your Majesty!

Third, he is an expert in combat..." "A formation! With just a strange formation, eighteen berserkers who had reached the level of Grand Swordsmen after their berserk transformation managed to wipe out the Glory Mercenary Group, which boasted three Sword Emperors and over twenty Grand Swordsmen! Such a powerful battle formation is something even the veteran ministers and the Grand Marshal, who has spent his entire life on the battlefield, have never seen before. It's highly suspicious!

Finally, why did Duke Tiger Might choose this crucial moment to express his feelings for Princess Lily? Is it a coincidence, or…?"

His Majesty Brad's face grew increasingly dark as the Right Chancellor spoke, eventually turning a deep ashen blue. After

a long silence, His Majesty Brad slowly asked, "Then, in your opinion, what should we do?"

"Your Majesty, the most important thing right now is to keep Duke Tiger Might in check. We must not let him discover anything unusual, otherwise, the title of 'God of Slaughter' won't be given lightly…" The Left Chancellor shuddered involuntarily as he recalled the overwhelming killing intent Qin Feng exuded at the ball that night.

"Indeed, Your Majesty, do not rush things. Let him and the Medusa clan fight to the death first, then eliminate them! The Medusa clan will likely be severely weakened after dealing with such a 'god of death,' and then Your Majesty can..." The Right Chancellor's face flashed with a sinister glint as he persuaded.

"Yes, my two ministers are right. This 'driving away the wolves and chasing the tiger' strategy might backfire. It's safer to proceed step by step," Emperor Brad nodded.

"Your Majesty is wise!" the Left and Right Chancellors chorused.

"Heh..."

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On the Keqin Grassland, there is a mountain peak that pierces the clouds, revered as a sacred mountain, called Ruyun Peak.

In front of a simple thatched hut on Ruyun Peak, a man dressed in elaborate and meticulous clothing knelt solemnly, seemingly awaiting some instruction.

Suddenly, a clear, penetrating voice rang out from the thatched hut—

"Hu Shu, what's going on? You're now the Khan of our Hulan tribe, why are you kneeling on the ground like a child?"

"Your Majesty, I've come not as Khan of Hulan, but as an ordinary Hulan man to beg you to save us, otherwise we will truly be wiped out!" The well-dressed man was none other than Hu Shu, the new Khan of the Hulan tribe.

"Your Majesty, my father Khan died at the hands of a Mehes man. And your disciple, Baturuliksi, also died at that man's hands. Our Hulan cavalry suffered countless losses in this southern expedition, and more importantly, our Blood Moon Wolf Banner was cut down! Your Majesty, our Hulan tribe is facing a life-or-death situation. Please, please help! I beg you! Hu Shu, on behalf of millions of our people, kowtows to you!" Hu Shu finished speaking and actually began to kowtow.

Instantly, a series of resounding kowtows echoed through the silent Ruyun Peak. After about a dozen kowtows, Hu Shu's forehead was bleeding profusely, but he didn't care and continued kowtowing.

Gently, as if a breeze had blown by, an old man with white hair and beard appeared before Hu Shu, but he gave off a very ethereal feeling. Although he was standing there, it was as if his presence was not felt at all, as if he had merged with the world. What was even more incredible was that his face was a blur no matter which angle you looked at it from, and you couldn't see his features at all.

"Saint! Save the descendants of the Earth Wolves! Saint! With your sword god-level skills, you can definitely help our Hulan tribe!" Hu Shu cried out like a child before the old man.

“Foolish child! Alas, perhaps it is the will of Heaven. To live or to die is all determined by Heaven, beyond human control! Enough, enough, what is meant to come will come.” The old man sighed softly and asked,

“What do you want me to do for you?”

“Saint! You can finally help us! Our Hulan tribe finally has hope! Saint, we have received intelligence that the eldest princess of the Mehes Empire will be inspecting their northern region soon. If you capture her, that will be enough. Then I will pass on a message to the Mehes Emperor, asking him to exchange that person for their princess, and then ask you to kill him!” Hu Shu said excitedly.

“Why don’t I just go to their capital, find him, and kill him? Why go through all this trouble?” the old man asked.

“No, Saint, firstly, you are not familiar with the situation in their capital. Perhaps the Mehes also have experts of your caliber, which would be extremely troublesome. Secondly, we must use this opportunity to let the sons and daughters of the Great Plains witness firsthand how their so-called God of Slaughter is utterly vulnerable before you. Only then can we restore the morale of Hulan! Then we can march south and avenge our humiliation!” Hu Shu said, his eyes gleaming.

“Then, as you wish. You go back now, I will come to find you later.” The old man finished speaking and vanished in a flash.

Hu Shu respectfully kowtowed three times towards the thatched hut, then turned and descended the mountain.

"I hope my Hulan clan can escape this calamity. As a member of Hulan, even if it means death, I will do my utmost to stop this inescapable fate!"

A faint sound came from the thatched hut, then silence returned.

Only a few annoying caws remained from a withered tree beside the hut.

Chapter 145 Blood Rain

Qin Feng, dressed in white, sat on the command platform of the Black Iron Cavalry's training ground, watching the two sides of the Black Iron Cavalry fighting fiercely in the training ground, a satisfied smile on his face.

These elite Black Iron Cavalrymen truly lived up to their reputation as Silver-level experts, equivalent to Grand Swordsmen. Their overall strength surpassed that of the original Yan Yun Guards, and now, having mastered the Qinghe Charge Formation taught by Qin Feng, their combat prowess was maximized.

The only thing these elite Black Iron Cavalrymen lacked was practical combat experience; like a sword that hadn't drunk blood, though incredibly sharp, it lacked a certain killing intent.

Qin Feng, observing the Black Iron Cavalry, suddenly frowned, turning thoughtfully to the north, muttering to himself, "What happened? Why is my heart suddenly racing?"

Meanwhile, far north of Mehes, the city of Luxem, recently reclaimed from the Hulan people, was in an uproar. The entire city was under martial law, the gates were sealed, and only entry was permitted. The city guards and a troop of gleaming cavalry launched a massive search of the entire city.

Lord Mohanto of Luxembourg, his face ashen, watched the Grand Master of the Mehes Royal Guard pace back and forth in the hall, wiping cold sweat from his brow. His voice trembled as he asked, "Grand Master, what do we do? The princess has disappeared in Luxembourg! We…"

"Don't panic, don't panic," the Grand Master of the Mehes Royal Guard said, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. "Let's wait and see how the search goes. If Her Highness is just lost, we're fine. But if she's been kidnapped, we'll be executed."

"Report! Grand Master, we found a letter at the North Gate!" a soldier's voice rang out in the courtyard of the lord's mansion.

"Oh, bring it in quickly!" The Grand Master of the Mehes Royal Guard hurriedly went to greet him. Taking the letter from the soldier, he saw that the envelope was addressed to Emperor Brad of Mehes, and signed Hulan Khan Hushu!

The Grand Commander of the Royal Guard felt a wave of dizziness; it seemed his life was in danger, and he was about to faint. However, before he passed out, he issued what could be considered a very wise order: deliver this letter to His Majesty in the capital as quickly as possible.

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Seven days later, at dawn. The hurried sound of hooves shattered the tranquility of Misa City. A weary, dusty knight rode an extremely tired black horse from outside the city towards the north gate, showing no intention of stopping.

"Who goes there? Dismount immediately! Riding horses is strictly prohibited in the capital. Don't you know the rules?" The Misa City Guard commander, responsible for guarding the city, blocked the knight's path and shouted.

"Urgent military situation in the northern frontier! Get out of the way!" The knight on horseback showed no sign of stopping, his whip lashing fiercely at the city guards blocking his way.

"Damn it! I must report this to the general. Chop you down, you who defy imperial law!" The city guard commander, seeing the whip lashing at him, quickly dodged, cursing under his breath.

Taking advantage of the moment the city guard moved aside, the knight rushed forward and entered Mesa City.

Mehes Imperial Palace, Hall of Diligent Governance.

His Majesty Brad sat on his throne, his face ashen, his right hand tightly gripping a crumpled letter, almost to the point of being worthless. Below him, the civil and military officials all bowed their heads in fear, not daring to utter a sound.

"Hulan dogs! They've gone too far! They actually dared to kidnap my eldest princess! They have absolutely no respect for Mehes! It seems we didn't kill enough of them last time, damn it! Guards! Summon Duke Huwei to the palace!" His Majesty Brad abruptly stood up, slamming the crumpled letter to the ground, and roared.

"Yes!" A shrill voice answered from outside the door.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence once more, the only sound the echoes of His Majesty Brad pacing back and forth on the platform.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, a panicked voice came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!" A middle-aged eunuch scrambled in from outside the Hall of Diligent Governance, kneeling on the ground in a panic. "Your Majesty, Duke Huwei is missing! I just asked the steward of the Duke's residence, and he said… Duke Huwei was sitting in the hall drinking tea, and suddenly he vanished."

"Vanished? Suddenly vanished? You can't even handle such a small matter? What use are you to me? Guards, drag him out and execute him!" His Majesty Brad walked up to the middle-aged eunuch, kicking him violently to the ground, roaring like a ferocious beast.

"Report!" Suddenly, an urgent voice rang out from outside the Hall of Diligent Governance.

"Speak!"

"Your Majesty, Grand Duke Huwei just forcefully breached the North Gate, and all the soldiers who went forward to organize were seriously injured by Grand Duke Huwei!"

"The North Gate? He forced his way through the North Gate? Could it be that he..." Upon hearing this, His Majesty Brad hesitated for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. Before he could explain, he shouted to the guards outside, "Prepare the horses! Head to the Black Iron Cavalry's encampment at once!"

Black Iron Cavalry's encampment.

Qin Feng, clad in silver armor and a white robe, gazed expressionlessly at the 30,000 Black Iron Elite Cavalrymen standing solemnly and in perfect formation on the training ground. He slowly said, "You've been training for over a month now. Everything I needed to teach you has been taught. Now, I give you your first order."

Qin Feng paused, looking at the 30,000 pairs of eager eyes below the training ground, and continued, "Zozor, you are ordered to lead 10,000 Black Iron Elite Cavalrymen on a forced march, entering the Keqin Grassland from the east and advancing northwest."

"Yes, sir! " "

Feige, you are ordered to lead 10,000 Black Iron Elite Cavalrymen on a forced march, entering the Keqin Grassland from the west and advancing northeast."

"Yes, sir!"

"Zida, you are ordered to lead 10,000 Black Iron Elite Cavalrymen on a forced march, following me from the center into the Keqin Grassland and advancing north."

"Yes, sir!"

"My order is: wherever you go, regardless of gender, age, or animal, kill them all!"

"Yes, sir!"

"The entire army must prepare three days' rations! We must reach the Keqin Grassland within three days, or face execution!"

"Yes, sir!"

Qin Feng flashed forward, landing on the back of a tall, snow-white steed already prepared on the training ground. While not as magnificent as his original mount, the Snow-Treading Divine Steed, it was still a rare and exceptional horse! It was none other than the Shadowless Steed bestowed upon Qin Feng by His Majesty Brad.

Qin Feng spurred his horse, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the camp gate.

"Eastern Route Army, prepare. Assemble in ten breaths!" "Western Route Army

, prepare. Assemble in ten breaths!"

"Central Route Army, prepare. Assemble in ten breaths!"

A short while later, the thunderous roar of ten thousand horses echoed from the Black Iron Cavalry's encampment, and a dark cloud flew out from the encampment, drifting northward.

About the time it takes to brew a cup of tea had passed since the Black Iron Cavalry departed. His Majesty Brad, surrounded by his ministers, arrived at the Black Iron Cavalry's encampment. Facing the now-empty camp and the dust still rising in the air, His Majesty Brad shook his head slightly and wearily addressed his ministers behind him, "Return to the palace."

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Qin Feng, riding on Jueying's back, bit his lower lip, channeling his Azure Sky Force from his feet into Jueying's body, increasing its speed to a terrifying degree. "

Hulan dogs! Since you don't want to live, then die! If I don't wipe out your entire clan, I, Qin Feng, will write my name backwards! I don't care if you're male or female, young or old, human or animal—everything in Hulan, I, Qin Feng, will slaughter you all!"

Riding on Jueying's back, Qin Feng's resentment grew stronger and stronger. Amplified by his immense spiritual energy, he frantically gathered the resentment of heaven and earth at a terrifying speed.

"Qin boy, wake up! If you continue like this, you will fall into the demonic path!" Tiger Soul's spiritual energy was like a thin needle piercing Qin Feng's brain, which had fallen into madness.

"Tiger Soul, this time, I will free you from the cage that has imprisoned you for tens of thousands of years." Qin Feng said, gripping the halberd that had suddenly appeared in his right hand. However, there was one more thing Qin Feng didn't say:

for the woman he loved, what did it matter if he were to fall into the demonic path forever?

Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky, a deep, bright red, like blood, sending a chill down one's spine. This rain lasted for three days and three nights, dyeing all the rivers on the continent blood-red, and even the earth itself was draped in a blood-red cloak.

On the sacred mountain of the Hulan clan—Ruyun Peak.

The old man, gazing at the incessant blood-red rain outside the window, felt his previously tranquil mind suddenly surge with turmoil. Looking up at the overcast sky, he murmured, "Blood rain falling endlessly—this is a terrible omen. Did I, Tianyue, do something wrong? Or is my Hulan clan ultimately destined to be cursed?"

The old man turned to look at a woman sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her long golden hair was loose, her skin smooth and lustrous like pearls, and her delicate brows were slightly furrowed, as if troubled by something. She exuded a noble and aloof air. This was Princess Lily of the Mehes Empire, the woman Qin Feng had been longing for.

"Was abducting you right or wrong? In my six thousand years of seeking the Dao, this is the first time my heart has been so troubled..." the old man said, looking at Princess Lily with a soft sigh.

"But since it has already happened, we must bear the consequences. If it is truly unavoidable, I, Tianyue, will have no choice but to start killing again. Alas... if Heaven truly decrees the extinction of my Hulan tribe, then this time I, Tianyue, will defy Heaven even at the cost of my life!"

The rain poured down harder and harder, and suddenly a flash of lightning appeared, followed by a deafening roar that shook the earth. The simple thatched huts looked exceptionally small in the wind and rain.

Chapter 146: The Slaughter of

the Tabu Tribe. The Tabu Tribe was one of the thirty-six large tribes on the Keqin Grassland, with over 40,000 members, including more than 10,000 men, the rest being women and children, and hundreds of thousands of livestock such as cattle, sheep, and horses.

The Hulan tribe was a people who revered battle. Their boys learned to ride horses at the age of four and to play the bow and arrow at the age of five. By the age of six, they were not only skilled riders but also quite accomplished archers. In their spare time, they made a living by herding livestock. When Hulan Khan mustered his troops, they would all become valiant Hulan cavalrymen.

Old Man Kabu, now in his sixties, was revered as a hero by the entire Tabu tribe. In his youth, he had followed the previous Khan on a southern expedition. Most importantly, when Old Man Kabu returned, he brought back the heads of six Mehes! He was bestowed the title of Steppe Warrior by the previous Khan.

Therefore, the entire tribe was proud of him. Even though Old Man Kabu could no longer ride a horse or work, the tribe was still willing to support him.

It is often said that as people grow old, they love to reminisce about their youth. Old Man Kabu was no exception. Every day, he would wake up early, climb out of his tent, sit in the sunlight, and carefully recall his youthful stories, especially the time he beheaded six Mehes—his proudest achievement.

The torrential rain that had lasted for three days and three nights finally stopped. Old Man Kabu, who had been cooped up in his tent for three days, rushed out early in the morning, cursing the terrible weather for wasting his time, while breathing in the fresh post-rain air. But when he saw the pools of blood-red water on the grassland, Old Man Kabu was startled. This scene reminded him of the days when the entire city of Mehes was slaughtered, and the streets were stained red with blood.

However, Old Man Kabu quickly recovered. Where was he? This was their Tabu tribe! How could those weak Mehes people have come to their rich Keqin grassland?

A series of muffled thunderous hoofbeats echoed in the distance, making Old Man Kabu wonder, "Whose child is that? Going to herd the livestock so early? So diligent! I must praise him properly later."

In the distance... A black line appeared on the horizon. Old Man Kabu rubbed his aging eyes, but still couldn't see clearly. He muttered, "Whose child is this? Why is he so mischievous? What if he scares the other livestock?" The

black line drew closer, and a chilling aura of killing intent sent shivers down Old Man Kabu's spine from afar.

When the black line was still dozens of feet away, Old Man Kabu finally saw clearly. This wasn't a herd of grazing horses; it was clearly the Khan's iron cavalry! No. The Khan's iron cavalry didn't have this terrifying killing intent. This… could it be a terrifying knight who escaped from the Valley of the Dead?

But… before he could react, a gentle breeze caressed his neck. Old Man Kabu felt himself flying higher and higher. The surrounding scenery all plummeted downwards, and then, so tired, so very tired. Finally, he closed his eyes.

On the ground, a headless corpse gushed a fountain of blood a foot high before being crushed into a bloody pulp by a black cloud that rushed in afterward

. The blood mingled with the mud on the grass, emitting a faint, foul stench. "All men and women, young and old, human and animal, of the Hulan tribe, kill without mercy! Prepare three days' rations and assemble in one hour!" shouted the knight at the head of the black cloud, a figure with a gold star embroidered on his chest. He was presumably the leader of this group of knights.

"Yes, sir!" the black-armored knights behind him, densely packed like a swarm of bees, responded in unison.

A few breaths later, the entire Tabu tribe was plunged into unprecedented chaos. These Hulan people, who considered themselves descendants of the Earth Wolves, had never imagined, since their ancestors, that one day, people of another race would wreak havoc on the grasslands they depended on for survival!

Many members of the Tabu tribe, still fast asleep in their tents, heard the commotion and rushed out dressed. Suddenly, a flash of cold light appeared, and a perfectly healthy head, its face contorted in shock and disbelief, flew through the air.

These black-armored knights were like bloodthirsty ghosts returned from hell; killing seemed to be their greatest pleasure. Of course, their methods were relatively humane; they didn't engage in any torture. Often, a flash of cold light, and a head fell to the ground—swift, painless. Many of the beheaded Hulan people didn't even have time to cry out before their headless corpses collapsed limply to the ground, their blood mingling with the crimson pools of water on the grass.

The slaughter continued. These usually fierce Hulan people, these Hulan people known for their valor, these Hulan people who usually took pride in killing their own kind, were now like a stripped prostitute, subjected to the wanton humiliation of these knights who were even more fierce, more valiant, and more bloodthirsty than themselves.

Finally, more and more Hulan people were awakened. They hastily organized a resistance, but before this well-coordinated knightly order composed of ten thousand master swordsmen, their resistance was as flimsy as paper.

The sickening sound of sharp weapons slicing through throats, the splattering of spears piercing flesh, the gurgling of weapons drinking blood, the cries of children, the helpless howls of women, the clatter of horses' hooves, the shouts, curses, and the sounds of fighting all mingled together, forming a chaotic war symphony.

Half an hour later, all the men, the elderly, and children of the entire Tabu tribe had been slaughtered. Only a few thousand beautiful young Hulan women were herded into a large area covered with tents.

"Vice Commander Sasaki, what do you think..." a black-armored knight asked the chief.

"Tell the brothers to hurry up, we still have a long way to go," the knight chief waved his hand and ordered.

"Yes! Thank you, Vice Commander!" The black-armored knight walked excitedly towards the terrified Hulan women.

Sasaki turned around, looking at this once peaceful and tranquil place. Behind him came the panicked cries of the Hulan women, their weak resistance, the ripping sound of clothes being torn, and...

War is inherently like this; there is no such thing as justice or evil. When people are forced to face the naked killing and being killed, the brutality, cruelty, and bloodlust buried deep within human nature are completely exposed.

The victors seize all the property of the defeated, including their women. Although women are victims of war, don't blame the invaders; blame their own men for failing to protect them. Put yourself in their shoes: when the Hulan people marched south, weren't the Mehes women who couldn't escape met the same fate?

The sky was blue, as if it had just been washed, without a single cloud. This fertile grassland, this once-happy land, now groaned in pain, just like the Hulan women on the tents.

This was their home, their loved ones, their cattle and sheep; this was once the pride of their lives. But now, everything had changed. The severed limbs of their men, the heads of their children, the blood of their loved ones—like grotesque nightmares, these images gradually numbed them, leaving them empty and listless.

Finally, having vented their frustrations, the black-armored knights rose contentedly from the alluring bodies beneath them, leaving behind a group of Hulan women with vacant eyes and blank expressions.

"Give them a hand," Sasaki said calmly, looking at the women.

The Black Iron Cavalry, receiving the order, didn't hesitate. They drew their blood-stained swords and, seeing the glimmer of relief in the Hulan women's eyes, plunged them into the bodies of the women who had just been enjoying themselves.

War—what a heavy word.

"Mount up!" Sasaki roared, mounting his horse after the last woman was killed.

With a whoosh, ten thousand Black Iron Cavalrymen sat in perfect unison on their mounts.

"Set it on fire!" Sasaki shouted, spurring his horse forward, galloping into the distance as if fleeing. Behind him, a raging fire erupted, burning joyfully, incinerating everything—happiness, sin…

Time passed slowly, the war continued, and the accompanying evils continued to unfold. One after another, in the western, eastern, and central parts of the Keqin Grassland, famous and unknown tribes, large and small, were attacked by a group of terrifying knights said to have returned from hell.

No one knew where they came from, where they were going, or what they looked like. Wherever they passed, people and livestock were slaughtered, and then a fire burned everything to ashes.

The entire grassland was plunged into a nameless panic. The sons and daughters of the grassland were not afraid of war or death, but faced with the unknown, the fear inherent in human nature was revealed. They, the Hulan people, who called themselves descendants of the Earth's wolves, who considered honor above life, were afraid.

Of course, although these terrifying knights were powerful, there were no living witnesses who could recount the events. So, although these terrifying knights were portrayed as almost divine, they couldn't compare to a figure that could chill all the Hulan people who had survived the last southern expedition!

A Mehes man known as the "God of Slaughter," a man who dared to single-handedly storm the Keqin Grassland, considered forbidden territory by the Hulan people, a man who, in a single day, defeated three waves of ten thousand Hulan Iron Cavalry sent by the new Hulan Khan, Hushu, to intercept him

. He had golden hair, wore silver armor, rode a snow-white steed, and held a golden halberd gleaming with blood! He fought his way from the Mehes capital to the Hulan Grassland along an almost straight route. All those who dared to stand in his way, whether Mehes generals or Hulan warriors, fell to his halberd.

Filled with boundless resentment, he traversed a path stained with blood, reaching the Keqin Grassland, all for the woman he loved.

Chapter 147:

On an open field in the Keqin Grassland, the ground was covered with a thick layer of ash. Warhorses, having lost their lords, snorted leisurely, and various broken weapons lay scattered on the grass.

In the distance, on a snow-white steed, a silver-armored knight gripped a golden halberd gleaming with blood-red light in one hand and a wine sack in the other, chugging it down until it was empty.

"How many waves is this? There are quite a few of these Hulan tribesmen. One wave after another, heh, interesting. Trying to play a war of attrition, dragging it out until I'm exhausted before sending a large army to protect me?" The silver-armored knight licked the wine stains from his lips, muttering to himself.

"Hahaha, Qin boy, you're getting a good deal and still complaining? They don't know, but don't you? This cage of mine has a special property: it can absorb the essence and spirit of those you kill and transfer it into your body. You're getting more energetic with each kill!" The halberd in the silver-armored knight's hand vibrated slightly, emitting a wave of spiritual energy that transmitted to his brain. This

silver-armored knight was none other than Qin Feng, alone, charging towards the Keqin Grassland!

"Tch, you're different. You remember best how many people I've killed. You seem to be getting more and more energetic now. You're almost there, aren't you?" Qin Feng casually tossed aside the empty wine bag and asked.

"Hehe, not much, not much. I only need to kill another 32,000. Qin kid, I really didn't misjudge you. Think about it, I've had four different warlords in tens of thousands of years, but the number of people they killed combined isn't even a fraction of what you killed. Sigh, I'm all alone in this cramped space now. Before, I had the image of my master formed from the eighth layer of the Chaotic Demon Body Technique to keep me company. Now, I'm all alone in the whole world~~" Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuations grew weaker and weaker, making him seem somewhat depressed.

"Alright, alright, you just want me to kill 100,000 people quickly. Do you have to pretend to be innocent like this? Ugh, an old guy who's tens of thousands of years old pretending to cry, aren't you ashamed?" Little did he know that Qin Feng wouldn't comfort Tiger Soul at all, but instead teased him.

"You damn Qin brat, you didn't even offer me a word of comfort! I've helped you so many times, do you have any humanity left? You bastard..." Enraged, Hu Po unleashed a torrent of mental energy, waves of curses emanating from him.

"If you want to get out quickly, then get to work. Help me pinpoint the location of the Hulan clan's main force. This wave-by-wave attack is a waste of time. We've been fighting our way here for over half a month. Get to them quickly and find their main force. Lily has suffered so much!" Qin Feng's expression grew increasingly cold, until he was practically a block of ice.

"Okay...hmm...found it. In the northwest, there's a high mountain...on the mountain is a thatched hut...your precious darling is in that hut...next to her is an old man at the level of a sword god...his strength is probably several levels higher than the two god-level experts you encountered last year...there are many people below the mountain...densely packed, about 100,000..."

"The northwest, a high mountain? An old man at the level of a sword god, it seems he's the one who kidnapped Lily! Just 100,000 ants. But they can still be put to use, Tiger Soul, your liberation is not far off!" Qin Feng smiled faintly, clamping his legs together and sitting on Jueying's abdomen. Instantly, he rushed off towards the northwest like lightning, kicking up a trail of dust.

At the foot of the sacred mountain Ruyun Peak in the Keqin Grassland, a densely packed mass of elites from various tribes, drawn from them more than half a month ago, totaling more than 100,000 people, had gathered.

Protected by 100,000 elite troops within the central Khan's tent, Hushu, the newly appointed Khan of Hulan, sat on his throne, surrounded by his trusted subordinates. The table was laden with various fine wines and delicacies characteristic of the grasslands.

Hushu picked up a wine cup from the table before him and addressed a tall, cunning-looking middle-aged man below: "The success in luring Duke Huwei of Namehes here this time is largely due to Guliqiu's strategy! Once this thorn in our side is removed, I will march south, avenge our humiliation, and make Namehes submit!"

"I dare not take credit for this. The success this time is entirely due to the Great Khan's efforts. If it weren't for the Great Khan's request for the Holy One's assistance, even my best strategies would have been useless!" The middle-aged man quickly picked up the wine cup on the table and toasted.

"Hey Great Khan, that princess is incredibly beautiful. I only glanced at her, and wow, her skin, her face, her figure... I'd gladly give up a few years of my life for her if I could sleep with her for one night! I just don't know why you don't..." A Hulan man with a full beard tore off a piece of mutton and asked Hu Shu.

"Yes, Great Khan, I've also seen that princess once. She's just as Dadaru described. If you don't like her, sell her to me. I'll offer five thousand cattle, five thousand sheep, and a thousand horses in exchange. How about it?" A Hulan man with a burly face sitting next to the bearded man continued.

"Could it be that His Holiness has fallen for that little wench?"

"Yes, he might still be up there unable to get out of bed, haha, that little wench is so tender and delicate, anyone would be tempted!"

"No wonder, His Holiness hasn't come down, and neither has that little wench. It seems we might have guessed right, haha..."

...

For a moment, the royal tent was filled with lewd and obscene words.

"Alright! His Holiness has been the guardian deity of my Hulan clan for thousands of years. He has his reasons for doing this, so we don't need to speculate too much. Let's discuss how to take down that Tagore!" Hu Shu stopped his men as they became increasingly outrageous.

"Great Khan, let's just charge straight in! One hundred thousand against one, we'll wear him down, even if it's a drawn-out battle! Besides, we've been sending out men to attack him day and night for over half a month now. Think about it, over half a month without rest, constantly expending his energy fighting—unless he's a god! Otherwise, hmph, it's already quite an achievement that he's made it this far. Even if he did, he'd probably be on his last breath. No matter how powerful he is, if he's just on his last breath, what do we have to fear?" said the bearded man named Dadaru.

"Exactly, Dadaru is right, Great Khan, we really don't need to make such a fuss. Besides, even if we can't win, we still have the Saint backing us up. He's lived for countless years; no matter how powerful that Mehes man is, he can't possibly be a match for the Saint!" echoed the burly man next to Dadaru.

"Guliqiu, what do you think?" Hu Shu nodded and turned to the sinister middle-aged man, asking.

"Great Khan, the two generals are absolutely right. You only need to wait patiently." The treacherous man replied after swallowing the mutton he was eating.

"That's good! I will definitely take him to my father's cenotaph, personally dig out his heart, and cut off his head to offer as a sacrifice to my father's spirit in heaven!" Hu Shu's face twisted into a ferocious grin, and with a "crack," he crushed the wine cup in his hand.

"Take care, Great Khan! Your wish will surely come true, no, it will come true in just a few days!" The treacherous man quickly comforted him.

"That's right, Great Khan, take care!"

...

Just then, a hurried voice reached the royal tent.

"Great Khan, news has come from the front that the target is only thirty li away from us!"

"What? Wasn't he supposed to arrive in about five days? How come it's so fast?" Hu Shu jumped up, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

"Great Khan, don't worry, there are still thirty li to go. There's enough time to muster the troops and prepare for battle." Seeing Hu Shu panic, the treacherous man quickly rose to comfort and remind him.

"Right, right, I still have 100,000 troops, and I have a Saint, a god-level expert, backing me up. What am I afraid of?" Hu Shu, realizing what was

happening, slapped his forehead. Straightening his clothes, Hu Shu led the way out of the royal tent, followed by a group of trusted subordinates.

"Prepare the troops!" Once outside the tent, Hu Shu exuded an inexplicable aura, a stark contrast to his anxious demeanor inside.

"Yes, Great Khan!"

Meanwhile, thirty miles away, Qin Feng rode his horse at full gallop, spotting the towering peak of Hulan Sacred Mountain.

Suddenly, Qin Feng noticed a thin, persistent spiritual energy emanating from the sacred mountain, constantly scanning everything around it. This must be the god-level expert Tiger Soul had mentioned earlier? Not bad, he could be a temporary opponent, but he wondered how much of his power he could withstand.

A mocking smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips. Sword God? What difference was there between him and an ant?

Thirty miles were covered in no time by Jueying, who was infused with Qin Feng's inner strength. Qin Feng finally arrived before the Hulan army.

Looking at the 100,000-strong Hulan army, densely packed, well-disciplined, and gleaming in armor, Qin Feng reined in Jueying. He stood quietly before them, a calm and composed expression on his face.

Suddenly, the Hulan cavalry's center opened wide. Surrounded by a group of valiant golden-armored warriors, a man in his mid-twenties, with a typical Hulan beard and wearing a golden helmet, appeared—the current Hulan Khan, Hushu! Hushu rode his horse to a stop a dozen or so feet in front of Qin Feng and carefully examined him.

White horse, silver armor, white robe, golden hair, golden halberd—what a handsome and dashing man!

This woman-like beauty was the legendary "God of Slaughter"? Hu Shu even doubted his own eyes and couldn't help but ask,

"Is the visitor Grand Duke Tagore of Mehes?"

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