Ancient Martial Saint Emperor in Another World [Complete] - 6

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Wind Rises in

Qingfeng Town. Located in the western part of the Great Qin Dynasty, Qingfeng Town was a tranquil town isolated from the outside world. Its residents worked diligently every day, devoutly worshipping their god, the God of Light. Their lives were simple and happy; they knew nothing of the orcish invasion of Bildan, nor of the events unfolding outside. They were simply the most devout believers.

As night fell, the sound of ferocious hooves shattered the town's peace. Groups of men on tall horses, wielding various weapons and with menacing expressions, poured into the town from all sides.

Just as the townspeople were hoping for peace, they were startled by the sound of their doors being violently kicked open. Then, these ferocious men began a brutal massacre, burning, killing, and looting. The

peaceful town seemed to have fallen into hell. The cries of women, the screams of the elderly, the shouts of children, mingled with lewd laughter and the struggles of the others, sounded particularly helpless in the night.

At this moment, the god of light they devoutly worshipped did not bestow miracles to save his followers as they had prayed for.

Finally, two hours passed, and the group's operation was nearing its end, the noisy town finally returning to tranquility.

A blazing fire blazed in the town square, illuminating the entire area.

The bandits, satisfied after looting the houses, walked towards the town square, one hand carrying their loose belt and the other holding the spoils they had plundered. They boasted to their companions with smug expressions.

Before the blazing fire in the square stood two men.

The one on the left was dressed as a swordsman, wearing a set of fiery red swordsman's armor, carrying a large red sword on his back. He was nearly two meters tall, with fiery red hair, and one eye was blind, wrapped in a black cloth. But what was most terrifying was the scar that ran across his entire face.

Nagus, an ordinary name, but what if you added the word "blood" to it? Nagus-Blood, the leader of the Blood Shadow Thieves, the number one thief group in the Qin Dynasty and the fourth largest thief group on the continent, is a man who killed his father at seven and his master at ten. He rose from a street thug to a legendary figure in the thief world. No one knows just how powerful he is, because all who have faced him have died by his Blood Shadow Sword.

Standing next to Nagus is a tall, thin middle-aged man. His appearance is so ordinary you might easily forget him, but if you observe closely, you'll notice his eyes always seem to be squinting, and his body constantly shifts position, using Nagus as cover. His slender hands are soft and boneless, and he carries a magnificent longbow on his back.

Giricos-An is the leader of the Viper Thieves, the second largest thief group in the Qin Dynasty. Legend has it that Giricos only carries three arrows, and since his debut, no one has ever forced him to fire a second arrow; there's a saying: "Giricos' arrows never miss."

“Nagos, I have a feeling something’s off about this operation,” Giricos said to Nagus beside him.

“Giricos, do you really think that our Blood Shadow, Viper, Yingtian, and those three not-so-bad bandit groups—a total of 50,000 men—couldn’t kill a mere 3,000?” Nagus retorted seemingly rashly.

However, if you underestimate him because of his rashness, you might want to tell your family and friends what to do after your death. If the leader of Blood Shadow was just a brute, he couldn’t possibly lead nearly 20,000 bandits.

“That being said, I still feel like there’s something dangerous hidden in this,” Giricos said, stroking his chin.

"Is that so?" Nagus's face flashed with a sinister smile. "With Ternak's Yingtian and those three bandit groups as outposts, what are you afraid of?"

"I was wondering why you didn't seem to care when they were fighting for the first wave. So you had this in mind!" Giricos suddenly realized, then asked, "Then you should know who those people are, right?"

"I seem to have heard that they have quite a background, and their strength is not bad either, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to set off with only three thousand men! But I don't know the specifics." Nagus whispered in Giricos's ear.

"Oh? Is that so? Well then, we'll wait for them here. Whoever they are, after they've both been weakened, we'll... Hahahaha~" Giricos didn't finish his sentence, but just exchanged a smile with Nagus, and then they burst into laughter.

Giricos summoned his most trusted subordinate to his tent and instructed, "Keep a close watch on the Blood Shadow Thieves' movements. Report to me immediately if anything unusual happens!"

"Yes, sir!"

"You don't know who those people are? The whole thing was arranged through you. Hmph, maybe you're even secretly eyeing my Viper Thieves' Group!" Giricos muttered, stroking his hand.

Meanwhile, in Nagus's tent, Nagus sat alone, holding a cup of blood-red wine.

"Gilikos seems to be quite smart, at least not as foolish as those idiots who think they've gotten a great deal. Hmph, if it were really a great deal, would I, Nagus, have given it to them?" Nagus took a sip of his wine and muttered to himself, "Then, let me and the somewhat clever Gilicos share these fools' territory... Hmm, I need to send someone to keep an eye on Gilic and his group!"...

About five or six miles from Qingfeng Town, on both sides of the official road, lay a dense and tranquil forest. However, today was clearly different from usual. A group of people of unknown numbers were hiding in the forest, and occasional murmurs could be heard.

Tenako, the leader of the Yingtian Thieves. Tenako was a man who had seen bloodshed before. Originally, this time, Nagus had invited several major thieves to discuss this matter, and he thought it would be a great opportunity to snatch this ambush mission from Nagus and Gilic. However, he always felt that there was a hint of conspiracy involved.

Were Nagus and Gilicos easy to mess with? "They don't seize the benefits but instead give them to us. What does that mean?" Turnako thought, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

But then, thinking of the nearly 25,000 men around him, Turnako's heart gradually calmed down. The official road here was narrow, overgrown with vegetation, and they were in the shadows. The enemy only had 3,000 men—not even enough to fill their teeth.

Just then, the sound of neat, crisp hooves broke the tranquility of the official road. Turnako couldn't suppress the restlessness in his heart: They're here!

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Sun and Moon Reincarnation - The Sun Technique.

On the official road five or six miles east of Qingfeng Town in western Qin Dynasty.

A tall white steed galloped ahead like a streak of light along the official road. On the white horse, a young man in white robes and silver armor sat sideways on the saddle, his dazzling blond hair conspicuous even in the night. Most surprisingly, this white-robed, silver-armored general wasn't holding the reins; one hand lightly held the horse's neck, while the other hand was clearly gripping a wine jug.

Behind the white horse followed three thousand black-armored knights who seemed to blend into the night. Even while running, these three thousand black-armored knights maintained a certain position, like a mysterious grand formation.

This cavalry unit was none other than Qin Feng, the ninth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, and his three thousand Yan Yun Guards, along with "Raging Lion" Lei Men, who were on their way to negotiate with the orcs in Bildan.

Suddenly, the rider on Ta Xue's back pulled sharply on the reins, causing Ta Xue to rear up and halt its forward momentum. Faced with this sudden situation, the Yan Yun Guards following behind displayed extremely superb horsemanship. Without any special movements, they, like Qin Feng, simply pulled on the reins and forcefully stopped their mounts' forward momentum.

Qin Feng nodded inwardly, thinking to himself that they were indeed true elites who had come from Lei Men with the Golden Lion Knights. With his powerful internal energy and Ta Xue's spiritual connection, he could do that with ease, but although the knights behind him were all at least Great Swordsmen, to achieve such effortless maneuvering required exceptional skill.

Qin Feng tilted his head back and poured the last mouthful of wine into his mouth, a cold smile playing on his lips. He then threw the empty wine jug forcefully into the dense forest ahead. Instantly, a scream echoed from that direction.

The three thousand Yan Yun Guards behind Qin Feng, seeing him make a hand gesture with his right hand, immediately formed a defensive formation.

The forest fell silent after the scream, as if it had been an illusion.

"Not coming out, huh?" Qin Feng chuckled, a milky-white magic staff with a blue-green magic crystal inlaid at the top appearing in his hand. Without any further movement from Qin Feng, a string of fireballs shot out like cannonballs. Autumn was already dry, and the dense forest was full of dry grass, which, when ignited by the fireballs, immediately burst into flames.

Instantly, the forest filled with choking smoke, and finally, some people emerged from the trees on both sides, coughing desperately, their noses running and tears streaming down their faces—a truly pitiful sight.

Unfortunately, after finally stopping their coughs, they suddenly found themselves naked and exposed before three thousand well-equipped cavalry.

Escape! That was their first reaction, including that of Tenako, the leader of the Yingtian Bandit Gang. However, as the leader of the third-ranked Yingtian Bandit Gang in the Great Qin Dynasty, Tenako quickly regained his composure and shouted to the fleeing bandits:

"Brothers, this is it! Charge! Killing them all will net us 3 million amethyst coins! They only have three thousand men, while we have fifteen thousand—five times their numbers! What are we afraid of? Kill them! We'll be millionaires!"

The bandits who were about to flee stopped in their tracks after hearing Tenako's words. Indeed, even the most powerful bandits only numbered three thousand, while their side had fifteen thousand!

Why become bandits? For money, for a better life! Now, by killing them, they could earn enough money to last a lifetime!

Thinking this, the bandits regained their confidence and slowly huddled together, pressing towards Qin Feng and his group.

Watching them approach and feeling their eyes gleaming at them as if they were gold coins, Qin Feng sneered. "Looks like another bunch of reckless fools."

Qin Feng didn't waste time talking to them, nor did he ask who they were or what they wanted. In his opinion, such questions were utterly idiotic. Who were they? They were hired to kill his men! As for what they wanted? Even an idiot would know that. Hired to kill his men, they were obviously here to kill his men!

Swapping his magic staff for a halberd, Qin Feng turned from a side-sitting position to a front-sitting one, and with a swift movement, charged towards his enemies like an arrow.

The thieves facing him felt as if they were bound by the chains of death. Before they could even twitch a finger, a golden light streaked across the night sky towards them. Then, a sharp pain in their throats made them feel as if they were flying. Their last thought was: "How can I see my own backside?"

Qin Feng casually beheaded the three thieves in front of him and charged straight ahead, heading straight for Tennako, who was standing some distance away.

Upon seeing Qin Feng enter his group alone, Tennako felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, as if a huge gold ingot had been smashed on his head. He immediately shouted, "Surround him! Take him off his horse! Whoever kills him gets ten thousand gold coins!"

As the saying goes, a generous reward brings forth brave men. Sure enough, emboldened by Tennako's offer, the thieves around Qin Feng seemed to be on steroids, their eyes red as they attacked him. They were now blinded by the promise of ten thousand gold coins.

If they could live a good life, who would want to be a thief, a profession that can't be seen in the light? Although a thief can earn a few dozen silver coins a month, that's risking their life. Who wouldn't want a peaceful life? Now, with an opportunity that could ensure their livelihood for life, do you think they could give it up?

Looking at the thieves who had surrounded him completely, Qin Feng revealed a smug smile. This was exactly what he wanted.

He silently circulated the Azure Sky Technique within his body, then poured it all into the halberd in his hand. Instantly, the halberd emitted a dazzling golden light, enveloping Qin Feng. The surrounding crowd felt that the golden light was like the sun, so bright that they couldn't even open their eyes, and some even temporarily lost their sight.

A dazzling golden sun slowly rose from the ground in the night sky. When it reached a certain height, it suddenly exploded, as if millions of golden stars were shooting in all directions, stirring up a huge cloud of dust.

When everyone regained their sight, they saw a general, wielding a halberd, clad in silver armor and a white robe, floating in mid-air like a god in the vast night.

Within a ten-zhang radius around him, apart from his white horse, there was no sign of life. The hundred or so thieves who had surrounded him were now reduced to pieces of minced meat. The pungent stench of blood in the air made even the most experienced thieves gag. This was

the ultimate technique of Lu Bu, the greatest warrior of the Three Kingdoms—the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Huan Hou's Killing Spear Technique

. The thieves, still reeling from Qin Feng's Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash, were jolted awake by a deafening roar.

"Feng~~~" The demon-like man in mid-air roared, like a thunderclap, nearly deafening everyone around him. However, it wasn't over yet. Immediately following the thunderous roar, a bugle call filled with murderous intent sent the thieves reeling.

"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!" With these roars, three thousand black-armored knights raised their lances, like a giant black iron cone, and plunged into the band of bandits.

These knights formed small cone-shaped formations of three, with the front clearing the way and the two behind protecting the front's flanks, eliminating any bandits on either side. Every three smaller cones then formed a larger cone, and so on, making the entire knightly formation a giant, sharp cone.

This was the first and simplest formation in the Qinghe Charge—the cone formation.

We know that a cone is the easiest way to penetrate a flat surface, and now, the three thousand Yan Yun Guards used this formation to fiercely penetrate the bandit group.

The black-armored knights charged into the bandits as if they were in an empty field, slaughtering them until the bandits cried out in despair, wishing they had more legs.

Leading the charge of the Yan Yun Guards was a general clad in golden lion-head armor and a blood-red cloak, wielding a weapon eighteen feet long. This weapon, neither spear nor lance, had a curved, snake-like tip with a crescent-shaped blade. Each time the gleaming spear sliced through the night sky, it sent up a spray of blood. Few could withstand its power; it truly was the "Angry Lion" Lei Men.

These bandits usually robbed caravans and committed countless atrocities, infuriating the King of Qin. Several campaigns to subdue them had failed, for these bandits were incredibly slippery. If the number of attackers was large, they would flee; if outnumbered, they would attack en masse, causing the King considerable humiliation and leaving him helpless.

But today, they witnessed the true might of the Qin army: the demonic general, the deep, deadly bugle call, and the iron-willed soldiers. They finally understood the true meaning of fear.

These thieves, after all, hadn't received formal training. When fear took hold of them, they were no different from ordinary people. Cries for escape echoed through the bandit group.

"Run! They're demons!"

"By the God of Light, how could we encounter these monsters!"

"My God, have we killed too many people? Has the God sent these death knights to send us to hell?"

"What are you all standing here babbling about? Run! It'll be too late if you're late!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, run!"

With the small group's rout, coupled with the shock of Qin Feng's earlier attack and the sight of the Yan Yun Guard's imposing presence, the entire bandit group was thrown into turmoil.

This terrified Tennako, who was watching from afar. A defeated army collapses like a house of cards; if they weren't stopped, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Suddenly drawing his one-handed sword, Tennako lunged at the fleeing soldiers. Before they could utter a word, a flash of deep green battle aura emanated from him, and with a swift slash of his sword, the fleeing soldiers collapsed to the ground.

Turnako pointed his sword at the bandits who showed signs of fleeing and shouted, "Anyone who dares to run will suffer the same fate as these! Kill them! There are only three thousand of them. Everyone, kill their horses first!" With that, Turnako charged towards the Thunder Gate. He dared not touch Qin Feng, so he could only attack the general who appeared to be the vanguard of the three thousand black-armored soldiers.

To be fair, Turnako was quite skilled; after all, reaching the level of a Grand Swordsman at the age of forty-something, not yet fifty, was extremely rare on the continent. Of course, this couldn't compare to Qin Feng. After all…

Lei Men was cutting through the bandits, leading his three thousand Yan Yun Guards in a bloody rampage, when suddenly he saw a tall, thin man with reddish-brown hair, wielding a single-handed sword, attacking him. A surge of excitement filled him; finally, there was someone he could use to practice the martial arts His Highness had taught him! He roared, “Well done! Take this spear from your Grandpa Lei!”

His eighteen-foot spear traced a mysterious trajectory, blue battle aura condensing at its tip, making the spear seem alive, as if piercing through space, fiercely thrusting towards Turnako. A sapphire-like brilliance at the spear tip radiated boundless killing intent in the vast night, causing Turnako to tremble.

“Huan~~Hou~~Killing~~Spear~~Technique~~Of~~Slaying General!” These were the last words Turnako heard in this world.

He wanted to escape; he wanted to escape the moment he saw the glittering tip of the spear. But the murderous aura emanating from the spear acted like a lock, firmly binding his energy, giving him the feeling that he couldn't escape even if he fled to the ends of the earth.

Then, he saw that strange weapon, radiating a ghostly blue light, pierce his chest. All the events of his life flashed through his mind like a movie (for ease of understanding, let's use this analogy for tigers), and then he slowly lost consciousness.

Turnako's fiery passion seemed to ignite Raimon's bloodthirsty ferocity. He tossed Turnako's pierced corpse into the air, severing his head and hanging it on his saddle. With a flick of his spear, Raimon continued his charge.

Raimon's action seemed to energize the three thousand Yan Yun Guards behind him, making them even more ruthless. Instantly, no one stood in the path of the black torrent.

The bandits, initially terrified by Qin Feng's Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash, had barely managed to muster some morale through Tennako's extreme methods. But now, upon seeing their leader, they couldn't even withstand a single blow from the enemy's lieutenant. Coupled with the three thousand black-armored cavalry behind him, like bloodthirsty demons, the remaining bandits fled in disarray.

However, they forgot that they only had two legs, while those behind them were knights on tall horses!

Thus, a ridiculous yet bloody scene unfolded on the official road: over ten thousand routed bandits frantically ran forward, while the three thousand black-armored knights followed leisurely. Of course, they didn't just follow; those who fell behind the fleeing bandits were either stabbed to death by the knights' spears, their deaths swift and painless; or, worse, trampled into a bloody pulp by the horses, their cries of agony echoing for a long time. The dark red bloodstains painted a poignant and tragic picture on the road.

Chapter Seventy: Unending Wrath

in Qingfeng Town.

Nagus and Gilikos emerged from their tents simultaneously, exchanging a glance, both seeing a hint of tension and worry in each other's eyes.

What made them so anxious was a smell—not the scent of perfume or food, but a faint, metallic stench of blood. At first, they thought it was the blood from the corpses in Qingfeng Town, but as the smell grew stronger, accompanied by barely audible screams, they knew something was wrong.

They had gone all out this time, bringing the elites of both bandit groups; half of their combined forces were cavalry, and cavalry was less effective in the city's alleyways.

"Nagos, do you think Tenako is…" Gilikos asked Nagus.

"Is it that Turnas is too cowardly, or is our plan this time too difficult?" "

Although Turnas is not as good as us, he is still a mid-level Grand Swordsman, and he brought more than 25,000 men, while the enemy only has 3,000. Could it be..."

The two couldn't help but shudder. Defeating 25,000 with only 3,000 men was no ordinary feat.

After discussing it, the two concluded that Turnas and his men's ambush had failed. Therefore, they decisively withdrew their respective forces from Qingfeng Town and set up camp in an open area five miles west of Qingfeng Town, waiting for the enemy to arrive...

On the official road, three figures moved forward quickly. They could already see the east gate of Qingfeng Town, which was dozens of feet away. They believed that as long as they entered the east gate, they would be safe, so they rushed forward even more desperately.

Qin Feng and his three thousand Yan Yun Guards, who had been following closely behind, also noticed the situation. They had been pursuing them from five miles away, slowing their pace to drive the fleeing bandits towards their hideout. Now that they could see Qingfeng Town ahead, they had no reason not to kill the last three bandits.

Qin Feng swung his halberd, spurred his horse, and Ta Xue, with a long neigh, sprang into action like a white lightning bolt, covering more than fifty feet in the blink of an eye. After a blinding flash of golden light, the heads of the three bandit leaders who had been fleeing from five miles away were severed from their bodies, three jets of blood shooting into the sky. Thus, the twenty-five thousand bandits who had ambushed Qin Feng were completely wiped out, with not a single survivor, while Qin Feng and his Yan Yun Guards suffered no casualties.

Looking at the lifeless town before him, Qin Feng's lips twitched a few times. Broken walls, dilapidated doors, scattered furniture, and corpses with faces full of resentment in their deaths. Qin Feng's expression grew increasingly grim. A suffocating killing intent emanated from Qin Feng, spreading outwards.

Lei Men, following behind Qin Feng, was seeing him so enraged for the first time. He cautiously stayed close, not daring to speak, only circulating his battle qi to resist the increasingly intense killing intent emanating from Qin Feng.

Lei Men now felt increasingly awe of Qin Feng. If he had felt a slight sense of grievance when he submitted to Qin Feng at the Western Camp, he now felt incredibly fortunate.

Leaving aside the top-quality armor and weapons the Ninth Prince had provided for his brothers, and the priceless steeds, the fact that the Ninth Prince had so wholeheartedly taught them the Qinghe Charge Formation and his own Henghou Killing Spear Technique was enough to show how much he valued them. If it weren't for the Ninth Prince, they might never have ever seen the battlefield, forever confined to that dilapidated military camp to live out their remaining years.

The Yan Yun Guards dispatched to collect statistics quickly reported back: all 657 inhabitants of Qingfeng Town, regardless of gender or age, were wiped out, and all movable property was looted.

Upon hearing this news, Qin Feng said nothing, only ordering Lei Men to gather all the Yan Yun Guards in the town square.

"Brothers, for your bravery today, I, Qin Feng, the Divine Martial Duke of Great Qin, your leader, am proud of your outstanding performance!"

"Wind~~~ Wind~~~ Wind~~~ Great wind!" Three thousand resounding bugle calls answered Qin Feng.

"But, a band of bandits actually slaughtered our Great Qin's people, what should we do?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"What if they outnumber us?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Good! Truly worthy of being the fine men of my Great Qin, worthy of being the true warriors of Qin Feng! Mount up!" Qin Feng immediately mounted his horse, wielding his halberd, and roared, "Let's go!"

Instantly, three thousand Yan Yun Guards nimbly mounted their mounts and followed Qin Feng out of the west gate...

Five miles west of Qingfeng Town, in an open area, Nagus and Giricos rode cautiously, on guard. A heavy atmosphere before a great battle permeated the entire area.

Suddenly, a muffled thunderous sound came from the east, growing louder and louder, even the bandits could feel the ground tremble.

Nagus and Giricos looked at each other in horror. This force numbered at least ten thousand, and this was the kind of force only seen when heavy cavalry charged, yet their master had said there were only three thousand!

"My God, are we fighting a regular army?"

"Bullshit! What regular army has this kind of momentum? This is clearly the elite of the elite..."

"Can we win? We're just a band of thieves..."

Seeing that the enemy hadn't even shown themselves yet, but the sheer force of their attack was already destabilizing their ranks, Nagus was frantic. He roared, "Shut up! Anyone who speaks again, I, Nagus, will chop off their head! Form ranks and prepare to meet the enemy!" The

previously chattering group was silenced by Nagus's shout. Who was Nagus? He was a patricide and master murderer, ruthless and merciless. He might just chop them down with a single sword strike if he didn't like them.

The sound of the enemy's hooves grew louder and more urgent, like a series of death knells pounding on the hearts of the Blood Shadow Thieves and the Viper Thieves.

Finally, a white figure appeared in everyone's sight. Behind the white figure, a series of ghostly black shadows followed closely, the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves carrying a chilling aura.

The enemy drew closer and closer, finally stopping a hundred feet away from the thieves.

The general in the lead wore seven-colored silver armor and a white robe, wielding a strange golden weapon, and rode a tall white steed. Beside him was a general wearing golden lion-head armor, and behind them were thousands of knights shrouded in black.

Neither side spoke, only facing each other, a great battle imminent.

Chapter Seventy-One: A Soul-Chasing Arrow The night was as

cool as water.

A full moon hung high in the vast night sky, its light like frost falling on the cold earth.

Under the moonlight, both sides were silent.

After a long pause, Nagus and Gilikos from the bandit group exchanged a glance, finally unable to contain themselves any longer. They spurred their horses forward and called out, "Nagus of the Blood Shadow Bandits." "Gilikos of the Viper Bandits."

But the other side seemed not to hear them, remaining completely silent.

Finally, the white-robed leader of the other side spoke, "Did you slaughter the residents of Qingfeng Town?"

His voice, devoid of any emotion and seemingly emanating from hell, sent a chill down Nagus and Gilikos's spines, momentarily forgetting to answer.

"Was it?" Qin Feng and Gilikos didn't answer, but instead emphasized their tone, infusing it with a surge of power. Nagus and Gilikos felt as if a thunderclap had struck them, a sense of dread rising from the depths of their hearts, a subconscious fear of Qin Feng.

Of course, this fear was something they themselves were unaware of, but it had already weakened their aura.

"Uh… this…" Nagus, not good with words, turned to Gilikos, gesturing for him to negotiate.

“Well, I think you have some misunderstandings about us…” Giricos, following Nagus’s prompting, began to explain to Qin Feng.

“I’ll ask you one more time, yes or no?” Qin Feng’s icy voice interrupted Giricos mercilessly, his emotionless eyes fixed on Nagus.

Qin Feng’s action enraged the already somewhat fearful Nagus and Giricos. Even a clay Buddha has some temper, let alone ruthless bandit leaders like Nagus and Giricos.

“So what if we are? What are you so arrogant about! Countless people have died at my hands, just a few ordinary civilians, what can you do to me!” Nagus roared, drawing his fiery red greatsword from his back and glaring at Qin Feng with his only eye.

Giricos, standing to the side, remained silent, but took his longbow from his back, gripped it tightly, and stared intently at Qin Feng.

"Then you can die! I'll give you a chance to regroup!" Qin Feng ignored Nagus and Giricos's petty actions and spoke in his icy voice.

Nagus and Giricos weren't pushovers; upon hearing this, they turned their horses around and returned to their ranks to regroup, awaiting the decisive battle.

Although they subconsciously held a slight awe for Qin Feng, they didn't believe their side would lose. After all, with nearly 30,000 against 3,000, and their side well-rested, they thought winning the mission was a sure thing. Anyone with a modicum of common sense wouldn't believe this battle was a foregone conclusion.

But then—

a low, desolate song rang out in the quiet night:

"How can we say we have no clothes? We share our robes. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and shields, and

fight alongside you against the common enemy! How can we say we have no clothes? We share our undergarments. The king is raising an army; let

us prepare our spears and halberds, and fight alongside you! How can we say we have no clothes? We share our garments. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our armor and weapons, and march alongside you!"

Although they couldn't understand the lyrics, the song's message of sacrificing oneself for one's country and sharing a common hatred for the enemy clearly resonated with everyone present.

At first, Nagus and Giricos were puzzled. Why sing a song when there's a battle? But fearing a trap, they dared not approach rashly.

"Not good!" Giricos was the first to react. At first, he didn't understand why the enemy was singing, but upon closer observation, he realized that their morale was rising higher and higher. The three thousand knights were already far superior to these untrained thieves, and now their momentum was unstoppable. Faced with the enemy's overwhelming aura, many of his own soldiers had already turned pale.

"We can't let them continue!" Giricos gritted his teeth, took out a pure silver arrow from his quiver, which still carried faint magical fluctuations, took a deep breath, slowly drew his bow, and locked onto the white-robed general's aura.

"The Shadowless Magic-Slaying Arrow?" Nagus exclaimed in surprise.

As someone who had been Giricos's cronies for many years, he was very familiar with this Shadowless Magic-Slaying Arrow. It is said that this arrow has only been used twice since Giricos debuted: once against a Sword Emperor-level expert, and once to hunt down a low-level eighth-rank magical beast. The result was that the Sword Emperor was pierced through the heart, and the magical beast was pierced through the brain.

Nagus knew he couldn't possibly stop Giricos from ten feet away, and of course, he was no match for him at close range. Therefore, Nagus looked at Qin Feng with the eyes of someone looking at a dead man, secretly pondering how to defeat those three thousand incredibly powerful knights after Qin Feng's death.

Giricos finally drew his longbow to its full extent, and with a gentle release, a "thud" was heard, and the Shadowless Demon-Slaying Arrow transformed into a bolt of lightning, piercing towards Qin Feng.

Giricos relaxed his shoulders, took a few deep breaths; this was the most perfect arrow he had ever shot. In terms of power and angle, it reached the limit of his ability. Giricos was extremely confident in this arrow; he believed Qin Feng absolutely could not escape it.

But after a long while, he heard no screams. Suddenly looking up, Giricos saw a smile, a smile that was utterly unsettling, filled with mockery, sarcasm, and above all, disdain. What drove him almost mad was that this smiling face was none other than the very person he had just shot. His precious, life-saving Shadowless Demon-Slaying Arrow was now obediently held between the other's two fingers.

"Impossible…this isn't real…" Giricos shook his head violently, then looked again at the white-robed general. He saw that, as if by magic, the golden weapon in the general's hand had vanished, replaced by a dark longbow, emanating an overwhelming aura of dominance.

"No…" Giricos saw that the other had actually nocked his Shadowless Demon-Slaying Arrow onto the bowstring of that dark longbow. As an excellent archer, he had an almost instinctive reaction to danger. At that moment, he sensed the aura of death emanating from the bow in the other's hand.

Ignoring Nagus's questioning gaze, Giricos hastily hid among the bandits behind him, peering through the gaps.

He saw a white-robed general under the moonlight, his bow drawn taut, the arrow aimed at Giricos. With a release, a streak of light flew towards him.

Then, the bandits blocking Giricos's path vanished into clouds of blood mist. Finally, Giricos felt a sharp pain in his forehead and lost all consciousness.

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Moonlit Cycle - The Moon Technique

"Wind... Wind... Wind... Great Wind!" As Giricos was struck in the head by Qin Feng's arrow and fell from his horse, the three thousand Yan Yun Guards behind Qin Feng roared in unison, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

The bandits facing the Yan Yun Guards were now ashen-faced with fear. If the Yan Yun Guards' initial chanting of "No Clothes," taught to them by Qin Feng, merely instilled fear in them, then Qin Feng's divine arrow strike was enough to shatter their resolve and instill utter terror.

These thieves knew Giricos best; since his debut, he had killed countless people, big and small, without ever firing a second arrow! In their hearts, Giricos was the god of archery, but now, their god of archery had died by his own arrow!

If even a so-called god of archery could be killed with a single arrow, what chance did they, these nameless nobodies, have? Panic ensued; they felt fear. They wanted to flee. Why flee? It was obvious—why wait to die?

Thus, a small group of deserters began to appear in the previously orderly ranks of the thieves. This small group of deserters was initially inconspicuous, but gradually, the phenomenon spread.

By the time Nagus realized what was happening, several thousand of the more than 30,000 thieves had fled. A fierce glint flashed in Nagus's one eye as he ordered his men, clad in blood-red armor, "Blood Slaughter Squad, behead those deserters! Warn them that anyone who tries to escape will be killed!"

"Yes, sir!" replied the six knights in blood-red armor behind Nagus. They reined in their horses and charged forward. Soon, several screams rang out, and the thieves who had initially tried to escape wisely stopped, knowing the blood on the hands of the six knights was still warm.

Seeing the thieves quiet down, Nagus finally felt a sense of relief. He had witnessed firsthand how the enemy had killed Giricos with a single arrow, and the thought of that scene sent chills down his spine. He knew he was no match for them and could only rely on sheer numbers.

Thinking this, Nagus was about to give the order to attack when he suddenly realized his energy was locked. Terrified, he turned to the side, too afraid to move. The fear of death gripped his heart for the first time, and large beads of cold sweat streamed down his face.

Suddenly, the cold, emotionless voice of the white-robed general came from behind him: "If I were to shoot you directly, you wouldn't be satisfied. I'll give you a chance to draw your sword. If you can exchange one blow with me without defeat, you can leave here alive today."

With these words, the shadow of death that had been hanging over Nagus vanished instantly, as if it had never existed. Only Nagus himself knew that he had just stepped one foot into hell.

"Lei Men, I'll give you the time it takes to brew a cup of tea to eliminate or subdue these thieves," Qin Feng said to Lei Men beside him.

"Yes, Chief!" Lei Men replied loudly. Since leaving the royal city, Qin Feng had made the three thousand Yan Yun Guards, including Lei Men, address him as their chief, thus completely integrating himself into the ranks of the soldiers.

"Yan Yun Guards, heed my command! Qinghe Charge - Cone Formation!" Lei Men brandished his eighteen-foot spear in the air, shouting the order.

"Yes, sir!" the three thousand black-armored knights responded in

deep voices. "Wind~~" Lei Men roared.

"Wind~~ Wind~~ Wind~~ Great Wind!"

The three thousand Yan Yun Guards roared their bugle calls, forming a huge triangular cone formation with Lei Men at its apex, bypassing Qin Feng and Nagus, and charging towards the bandits opposite them.

Faced with a formation he had never seen before, Nagus knew its terrifying power from the sharp apex. He wanted to block it, but dared not make a move, after all, there was an unfathomable expert watching him.

"You only have one chance to act. Whether you live or die depends on your own ability." Looking at the absent-minded Nagus, Qin Feng said coldly.

"Clang!" Nagus drew the blood-red greatsword from his back, circulating his battle qi throughout his body. Instantly, a deep green light flashed across his body.

"A high-ranking Grand Swordsman?" Qin Feng exclaimed in surprise. It wasn't that Grand Swordsmen were particularly powerful (compared to someone as monstrous as Qin Feng), but rather that those who reached the level of a high-ranking Grand Swordsman were treasured by every nation. In the Great Qin Dynasty, even a low-ranking swordsman could be granted a noble title, while a high-ranking Grand Swordsman was

at least a viscount. Of course, this surprise was fleeting on Qin Feng's face. Although he didn't understand why Nagus, who could be a nobleman, would choose to be the leader of a bandit gang, this didn't hinder Qin Feng's attack.

Suddenly, the halberd in Qin Feng's hand became unreal, seemingly transforming into a hazy, clear light. It

was as if a second moon had appeared in the world, with the same clear radiance, the same brightness, and the same chilling aura.

Nagus shook his head violently, forcing himself to expel the scene before him from his mind. He circulated his battle qi to its peak, roared, and unleashed a technique he had never used before—

"Blood Dragon Hell Slash!" Instantly, Nagus's sword transformed into a blood-red dragon beast, as if it had returned from hell. Its eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, its ferocious maw held sharp fangs, and it seemed capable of devouring the bright moon in an instant. The blood dragon, carrying a chilling aura of death, charged towards Qin Feng. The

blood dragon was incredibly fast, reaching Qin Feng in the blink of an eye. As if swallowing a dessert, it swallowed the moon in Qin Feng's hand in one gulp. As if still not satisfied, the blood dragon turned and swallowed Qin Feng and his horse whole.

Nagus laughed, a truly joyful laugh. He had finally won. Thinking of the reward for this mission, his smile widened. Of the six bandit groups that participated in this operation, besides himself, the leaders of the other five were all dead. This meant he could monopolize the reward and even recruit their remaining forces!

Thinking this, Nagus couldn't help but laugh out loud. But suddenly, his smile froze on his face, the laughter abruptly cut off.

A cold, ethereal light emanated from the belly of the blood dragon formed from Nagus's battle aura and sword intent. Then, the light grew brighter and brighter, eventually obscuring the blood dragon's true color, like a bright moon rising from its belly. The blood dragon seemed to sense the danger, struggling desperately to expel the moon. Suddenly—

with a "bang," the moon inside the blood dragon's belly shattered into pieces, and the enormous image of the blood dragon vanished into the night sky.

A voice devoid of any warmth seemed to come from hell—

"Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash - Moon Technique."

Chapter Seventy-Three: Taking a High-Ranking Swordsman as

a Slave , a tragic hero whose fate is lamented, is scornfully called a "slave of three surnames" by many scholars and moralists. How tragic!

Yet, consider the Three Kingdoms' struggle for supremacy. Who could single-handedly hold off the eighteen warlords at Hulao Pass? Who could single-handedly fight against the future Martial Saint Guan Yu and the divine general Zhang Fei?

Yet, he earned eternal infamy for serving an evil master!

This eternal tragedy cannot be summed up in a single sigh!

The Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash is the signature technique of Lü Bu, the number one warrior of the Three Kingdoms. It was created by him after observing the rising and setting of the sun and moon, and consists of two parts: the Sun Technique and the Moon Technique.

The Sun Technique is as fierce and unparalleled as the sun, emphasizing the direct destruction of the opponent with the most powerful and yang energy; the Moon Technique is as gentle and cold as the moon, emphasizing the destruction of the opponent from within with the most yin and gentle energy.

Qin Feng easily broke through Nagus's Blood Dragon Hell Slash with the Moon Technique of the Sun and Moon Reincarnation Slash, and his halberd did not stop, thrusting straight towards Nagus's forehead. The Blood Dragon Hell Slash had exhausted all of Nagus's energy, and now he sat weakly on his mount.

He watched helplessly as the strange golden weapon drew mysterious trajectories, silently charging towards him. As a great swordsman who had been baptized by fire and blood, Nagus could clearly feel the killing intent that penetrated straight to the soul. He wanted to move, but he couldn't muster any strength.

"No~~~" Nagus roared in despair. He didn't want to die, nor was he willing to die, because a golden opportunity was right before his eyes. Of the top three bandit groups in Qin, only he remained. As long as he lived, he could gather their remaining forces and dominate the bandit world of Qin. For a thief, this was an opportunity he had pursued his entire life!

Facing death, Nagus calmed down and said to the owner of the strange golden weapon,

"Your value in not killing me far outweighs your value in killing me!"

An inch, just an inch, and the gleaming halberd tip stopped just an inch from Nagus's forehead.

"Speak further. If you cannot satisfy me, then it will be more than just death." A chilling voice came from the owner of the halberd.

With a "whoosh," the halberd, just an inch from Nagus's forehead, disappeared. Of course, Nagus was oblivious to all this. He greedily inhaled the surrounding air, cold sweat soaking the black cloth covering his blind eye. The sudden shift from hell to heaven was a shock even for a seasoned thief like him, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

"I...I have...a treasure, something I've collected over twenty years as a thief, worth at least 5 million amethyst coins...If you release me, I'll give you all of it!" Nagus gasped, not daring to hesitate.

"I have a technique that can search a person's memories. Even if you don't tell me, I'll know! I'm sorry, sir, your reason is insufficient!" Qin Feng's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"Ah...I..." Nagus's face turned ashen. He was completely finished this time. He had thought that handing over his life savings would save his life, but he never expected that the other party possessed such a skill—the ability to search memories. It seemed he was doomed this time.

In an instant, Nagus was filled with despair. He lowered his head, preparing to accept his impending death. But after a long while, he saw no further action from the other party. Just as he was about to look up, he heard that cold voice in his ear—

"However, I'm missing a dog, a loyal and obedient dog, a dog that will bite for me. If you can make me believe in your loyalty, I might consider making you that dog!"

Nagus was furious. He was the leader of the fourth largest bandit group on the continent, the number one bandit group in the Great Qin Dynasty!

He was the leader of a bandit group that commanded over ten thousand people! And now, someone wanted him to be a dog, a dog that wagged its tail?! This was intolerable! Just as Nagus was about to unleash a torrent of curses, a murderous aura swept over him, enveloping him and instantly suffocating him. His heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. Just when Nagus thought he was about to die, the murderous aura receded like a tide.

"What, Lord Nagus, have you made up your mind? This is your last chance, I hope you seize it!" The cold voice rang in Nagus's ears again.

Having experienced the feeling of going from hell to heaven again, Nagus finally understood how fortunate it was to be alive. All those so-called dignity, wealth, and status were worthless in the face of survival!

"I am willing to be your dog, my lord, a dog loyal to its master!" Nagus, having recovered, prostrated himself at Qin Feng's feet.

"I, Qin Feng, the Ninth Prince of Great Qin, First-Class Divine Martial Duke, accept you as my lowly slave!" Qin Feng paused and said, "However, how can you expect me to believe you?"

How can you make someone believe that they are willing to be your slave? Actually, the method is very simple: just sign a slave contract. As the leader of the Blood Shadow Thieves, he had done his fair share of human trafficking, so he naturally knew how to do it.

"Supreme Creator God, your loyal subject Nagus-Blood, under your witness, I hereby sign a contract with the human before me, that he is my master and I my servant..." Nagus bit his finger, and a drop of blood on his hand turned golden after he finished reciting the contract, flying towards Qin Feng as if it possessed a spirit.

Qin Feng gently caught the drop of blood in his palm and said, "Supreme Creator God, your loyal subject Qin Feng, under your witness, I hereby sign a contract with the human before me, that I am my master and he my servant..."

After speaking, a golden "contract" character formed of energy flew from Qin Feng's palm, entering Nagus's forehead and disappearing in a flash.

From this moment on, our poor Blood Shadow Thieves leader was no longer an independent and free person, but a slave!

That drop of blood from Nagus just now carried a part of his soul, meaning that Nagus's life was now in Qin Feng's hands. If Qin Feng so desired, he could kill Nagus at any time, even if they were thousands of miles apart! Of course, some might think, "Wouldn't killing Qin Feng grant Nagus freedom?" Unfortunately, if Qin Feng dies, Nagus will also die without a doubt!

"Master!" Nagus stood up and respectfully addressed Qin Feng.

Qin Feng waved his hand, pointing to the arena, indicating for Nagus to look.

Nagus looked up and gasped in shock. This was terrifying!

Chapter Seventy-Four: Three Thousand Against Thirty Thousand

Under the moonlight, the two sides were clearly divided. Three thousand black-armored knights, in groups of three, weaved through the bandits. In the short time Qin Feng had captured Nagus, they had completely disrupted the bandits' formation, forcing these untrained thieves into a situation of fighting individually.

This one-sided battle completely overturned Nagus's previous understanding. If it were the three thousand black-armored knights being besieged, it would be understandable, but now it was his own men being besieged—a full twenty thousand, nearly thirty thousand, being slaughtered without resistance by a mere three thousand!

Just as Nagus was sighing, Qin Feng's words nearly drove him mad—

"Lei Men, finish this battle within fifty breaths!" Qin Feng's icy voice pierced the entire battlefield, making it clear to everyone.

"Yes, sir!" Lei Men casually stabbed a bandit attacking him to death with his spear, replying with a booming voice. "

Yan Yun Guards, listen to my command: Change the cone formation to a killing formation, those who surrender will not be killed!" Lei Men roared, his eighteen-foot spear tracing a path, lifting a head filled with horror.

"Great Wind! Kill!" Upon receiving Lei Men's order, the three thousand Yan Yun Guards raised their lances, roared, and abruptly changed formation, charging towards the bewildered thieves.

If the Yan Yun Guards' previous formation was merely a large awl, piercing through the thieves' ranks, then their current formation was a giant pair of scissors, ruthlessly shredding the thieves' lives.

The sound of hooves, the screams of the dying, the grating sound of weapons scraping against bones, and the screech of severed limbs hitting the ground echoed through the night.

"Master!" Nagus could no longer bear it. He knelt before Qin Feng with a thud, pleading,

"Please spare them! They were only following orders."

"Oh, our ruthless Nagus is actually pleading for these people?" Qin Feng looked at Nagus, a cryptic smile on his face.

"Master!" Nagus knelt before Qin Feng.

"Nagos, more soldiers aren't necessarily better, but better soldiers are! Understand?" Qin Feng looked at Nagus with a playful expression, and without waiting for Nagus's reaction, he said to Lei Men:

"Lei Men, those who surrender will not be killed, those who resist will die!"

"Yes, sir!" Lei Men pried open the corpse on the spear and roared: "Those who surrender will not be killed, those who resist will die!"

"Those who surrender will not be killed, those who resist will die!"

"Those who surrender will not be killed, those who resist will die!"

...

Instantly, the roars of the Yan Yun Guards rang out in the arena. The bandits, who had already been slaughtered without any power to resist, immediately dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground upon hearing "those who surrender will not be killed." With the bandits' surrender, this one-sided battle quickly ended.

Looking at the only six knights in blood-red armor still fighting desperately, a look of appreciation flashed across Qin Feng's face. He turned to give Nagus behind him an inquiring look.

"Master, these are the Blood Slayers that I have trained over the years," Nagus said, bowing.

"They are orphans I picked up when they were young and raised them. They are my most capable assistants," Nagus continued, seeing Qin Feng looking at him with a "go on" expression.

The six rebels, with one as their spearhead, continued to fight against the Yan Yun Guards surrounding them. Although defeat and capture were inevitable, they stubbornly resisted. The surrounding Yan Yun Guards did not rush in, but instead split into two groups to fight the rebels. For true men, regardless of status, everyone would respect them.

Qin Feng pointed with interest to the spearhead among the six blood-red armored knights and asked, "Who is that?"

"His name is Ye Xinghen. He is the most skilled in martial arts among the six. He is twenty years old this year and has already reached the level of a mid-level swordsman! He is obsessed with martial arts and has extraordinary wisdom. He tried to dissuade me from ambushing my master many times, but I did not heed his advice..." Nagus looked ashamed when he talked about ambushing Qin Feng.

"Two steps back, three steps forward, three steps to the right, five steps forward, one step to the left, attack the right flank..." Seeing the stalemate, Qin Feng called out, instructing the Yan Yun Guards.

The six Yan Yun Guards instinctively obeyed. A series of clanging sounds rang out as the blood-red armored knight, the one who had been the arrowhead, was swept off his horse. For a cavalryman, being swept off his horse meant death! Fortunately, the Yan Yun Guards felt a sense of sympathy for him, so they merely bound him.

Without their arrowhead, the blood-red armored knight squad was no match for the Yan Yun Guards, who were accustomed to the Qinghe charge. In no time, they were all captured.

"Nagos, do you know what I want you to do?" Qin Feng and Nagus entered the arena. Looking at the thieves kneeling before him, their eyes filled with fear, Qin Feng asked.

"This servant dares not guess what Master is thinking."

Qin Feng thought to himself, this slave contract is really good. The once arrogant Nagus is now as obedient as a dog. A fox-like smile curved his lips as he said, "I want you to continue doing your old profession!"

"Master?" Nagus looked up at Qin Feng, a hint of confusion and surprise flashing in his eyes.

"Fish need water, eagles need the sky, tigers need the mountains and forests, and you, the great thief Nagus, need a wide stage! The task I'm giving you is to rob everything you can. Of course, don't continue to slaughter ordinary people, otherwise..." Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, only glancing at Nagus.

That one glance sent a chill down Nagus's spine. He quickly replied,

"Yes, Master, rest assured, this servant will remember!"

Qin Feng turned to look at the kneeling thieves, a chilling, bloodthirsty smile on his face. "Perhaps many of you are good friends, but unfortunately, only three thousand of you will survive today. I will give you ten breaths to consider. If you haven't made your choice by then, then you will all go to hell together. Begin the countdown!"

"Ten!" Lei Men immediately began the countdown after hearing Qin Feng's words.

"Nine!"

The besieged thieves looked at their brothers who had just fought side by side, and thinking about what the demon had said, a chill ran through them. To kill or to be killed?

Finally, one thief's will to survive overcame his so-called brotherhood, and he turned his blade on the brother beside him.

"Ah..." The dying screams opened the prelude to this infighting. Driven by fear and the will to survive, the thieves attacked their brothers like enemies.

Screams rang out one after another as the more than 20,000 besieged thieves, like madmen, desperately tore at their comrades!

Chapter 75: A Rain of Pear Blossoms

"Do you know why I made them kill each other?" Qin Feng asked Nagus, who calmly watched his men fight amongst themselves, nodding inwardly.

"Please enlighten me, Master," Nagus bowed. "

The key to an army is quality, not quantity. Your thief group claims to be over 20,000, but in reality, only about 3,000 are truly capable of fighting. While redundant troops may look impressive, they are merely a waste of food and a drag on efficiency,"

Qin Feng continued, seeing Nagus listening intently. "Thieves, by their very nature, require speed—swift as the wind, fast as fire. Therefore, they are best equipped with light cavalry, so they can appear and disappear without a trace, truly surviving."

"Master's advice is wise; Nagus has learned his lesson," Nagus bowed to Qin Feng, this time with genuine gratitude.

Thieves? Qin Feng chuckled inwardly. Compared to him, an SSS-level interstellar pirate, these people still wielding melee weapons were utterly insignificant. They didn't even understand the most basic principles of thievery; it was no wonder they were being annihilated.

The number of thieves in the arena steadily decreased. Driven by the need for survival, the thieves finally unleashed their bloodlust, brandishing their blades in a frenzied slaughter. Of course, some, blinded by rage, charged towards the Yan Yun Guards, attempting to carve a bloody path. Unfortunately, before they could even get close, their chests were pierced by dark knight's lances.

Qin Feng scoffed at these people. The most crucial skill for a thief was assessing the situation. Those who couldn't even distinguish between strong and weak, and who killed indiscriminately, were better off dead sooner rather than later, otherwise, they might drag the entire team to annihilation at a critical moment.

Finally, the number of thieves dwindled to below three thousand. After Qin Feng let out a soft shout carrying the power of the "Heaven and Earth Shattering Technique," the crazed thieves gradually regained their senses.

"You killed your own brothers, but you will live on! After today's baptism of blood, you have become true thieves! Follow Nagus and work hard, and you will be the most powerful thieves in the entire Qin Dynasty and even the entire continent!" Qin Feng's voice seemed to have a magnetic quality, and with its boundless allure, it made these thieves, who had just regained their senses, fall into a daze again.

Qin Feng ignored the thieves and turned to Nagus, saying, "Take them back. You know exactly what to do, so I won't waste my breath. Give me 60% of your profits from robberies each year, and you can decide how to distribute the rest."

"This servant wouldn't dare! I'll give it all to my master!" Nagus said hastily, startled. A slave, deprived of personal freedom, what right did he have to own property?

"Remember, you are my slave, Qin Feng's slave, and only my slave! You can kill, set fires, rob, drink, and play with women as before—everything will remain the same! But what I said you can't do, you can't do, otherwise…"

"Thank you, master!" Nagus knelt before Qin Feng, his eyes moist. He had thought that becoming a slave meant losing everything, but his master allowed him to continue as before. In other words, aside from his life being controlled by his master, everything remained the same.

Many things are only valued after they are lost, and many things are only regretted after they are lost.

"Except for Ye Xinghen, take the rest of you," Qin Feng ordered calmly, waving his hand. The Yan Yun Guards automatically stepped aside.

"Yes, Master, take care." Nagus bowed respectfully to Qin Feng, organized the recovered thieves into a group, and led them towards his headquarters, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Qin Feng looked at the young general bound hand and foot, his stubborn eyes fixed on him defiantly. He chuckled inwardly. "Little brat, see if I can't subdue you?"

Qin Feng took out his halberd from his spatial bag. With a surge of energy, the halberd instantly transformed into thousands of illusory images, like a torrential downpour covering an area of ten feet. Those around could almost hear the sound of the rain hitting the ground.

Just as the downpour was about to fall, the numerous illusory images suddenly transformed into beautiful flowers. Under the moonlight, on a pear tree, snow-white blossoms opened and fell in succession. The onlookers could almost hear the creaking of the blossoms as they unfolded, the thud of them hitting the ground, and even smell the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms…

When they awoke from their reverie, they saw the creator of it all, Qin Feng, the ninth prince of the Qin Dynasty, clad in white robes and silver armor, sitting astride his white horse, one hand around its neck, the other holding a wine jug, gulping down fine wine. Ye

Xinghen, the young general in crimson armor, suddenly felt a sense of relief. Looking down, he saw that the ropes binding him had vanished. Obsessed with martial arts, he hurriedly approached Qin Feng.

“Want to learn?” Qin Feng, after taking another sip of wine, looked at the young general with envious eyes and asked.

Ye Xinghen nodded, saying nothing, only gazing at Qin Feng with eager eyes.

"Let's see if you can keep up! Charge!" Qin Feng gave Ye Xinghen a half-smile, slapped his horse's head, and galloped westward, leaving Ye Xinghen looking dumbfounded.

"Yan Yun Guards, listen to my command! Standard formation, charge!" Lei Men's booming voice rang out loudly in the night sky.

Under the cover of darkness, the thunderous hooves kicked up clouds of dust as the horses galloped westward.

Watching the receding figures, Ye Xinghen gritted his teeth, mounted his horse, and shouted "Charge!" before chasing after them westward.

Under the moonlight, the remaining corpses and the heavy stench of blood made the land appear exceptionally desolate.

This battle completely shattered the original thief world order of the Great Qin. A new thief group controlled by Qin Feng—the Blood Shadow Thieves—would replace the original three-way division and unify the Great Qin thief world. Leaving aside the profits involved, the sheer power of this force was not to be underestimated.

The Right Chancellor, Yu Tianyang, who had originally bribed these thieves to ambush Qin Feng, never imagined that his meticulously planned move would not only fail to eliminate this thorn in his side but would also greatly enhance the enemy's strength. Moreover, his deposit of over three million amethyst coins was completely wasted—a double loss.

In summary, the three thousand Yan Yun Guards decisively defeated the fifty thousand-strong bandit alliance. Regardless of how weak these bandits were, the power unleashed by these black-armored knights was no less than that of the Golden Lion Knights. Furthermore, their Qinghe Charge Formation was still relatively new; it's unimaginable what kind of force these three thousand Yan Yun Guards would become once they fully mastered its essence. It's

also worth mentioning that, after this battle, Qin Feng's original personality gradually resurfaced. The weakness and compassion inherent in the Ninth Prince's soul were gradually replaced by the cunning, composure, and bloodthirstiness of the original space pirate Qin Feng!

Chapter Seventy-Six: The Conspiracy.

The Fatil army camp was located in Kashiwane, a key border town between Fatil and the Great Qin.

Inside a magnificent tent, three elderly men with white hair and beards sat.

The one in the lead wore a magnificent black robe, with a vibrant golden tulip embroidered vividly on its front. On the entire continent, only the Tulip Clan of the Fatil Empire, one of the three great empires, dared to openly embroider tulips on their robes. To

the Tulip Duke's left sat one wearing a golden, one-piece swordsman's armor. His eyes gleamed, his white hair giving him a youthful face. He sat there like a mountain, commanding respect. This was Gurod, one of the four great sword saints of the continent (of a human nation).

Seated opposite Sword Saint Gurod was an elderly man dressed in a brown high-ranking mage's robe with nine gold stars on his chest. Unlike the Sword Saint Gurod's imposing aura, this old man appeared exceptionally calm and composed, as weighty as the earth itself. He was the Earth Archmage, Vladik, the Grand Preceptor of the Fatil Empire.

"I didn't expect that Great Qin would have such a wise man who foresaw that Fatil would send troops to Great Qin," Duke Tulip exclaimed.

"So what? Although they have 100,000 Xuanwu Legion soldiers on their border, the Empire has secretly dispatched 200,000 troops this time, hmph~" Sword Saint Gurod's fiery temper was now on full display.

A subtle, unfathomable look flashed in Duke Tulip's eyes, but he said in a deep voice, "However, according to our scouts, this time, Great Qin's Grand Marshal Kane has also come with the army..." Duke Tulip didn't finish his sentence, but looked at the two pillars of the empire with a questioning gaze.

“Our Sword Saint and Archmage did indeed agree not to attack other countries without authorization, otherwise the country would be attacked by all sides,” said the Earth Archmage Vladik.

“This… what do you two think we should do?” Duke Tulip passed the buck.

“Indeed, the agreement forbade attacking other countries without authorization, but it didn’t say we couldn’t defend, did it? That means Kane can defend, but we two can’t attack!” Sword Saint Gurod stroked his beard.

“Yes, in that case, we’ll have to carefully consider our attack on Qin. After all, with a Sword Saint guarding there, a rash attack would likely result in heavy losses even if we won!” Duke Tulip frowned.

"Well..."

"Your Grace, this time you're in command, so whatever you say goes. Vladik and I will listen to you. But then again, we two can't attack Qin. Otherwise, the Empire might face an attack from the other three great sword saints and five great mages, and the consequences would be something the three of us can't afford!" Old Sword Saint Gurod passed the buck back to Duke Tulip.

A hint of joy flashed in Duke Tulip's eyes, and he pretended to ponder for a long time before saying, "I do have a way to solve this, but it requires the cooperation of the two masters."

"Oh, Your Grace, what's your plan?"

"The old marshal can use a duel as an excuse to delay Qin's Marshal Kane, preferably capturing him alive. This way, not only can he not participate in defending the Empire's attack, but we can also spread the news of his capture to affect Qin's morale, and then march south..."

"This..." Upon hearing Duke Tulip's plan, the old Sword Saint Gurod and the Archmage Vlad exchanged a glance, hesitating slightly. "We, the four Sword Saints and the six Archmages, know each other well, and besides, that kid Kane is quite to my liking. I'm afraid we won't be able to bring ourselves to do it!"

"Old Marshal, between the interests of the Empire and personal honor, which is more important?" Duke Tulip asked.

"Of course, the interests of the Empire are more important!"

"Now, if, because of your momentary mercy, you allow Sword Saint Kane to defend the city, how many of my Fatil warriors will perish by his sword? How many parents will lose their sons? How many women will lose their husbands? How many children will lose their fathers? And how many families will be torn apart?" Duke Tulip asked in a deep voice.

"This..."

"Compared to the interests of the Empire, compared to the millions of warriors of the Empire, compared to the millions of parents, wives, and children eagerly awaiting his return, what is a mere personal honor or disgrace?"

Duke Tulip didn't give the old sword saint a chance to answer, and continued, "Besides, in this operation, I only ask that you, old marshal, hold off Kane or capture him alive, not that you take his life!"

"Your Grace is right, it was my oversight! Indeed, compared to the millions of soldiers of Fatil and the elderly parents, widows, wives, and children eagerly awaiting his return, what is my personal honor or disgrace, Gurod? Your Grace, rest assured, I guarantee Kane won't be able to climb the city walls!" Old Sword Saint Gurod sighed.

"What do you think, Grand Master?" Seeing that Old Sword Saint Gurod had agreed, Duke Tulip turned to ask the Earth Archmage Vladik.

"Do everything as Your Grace wishes." Master Vladik, who hadn't spoken until now, gave Duke Tulip a deep look and said.

"In that case, I will trouble you both. On behalf of the countless soldiers of Fatil, I thank the old marshal and the Grand Tutor!" Duke Tulip said with an air of righteous indignation... In a key

border town bordering the Qin Dynasty and the Fatil Empire,

Grand Marshal Kane of the Qin army sat on his throne reviewing military affairs.

Suddenly, a sharp pang of fear gripped him. Kane immediately stopped what he was doing, circulated his battle qi, and a flash of purple light appeared.

"What's going on? Why did I suddenly have this urge?" Kane muttered to himself.

"Reporting to the Grand Marshal, a Fatil messenger has delivered a letter, supposedly from Grand Marshal Gurod of Fatil." A guard's voice sounded outside the tent.

"Bring it in," Kane ordered.

Taking the letter, Kane opened it and said to the Fatil messenger, "Go back and report to your Grand Marshal that I, Kane, will definitely be there on time!"

"Yes."...

In the secret chamber of the Right Prime Minister's residence in the Qin capital,

Right Prime Minister Yu Tianyang finished reading the magical letter in his hand and let out a loud laugh like an owl.

"Hahaha, I, Yu Tianyang, have endured for twenty years, and my day of triumph is finally near! Hahaha~~ In three days, in three days, I will be the ruler of this vast Qin Dynasty! Hahaha~~"

"Qin Feng, in three days, it will be your death day. Blame it on offending my son! Hmph!"

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Battle of the Saint-Rank -

The Secret Chamber of the Left Prime Minister's Residence in the Qin Royal City.

Left Prime Minister Solitu and a man in black sat facing each other.

"Hashimoto-kun, is the information you've gathered accurate?" the Left Prime Minister asked.

"Koizumi-kun, after decades of infiltrating the Qin Empire, do you no longer trust the warriors of my Great Wa Empire?"

"No, no, I just wanted to confirm. If that's the case, then let's begin our operation in three days! I've already arranged for the three hundred samurai of our Great Wa Empire."

"Hmm, if this succeeds, Koizumi-kun's contribution will be immense!"

"Not at all, not at all, this is all thanks to Hashimoto-kun's help! I picked out a few pretty young ladies to send to Hashimoto-kun!"

"Yoshi, Koizumi-kun is truly loyal! Haha~~"

"Haha~~...

In the dense forest on the outskirts of the Qin capital.

"Otto, are you ready?" A person wearing fiery red armor, their face concealed by a phoenix mask, asked. Although her face was obscured, her curvaceous figure encased in armor and her cool yet melodious voice suggested she was a woman, and a beautiful one at that.

"Princess, everything is ready!" "A handsome red-armored knight beside the beautiful general replied respectfully.

"According to inside information, the Left and Right Chancellors will make their move in three days. We should remain still and wait until they are both weakened before striking. That way, we can succeed in one fell swoop," the masked female general said.

"Yes, sir!" "The Red-Armored Knight said...

Mount Kraima is located at the border between Qin and Fatil.

On the highest peak of Mount Kraima, Duxiu Peak, two warriors stood facing each other.

One, facing north, wore imposing golden armor and held a two-handed greatsword. He appeared to be in his forties; this was none other than Kane, the Grand Marshal of the Qin army. Although Kane looked to be in his forties, he was actually over sixty, the last of the four great sword saints of the continent.

Opposite Kane was an old man with white hair and beard, also wearing imposing golden armor, and holding a golden spear about two zhang long. This was Gurod, the Grand Marshal of the Fatil Empire, one of the four great sword saints of the continent, who was ninety years old but did not show his age.

"Master Gurod, did you invite me here this time to fight me again?" "Kane joked with Gurod. After all, the four great sword saints and six great mages of the continent would spar with each other every few days, and Gurod and Kane were arguably the closest among the four great sword saints. They would set aside some time each year to spar, either in Fatil or in Qin.

Gurod blushed, then said seriously, "Kane, well, if Fatil attacks Qin, will you defend it?"

"Of course, Qin is my homeland! According to the agreement between us sword saints and great mages, saint-level experts are not allowed to participate in attacks on other countries, but it doesn't say they can't participate in defense! Moreover, as a Qin citizen, as a Qin soldier, defending my homeland is my duty!" Kane said solemnly.

"In that case, Kane, I'm sorry. As you said, although we sword saints are sword saints, we also have our own homeland! To reduce the sacrifice of the men of Fatil, for the glory of Fatil, Kane, I'm sorry!" "Grod exclaimed loudly.

"Master Grod, enough with the pleasantries, let me experience your awe-inspiring Beacon Fire Technique once more." Kane circulated his battle qi, and instantly, a hazy blue aura enveloped him.

"Alright, then let us have a magnificent battle for our respective countries!" "Groud brandished his spear, his snow-white hair and beard whipped back by the gale generated by the internal energy flowing through his body, and like Kane, his body was enveloped in a hazy blue aura.

At the center of their auras, two invisible energies clashed fiercely, and the sharp friction of the air could be heard.

Both men stared at each other with grave expressions. Although they had sparred many times, each time it was merely a friendly exchange, never using their full strength. This time, however, it concerned the affairs of both nations, and neither dared to be negligent.

But what Kane didn't know was that half a mile away from their battle, the Grand Master of the Fatil Empire, Vladik, was intently watching the unfolding events. If Kane still had a fighting chance against Groud, who was also a Sword Saint, then against the combination of Groud and Vladik, he had no choice but to be defeated."

The auras of the two figures in the arena had reached their peak. Within a ten-mile radius of them, a heavy atmosphere pervaded the air. The pressure of their Saint-level prowess instilled fear and unease in all living beings within a ten-mile radius of Duxiu Peak.

Their frantically circulating battle qi resonated with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, gradually forming a vortex centered on them.

"Caw, caw!" A bird that had come out to hunt for food inadvertently flew into their aura. Before it could even make a sound, it was crushed into a bloody, mangled pulp by two invisible giant hands, then, as if falling into an invisible meat grinder, it was pulverized and broken down into the most basic particles of heaven and earth.

The once clear sky turned gloomy, and the ground within ten feet of the two figures caved in under the immense pressure. Several boulders within their radius were silently crushed into dust.

Even before the Saint-level experts exchanged blows, the sheer force of their auras had already caused the heavens and earth to change color.

Kane, after all, hadn't been a Sword Saint as long as Gurod, and thus lacked the same imposing presence. It was this slight difference that caused Kane's internal injuries.

Swallowing the blood rising in his throat, Kane raised his battle aura to its peak and roared,

"Saint-Rank Domain—Icebound Domain!"

As Kane's voice fell, a transparent, ice-blue energy shield enveloped a ten-zhang radius around him, and within the shield, a heavy snowfall began.

A Saint-Rank Domain is a skill exclusive to Saint-Rank masters. It creates a unique space within a certain radius centered on the user. All rules within this space are set by the user; that is, within your domain, everything is under your control. You can decide the life or death of anyone within your domain; within your domain, you are a god!

Of course, maintaining a Saint-Rank Domain consumes a tremendous amount of energy. For example, Kane's internal energy could only sustain his domain for half an hour at most.

At the same time, Saint-level domains also have varying strengths. The lowest-level Saint-level domains are single-element domains such as water, fire, earth, wind, light, and darkness. Above that are dual-element domains, then tri-element domains, and so on. The highest-level Saint-level domain is a seven-element domain, which only the legendary Creator Gods can possess. Chapter

Seventy-Eight: Domain Clash -

Birdan, a major western town of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Inside the royal tent of the Beast Clan camp.

King Stru-Behemoth turned to the Great Prophet Danton-Fox sitting beside him and asked, "Prophet, is 'he' almost here?"

"Your Majesty, there's no need to rush. What's meant to be will be. Our Beast Clan's Rejuvenator will arrive in another day."

"What did you mean when you said 'he' hadn't truly transformed yet?"

"The Rejuvenator hasn't yet realized his responsibilities, or perhaps he hasn't fully awakened. This requires certain trials to facilitate his transformation."

"Then we can't take him back this time?"

"What? Does Your Majesty intend to kidnap him?" Danton-Fox looked at King Stru-Behemoth with a half-smile.

"Uh, well… the weather's nice today, sunny and breezy… Mans, don't you think so?" Stru-Behemoth blushed slightly and turned to the dozing new Bull Clan Chieftain below.

"Ah, Your Majesty, what?" Mans-Ox, who was almost asleep, jumped up reflexively when the Beast King called him. After listening to the prompting from the Tiger Clan Chief Hugh-Tagore beside him, he scratched the back of his head and then asked the Beast King in bewilderment,

"Your Majesty, it's raining today. The sun is hiding in its den, sleeping. I don't think the weather is nice!"

"Uh… this…" The Beast King now felt like strangling Mans. Looking at the chieftains below who were barely suppressing their laughter, his face turned as red as could be. Fortunately, he had fur on his face, so no one could see it.

"Your Majesty, 'he' is not suitable for, nor will he, go to our Beast Clan's lands. 'He' is not the real 'him' yet!" The Great Prophet Danton-Fox left a note and closed his eyes, saying nothing more.

Silence fell once more in the tent…

In the basement of an inconspicuous house in Kashiwa, a border town between the Fatil Empire and the Great Qin Kingdom.

A man dressed in black robes, his face obscured, knelt on the ground, holding a crystal ball about two feet in diameter. He muttered an esoteric incantation, the crystal ball seemingly filled with liquid that churned with each incantation.

Finally, after the man finished chanting, sweating profusely, wisps of milky-white vapor overflowed from the crystal ball, forming a large, blurry image above it. The image was indistinct, yet emanated a powerful aura of authority.

"Dicaras, why did you awaken me in this place with a small image ball?" a voice, neither clearly male nor female, demanded, tinged with anger.

"Your Excellency, everything is proceeding according to plan. However, during the attack on Qin, their Grand Marshal Kane will put up a fierce resistance. I'm worried that he might delay our plans," the man in black replied respectfully.

"You can't even handle such a small matter?" the voice in the image replied with a cold, calm tone.

“Your Excellency, but Kane is one of the four great sword saints of the continent…”

“Hmph, are there really only four sword saints on the continent? I think you're not one of those ignorant mortals; you should know that!”

“Yes, I know, but he's currently dueling with Gurod. Should I go…”

“Hmm, go. Don't let anyone discover your presence.”

“Don't worry, Your Excellency. How could they, mere sword saints and archmages, possibly discover the presence of a sword god like me?”

“Better safe than sorry, understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Go. Report any new developments to me immediately. Your master will not forget your contribution!”

“Yes.” …

Kane's Frozen Domain is an advanced version of the Water Domain. Within this domain, the enemy's speed will be slowed, and one must constantly guard against ice blades attacking from all directions. Of course, if the enemy within the domain is weaker than him, he can decide their life or death. Unfortunately, this time the enemy is Gurod, whose strength is even greater than his!

"Kane, I must admit, you are indeed a genius that appears only once in a century. If we, Fatil and Great Qin, weren't enemies, and if you had another ten years, you could very well have caught up with me. Unfortunately... we are on opposing sides, so I can only apologize!" After the initial panic upon entering Kane's domain, Gurod finally calmed down and said regretfully to Kane.

"Saint-level Domain—Blazing Flame Domain!" With Gurod's shout, a ball of fire appeared within Kane's frozen domain, burning wildly around Gurod.

The fire seemed possessed, burning away the surrounding snowflakes before rushing towards Kane with immense force.

"Boom!" The icy ice finally collided with the blazing fire, producing a deafening roar. Several ancient trees were uprooted, and the dust kicked up turned the sky a hazy yellow.

"A clash of Saint-level beings, truly extraordinary," exclaimed Vlad the Grand Tutor of Fatil, who was watching from afar.

Just as Kane and Gurod were locked in fierce combat, a dark shadow flashed past at a speed exceeding human limits.

"Was it just my imagination?" Archmage Vlad looked around, saw nothing, and muttered to himself.

The situation on the field changed again. After the clash of Saint-level domains, both Gurod and Kane were injured. However, Kane, already wounded from the earlier battle of auras, couldn't hold back the spitting out of his mouthful of blood.

"Kane, you're injured. As long as you promise not to participate in the Qin's defense, we'll stop, okay?" Gurod, being an old acquaintance of Kane, felt sorry for him seeing him injured.

"Clang!" The answer was the sound of Kane's greatsword being drawn.

"For my homeland, I must fight! Teacher Gurod, even if I die, I will not give up defending my homeland!" After saying this, Kane poured his battle aura into his greatsword and fiercely slashed at Gurod.

"Good!" Gurod moved his golden spear to the left, deflecting the energy from Kane's sword, and said:

"You take this too! Heaven-Shaking Beacon Fire Technique - Beacon Fire Across the Sky!"

The golden spear in Gurod's hand seemed to burn, carrying a ring of raging flames as it thrust towards Kane's chest like a dragon.

Wherever the golden spear passed, it stirred up towering heat waves, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. The ear-piercing screams produced by the rapidly compressed air made even the Archmage Vladik, who was half a mile away, frown.

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