"Victory without honor."

    Previously, Xiong Ying had been attacked in the waist by the white-robed scholar, the blade wound reaching deep into his organs. If Wang Anfeng had targeted that area, Xiong Ying would have undoubtedly died instantly, yet Wang Anfeng seemed to blatantly ignore the concealed injury and continued his fierce onslaught. Sёarch* The N??elFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Victory without honor..."

    Xiong Ying murmured lowly, then his eyes widened, and he burst into laughter, exclaiming:

    "Victory without honor, victory without honor?!"

    "What a true man!"

    "Xiong Ying today, knows he is bound to die." Your journey continues at My Virtual Library Empire

    "Yet even in death, I refuse to die by those despicable scoundrels. My proud head, only you may take it!"

    As the laughter ended, the grip on Wang Anfeng''s sword scabbard suddenly intensified.

    He was originally a peak Sixth Rank Martial Artist. Even though he suffered a severe covert injury and had been surrounded, he was still exceptional. At that moment, he burst forth with immense inner strength from his dantian. Wang Anfeng, in an instant, found it hard to break free. As he gathered his strength forcefully, the sword scabbard still thrust directly towards the left side, plunging straight into Xiong Ying''s heart and emerging soaked in black blood from the back.

    At the same time, he swung his heavy blade with his last martial power fiercely to the side.

    At this moment, the tightly strung nerves of the crowd had relaxed. How could they anticipate this move? Amidst the fierce whoosh of air, the heavy blade, embodying the full inner strength of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, flew like a meteor across the sky, slashing directly at the throat of the white-robed scholar and heavily falling to the ground.

    In the explosive sound, the ground within several meters instantly collapsed, and in the center of the deep pit, the blade still hummed unstoppably.

    A dead silence filled the arena.

    Someone''s head hit the ground; in their eyes, an expression of disbelief remained.

    Xiong Ying stood tall and laughed, glancing around. For a moment, no one dared meet his eyes. He shouted wildly:

    "Hahaha, my enemy is dead, fallen in fierce battle!"

    "Exhilarating! Exhilarating!"

    The voice abruptly stopped.

    His shattered dantian could no longer accumulate inner strength, and from Xiong Ying''s body, it dispersed into the surrounding snow.

    The Grand Gang Leader of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs made one wrong move and died there. Yet even in death, he stood unyielding, his commanding presence too intense to confront directly, and indeed, he did not die at the hands of Wang Anfeng.

    He died by his own hand.

    Wang Anfeng stepped back, also overwhelmed by his aura, unable to speak a word. Just then, from the entrance of the courtyard, there was a surge of fist strength, like a furious dragon. Several martial artists coughed blood and were thrown back.

    Zhao Zhengyong, who had previously fled in the chaos, burst in with red eyes. He forced several martial artists back in an instant, looked at Tan Yurou, and cried out angrily,

    "You actually destroyed my Zhao residence, ruined my foundation!"

    "Today, I must kill you!"

    In the distance, above the sky, a ferocious tiger pressed its paws, moving through the heavens. Judging by its position, it was directly over the Zhao residence. Flames surged towards the sky, evidently supporting his words.

    Wang Anfeng''s expression changed. Because he had engaged with Xiong Ying, he had moved over ten steps away from Tan Yurou. Alarmed, he suddenly turned and sprinted toward the girl, but he hadn''t anticipated that Zhao Zhengyong''s speed would be faster.

    The old man''s eyes were blood-red.

    All his life, he had been meticulous and error-free. Yet who could have known that in his old age, as his foundation was destroyed, rage overwhelmed his heart? As a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, his abilities now almost exceeded their limits. In a blink, he had moved in front of Tan Yurou.

    He raised his hand, pulling a thin sword from his waist. In a flash, endless sword light enveloped the area forward.

    No one had ever known.

    That Zhao Zhengyong, undefeated with the Divine Fist and dominating the Western Regions, had his most powerful killing technique in swordsmanship. Wave after wave of cold light, like a raging sea, swept all the martial artists protecting Tan Yurou back. The sword light suddenly converged, stabbing like a white rainbow towards the girl''s brow.

    Wang Anfeng was still seven steps away from Tan Yurou.

    The sword edge traced a fierce trajectory in the young girl''s eyes, but surprisingly, she felt no different inside; just quiet, just... somewhat tired.

    She had lost again.

    ............

    Li Lao San watched how things unfolded in the courtyard, and as Xiong Ying went to his death, he praised him as a true hero.

    Seeing Zhao Zhengyong flee, he was full of disdain.

    Li Lao San would never make a move when Wang Anfeng was not in danger. Beside him, Gongsun Jing felt the same way. They were only a mile away. With Gongsun Jing''s strength, if he threw his weapon, it could almost instantly reach that courtyard.

    When he saw Zhao Zhengyong turn back and launch his real killing move towards Tan Yurou, his mood still did not fluctuate. He even yawned lazily due to the night attack, rubbed his eyes, and said:

    "Get ready, Gongsun, it won''t be long..."

    His voice abruptly stopped.

    The ever-relaxed Li Lao San, who was sitting beside him preparing for a critical strike, suddenly stood up like his pants were on fire, clenching his fists tightly.

    Gongsun Jing, curious, turned to look and his body also stiffened suddenly.

    The night was deadly still.

    In that courtyard, a tall figure surrounded by blue lightning instantly appeared in front of Tan Yurou, and shoulder-blocked that crazed sword strike.

    The lightning flickered.

    In the depths of both Gongsun Jing''s pupils, a familiar trajectory was ingrained, unforgettable.

    And that figure, backlit against the lightning, resembled a scene deeply embedded in memories.

    Gongsun Jing gritted his teeth; his body couldn''t stop trembling slightly. Beside him, the stocky man''s eyes had already turned red. Both men stared intently at the leaping lightning and the proudly standing figure.

    These two men, no longer young, trembled as they spoke the same name.

    "Eight Directions · Rushing Thunder..."

    They exchanged a look, and in both pairs of eyes, a ferocious light flickered.

    Like lone wolves that had been sleeping, they had finally found their pack.

    And they finally bared their fangs.

    Twenty years ago in the Divine Martial Mansion, dominating the Western Regions and known as the unbeatable Celestial, the Iron Cavalry Colonel who revived in a faraway land, at the foot of Snow Mountain said to never melt, led soldiers from the east on a battlefield in a foreign land. With three thousand against thirty thousand, he decimated a nation.

    The commanders who had once achieved such feats on foreign soil, their slumbering blood would not dim with time.

    Even though the Divine Martial Mansion no longer existed, even though the brothers who once rode side by side on the snow plains were now scattered across the world, even though they were no longer as young, even though their hair was beginning to gray, even though the world was at peace and no longer needed them,

    Even though their lofty ambitions seemed drowned out by the trivialities of daily life,

    There were some things,

    that would not, could not, and would never change in the slightest.

    Li Lao San and Gongsun Jing instinctively stood up straight. One wore a shabby piece of vigorous attire and the other wore casual clothes stained with wine, yet both exhibited a sharp demeanor as if they were still wearing their dark battle robes, looking around as if they were still seeing their comrades.

    Cold, sharp, unstoppable.

    This was a spirit that neither gang leaders nor spies from the Military Family could possess. It emerged from these two men who were no longer young.

    PS: A special thanks to the dedicated fan who has waited five hundred years for a good book; much appreciated.

    As mentioned earlier, the general''s conquest of a nation with a hundred thousand men relates to two events where the ability of the Divine Martial Master is indicated.