Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 321 Battlefield and Martial World, Sweeping Across the Land

The wind and frost are like a thousand and one swords.

After being improved by Zhang Hou of Huaiyin, this martial art became flawless in every sword and saber strike, making it virtually invincible.

When Zhang Hou of Huaiyin used this set of martial arts back then.

He wielded a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, alternating between the two to make his "wind-like blades and frost-like swords" even more flawless and inexhaustible.

Although Liu Xi is limited by his natural talent and has only mastered the "Frost Sword" technique, he has spent a long time in the palace and has sought instruction from palace masters for many years. Through diligence, he has managed to develop a cold and swift sword technique.

As the saying goes, given a good enough environment and enough effort, even a pig can take off.

Moreover, Liu Xi was not only not a pig, but also extremely ambitious, ruthless in achieving his goals, and vengeful. Therefore, the "Frost Sword" in his hands carried an added layer of resentment and malice.

A sword flashed out.

Amidst the heavy snow, the dazzling sword light could not conceal the boundless resentment.

This has an extremely malicious connotation.

Even the vigorous and masculine Yue Family Army soldiers felt a chill run through their bodies and were extremely disgusted.

Ren Shaoyang will be the first to be affected. How will he react?
He sneered, facing the sword's edge, he didn't retreat but instead took two steps forward, coldly saying, "Trying to play with my icy sword energy?"

The moment the word "followed" was uttered, a blue light flashed from the sleeve of his robe, and a five-foot-long sword, radiating a chilling aura and almost invisible, suddenly thrust out.

This attack was incredibly fast, and as ethereal as a dream – it was none other than the "Escape from the Netherworld Sword"!
Ding Ding Ding!
Liu Xi had never seen such fast swordsmanship before, so fast that even his mind couldn't react. Startled, he slashed his longsword diagonally at the incoming sword.

To his surprise, the moment his own longsword touched the opponent's blade, it trembled violently in his hand. A sword aura colder than ten thousand years of ice assaulted him, instantly frosting his eyebrows.

Startled, he twisted his right wrist inward, and with a short arc, thrust his longsword toward Ren Shaoyang's abdomen.

With a whoosh, the longsword missed its target when it touched the white-robed man opposite him, and Ren Shaoyang's figure vanished like a phantom at the same time.

"broken!"

Liu Xi was terrified again, realizing he had fallen into a trap. He quickly retreated, and with two hissing sounds, long gashes appeared on his chest and shoulders, deep enough to expose the bone.

Blood splattered like ink on the snow-white earth.

"Ah~!"

Liu Xi, like a mad tiger, wildly wielded his sword, and "whoosh" sword light shot out in all directions.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang chuckled, gently dodged the sword, and flicked the Dragon-Capturing Sword to the left.

Liu Xi's turban flew into the sky and split in two.

The old eunuch staggered backward, his white hair disheveled, his body covered in blood, and as the cold wind blew, pieces of cloth fluttered like colorful butterflies.

Compared to his previous arrogance, he was now extremely disheveled.

"Father-in-law!" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Xi was supported by his attendants, and looked up with eyes wide with fury.

But Ren Shaoyang stood alone in the spot, snow falling heavily, seemingly detached from the world.

"Beautiful!" Niu Gao and the others cheered loudly and laughed heartily.

That old eunuch was extremely arrogant just now, but unexpectedly, Ren Shaoyang dealt with him cleanly and neatly with just two sword strikes.

If Liu Xi's swordsmanship initially seemed sinister, ruthless, and exceptionally skillful, its comparison with Ren Jianshen's swordsmanship made even a novice like him understand.

The difference between people using swords is greater than the difference between a human and a pig!

"let go!"

Liu Xi struggled to break free from his attendants' support, gritted his teeth, pulled out twelve gold medals, waved them at the crowd, and shouted angrily, "Yue Fei, are you still a general of the Song Dynasty?!"

General Yue's face was grave. He clasped his hands and knelt on one knee: "Your subject's loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon!"

Seeing this, no matter how unwilling the soldiers were, they had to kneel down.

Even though they harbored deep resentment towards the emperor, they still had to show respect when faced with the golden plaque that read "As if the emperor were personally present," a symbol of imperial power.

Liu Xi smiled coldly, his gaze sweeping across the scene, seeing only bowed heads of brave men, which greatly satisfied his twisted sense of satisfaction.

But when he saw that Ren Shaoyang and the other two not only did not kneel, but stood upright, his expression suddenly darkened, and he shouted at Yue Fei: "Yue Fei, do you know that this person is a wanted traitor by the imperial court?"

Yue Fei's face suddenly turned deathly pale, and he said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I do not know."

Liu Xi sneered, "Are you deaf or blind?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and glared at him, and Niu Gao was so angry that he cursed loudly.

Yue Fei remained calm: "Perhaps, I am getting old, and my eyesight and hearing are not very good."

Liu Xi's eyes darted around, and he suddenly laughed, "General Yue, it's no wonder people are ignorant. This man is extremely cunning. He's entered your Yue Family Army camp, so he must also be cunning and have grand ambitions!"

When Yue Fei saw that he was smiling but his eyes were strange, his bad premonition grew stronger.

Liu Xi slowly retreated, then suddenly raised the gold medal: "Yue Fei, listen to my command!"

General Yue bowed his head and said in a deep voice, "Your subject is here!"

"Ren Shaoyang, the traitor, plotted to assassinate the Right Chancellor of the Imperial Court; his crimes are heinous!"

Liu Xi glanced at everyone's faces, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"I hereby order your troops to capture and kill this scoundrel, and execute him on the spot, as a warning to others!"

These words immediately sparked a great uproar.

Niu Gao, with his fiery temper, was the first to yell, "You castrated dog, you say Brother Shaoyang is a traitor, so he is a traitor? You're just talking nonsense! I'd say you're a lecherous womanizer!"

Liu Xi stared intently at Niu Gao, scrutinizing him for a few moments before turning to Yue Fei: "Yue Fei, why haven't you accepted the order yet?!"

Yue Fei remained silent.

"How dare you! Do you intend to defy the imperial decree?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ren Shaoyang said with a faint smile, "What is Zhao Gou? Does he even deserve to talk about killing me?"

"you!"

The old eunuch's face immediately turned as red as blood. "You scoundrel!"

bass!
With a flash of sword shadow, as if wrapped in raging waves, it roared fiercely towards Liu Xi and the others.

It is indeed "Sword Wave"!
The sword light flashed like flowers, and wherever it passed, people cried out in agony and leaped into the air.

The figure was reduced to a mangled mess in mid-air, arms and legs flying everywhere, blood splattering and staining the sky and earth a red and white hue. "Aaaaaaahhhhh~!"

Liu Xi screamed in terror, his longsword shattered, leaving only the hilt, and countless spurts of blood gushed from his chest, yet he still shouted fiercely, "Yue Fei, Yue Fei! Do you intend to defy the imperial decree?"

"Hey~"

Yue Fei sighed, slowly stood up, picked at his ear with his hand, and said with a wry smile, "Eunuch Liu, I just said that I am deaf and blind."

at this time.

Suddenly, Liu Xi let out a long, miserable scream and collapsed to the ground, dead.

Ren Shaoyang sheathed the dragon, picked up the pile of gold medals, and turned to walk towards Yue Fei.

"General Yue, I'm taking this thing!"

Yue Fei watched his figure, his heart pounding, and whispered, "Shaoyang, you're going to have a tough time ahead."

"It's alright, I'm used to it," Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, looking down at the blood-stained gold medal. "Now that the angel has been killed by the 'Three Fiends,' the gold medal is missing. Without seeing the gold medal, the Northern Expedition cannot stop."

Yue Fei said, "This is only a temporary measure! If the peace talks do not change, the retreat will be inevitable." His expression was gloomy, and he said softly, "Fei does not want ten years of hard work in the Northern Expedition to be wasted in one day, and he does not want his brothers to die a bad death."

"So, General Yue, you still want to go to the capital?"

Yue Fei was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I am not acting on impulse, but rather I want to explain the advantages and disadvantages to His Majesty. I believe he will understand our predicament."

"General, you mustn't!"

Upon hearing this, everyone became anxious.

Niu Gao shouted even louder: "Brother! There are treacherous people in power in the court, and the emperor is eager to make peace. If you go back like this, aren't you courting death? Death is not the problem, but wouldn't all our ten years of hard work be in vain?"

Zhang Xian said, "General Niu is right! We can't do this!"

"Correct!"

"That's right!"

General Yue sighed and looked up at the sky: "Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been difficult to reconcile. Oh, heavens, why have you been so cruel to me?"

"General Yue, don't be discouraged."

Hongxiu's charming voice rang out, "The power of the imperial court is waning, while the power of the martial arts world is growing wildly. Leading the way are the 72 waterways of the Yangtze River, the 36 strongholds of the Yellow River, and gangs like the Power Gang and the Blood River Sect. They have no shortage of weapons, skilled fighters, or provisions. If we can properly 'persuade' them, they will surely solve our immediate problem. As for manpower, that will naturally be easily solved!"

"Supplies are not a problem, nor are manpower. With the support of the strongest faction in the land, what is there to worry about in the Northern Expedition?"

Yue Fei looked at Hongxiu and asked in surprise, "Miss Hongxiu, are you going to face the entire martial arts world alone?"

Hongxiu chuckled: "Anyway, we killed the Jin emperor, so the Jin forces won't let us go; we also killed this old eunuch, so the Song court won't let us go either; and once we enter the martial world, the martial world forces will be even less likely to let us go."

"Hey, that's perfect, we don't want to let them get away either."

Yue Yun couldn't help but say, "Sister Hongxiu, what you're doing is too dangerous!"

Ding An patted his chest and replied, "Don't worry, we're professionals!"

Just then, Ren Shaoyang whistled.

With a thunderous roar, the donkey cart sped along, whipping up the wind and snow.

The three of them laughed and jumped onto the donkey cart.

Ren Shaoyang casually tossed the twelve gold medals onto the car, where they jingled and clanged incessantly.

"General Yue, if you're having trouble, you can stay in the north and command the battle," Ren Shaoyang said, cupping his hands in greeting. "We three country bumpkins from the north will go to the capital for you and have a good talk with Zhao Gou, to make him understand how difficult things have been for us!"

His words were cryptic, leaving the generals completely bewildered.

Yang Zaixing asked in bewilderment, "Shaoyang, if the Emperor could understand us, why would he issue twelve gold tablets in a row, ordering us to withdraw our troops?"

He couldn't understand it, but Yue Fei did.

What does "talking about it" mean?
This is clearly an attempt to attack the capital, a threat of force!

Using personal force to hold a monarch hostage—is this something a human being could do?

Ren Shaoyang didn't explain further, but instead cupped his hands to Yue Fei and said, "General Yue, take care!"

Yue Fei sighed and solemnly asked, "Shaoyang, do you really intend to do this?"

"The world belongs to all people, and what I'm doing is what all people want to do," Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "Naturally, I'll do it without hesitation."

At that moment, all the soldiers held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on the white-robed figure driving the chariot.

Seeing Yue Fei remain silent, Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "General Yue, in my opinion, the Song Dynasty can be destroyed, but the world cannot be destroyed!"

The Song dynasty may be destroyed, but the world cannot be destroyed.

After pondering these words, Yue Fei remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh, faced south, and bowed deeply.

When he got up, the hesitation he had shown earlier was gone.

Commander Yue, with his imposing presence and piercing eyes, clasped his hands and declared, "I, Yue, will surely march north and strike straight at the heart of the enemy!"

He said this casually, just as he had said it countless times to his soldiers.

But this time, the determination is even stronger.

Upon hearing this, all the generals clasped their hands in greeting: "Marshal, please give the order!"

Yue Fei said, "At the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), the entire army shall set off!"

"Here!"

With the generals departing, the entire behemoth of Yue Family Army began to move again, eager to advance towards Bianjing and Huanglongfu.

Yue Fei turned to look at Ren Shaoyang and the other two, clasped his hands and bowed: "Shaoyang, Hongxiu, Ding'an, take care!" He knew that the three villains would face countless dangers on their way to the Central Plains, and that the perils there would be no less than those on the battlefield now.

But he couldn't help them much; he still needed the three villains to sweep through the martial arts world and provide him with assistance.

Therefore, Yue Fei's bow was sincere.

Ren Shaoyang smiled, and Hongxiu and Ding'an stuck their heads out and shouted together, "Commander Yue, wait for our good news!"

The white donkey raised its head and brayed loudly, pulling the donkey cart as it rumbled towards the camp's barricades.

With a snap, the barricade flew more than ten feet away. In the wind and snow, the blood-red donkey cart resembled a white dragon, swimming southward.

(End of this chapter)