With the rise of my family, I can summon the Daoist Soldiers' Nest.

The movements of the Chen family's reinforcements had already been detected by the Wang family's flying soldiers.

The head of the Wang family made a decisive decision, immediately dispatching a thousand-man team to intercept them, while the remaining main force continued to advance towards the center of the county town.

By this time, the street fighting had been going on for nearly half a day, and the Lin family's disadvantages in terms of troop strength, number of martial artists, and quality of Taoist soldiers were being magnified in a bloody manner.

As casualties continued to rise, both sides deeply realized the cruelty of street fighting. There were no grand formations, no clear battle lines, only close-quarters combat and life-or-death struggles in corners, courtyards, and streets.

Faced with such a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, a sense of stagnation and reluctance to fight began to emerge within the Lin family.

Seeing the defensive line crumbling and suffering heavy casualties, some soldiers and low-level martial artists began to consider retreating.

On the Wang family's side, some soldiers gradually slowed down their attack, as they were already puzzled by the prospect of besieging the Lin family.

Ultimately, there was no deep-seated hatred between the two sides, and the enemy they were fighting was not the Northern Xiongnu invaders. Even if they were defeated, ordinary soldiers would not be executed by the enemy, so why risk their lives?

Thus, a strange scene unfolded on the battlefield.

In some areas, the shouts of battle were deafening, yet there were few casualties. Both sides were merely feinting attacks and probing, and some even deliberately let the enemy win.

In other areas, however, there was only deathly silence, with the sounds of clashing swords and muffled groans. The fighting grew increasingly fierce, and blood soaked through the stone slabs.

The former type of battlefield is mostly characterized by perfunctory exchanges between ordinary soldiers.

The latter type is the life-and-death struggle between members of the Lin family and members of smaller families, whose glory, land, and property are all tied to Xiang County.

Once the city falls and their home is destroyed, they will have to return to their former poverty and even become homeless.

Confronting them were the Wang family's staunch loyalists, who had received the Wang family's favors for generations and remained steadfastly on the Wang family's side even knowing that the Wang family was colluding with the Northern Xiongnu.

However, these loyal followers are few in number and scattered throughout the battlefield, but they are all martial artists and their strength should not be underestimated.

The streets were breached inch by inch, and the defenses retreated step by step.

Finally, Wang Jiajun's forwards were getting closer and closer to Lin Jiawu.

The defenses there were unusually weak; the women and children of the Lin family had already evacuated by boat, leaving only a small number of guards to protect the Taoist soldiers' lair.

The vast majority of the defending troops were transferred to the street fighting in Xiang County.

Just then, on the distant horizon, several black dots were rapidly approaching the battlefield.

The Wang family's five flying soldiers were all third-rate soldiers like crows and pigeons. They were small in size, unable to carry people, and were only used for battlefield reconnaissance. They were the first to discover this situation.

They circled in the air a few times before swooping down to convey what they had seen to the martial artists.

The head of the Wang family looked up and saw that the black dots gradually became clearer. They turned out to be six huge manned flying Dao soldiers, shaped like wild geese and black eagles, with wingspans of several feet. They were clearly second-rate Dao soldiers, or even first-rate ones.

On the back of the Taoist soldier, several martial artists could be vaguely seen sitting upright, their robes fluttering in the wind.

"I am Liang Feiyu, the Supreme Elder of the Qingyuan Sword Sect!"

A deep, booming voice came from the air, completely drowning out the clamor of the battlefield.

Standing atop the lead Goose Warrior, Liang Feiyu's gaze swept across the crowd. "Investigation has confirmed that the Wang family are internal collaborators with the Northern Xiongnu. The evidence is irrefutable. Wang family soldiers, lay down your weapons immediately, and we will forgive your past transgressions. Otherwise, you will be charged with treason, and when the imperial army arrives, you will be executed without mercy!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, exploding among the Wang family soldiers.

Some soldiers who were initially just going through the motions of fighting, though they did not immediately lay down their weapons, had already slowly separated from the Lin family soldiers, and their formation had become noticeably loose.

They looked at each other, their eyes darting around, clearly their bottom line had been touched by the words "treason".

However, the core of loyal followers, centered around the head of the Wang family, remained indifferent.

Those martial artists and soldiers who had received the royal family's favor for generations, even upon hearing the name of the Supreme Elder of the Qingyuan Sword Sect and the accusation of treason, still gripped their weapons tightly and continued to charge towards the Lin family's defenses.

Seeing this, Liang Feiyu said no more. The six flying soldiers slowly adjusted their direction and carried the martial artists to land in the area where the fierce battle was still raging.

The Wang family soldiers below immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows, and another rain of arrows rose into the air.

However, ordinary arrows are of little effect against these large and agile manned flying soldiers; the mountain-splitting crossbows on the city walls are the best countermeasure.

Faced with incoming arrows, even second-rate or first-rate flying soldiers simply flapped their wings to knock down most of the arrows without damaging their feathers.

Only a few powerful arrows, fired by second-rate martial artists of the Wang family, managed to strike the wing membrane of a Flying Goose Dao Soldier, drawing a trail of blood.

But none of this could stop the Dao soldiers from descending.

"Bang—"

Dust billowed as the six Dao soldiers folded their wings and landed steadily at the edge of the battlefield. The dozen or so martial artists on their backs leaped down, the dust rising in the air with their powerful energy.

Two of them were Lin Ye and Li Fuyun.

It turned out that two days ago, the Li family sent a communications soldier to Xiang County to transmit urgent military intelligence that the Wang family might be colluding with the enemy and was about to attack to Lin Ye, who was far away in the Qingyuan Sword Sect.

However, the Dao soldiers encountered the Wang family's flying Dao soldiers on the way. These third-rate reconnaissance birds, resembling crows and pigeons, intercepted and killed the communication Dao soldiers, and the communication was cut off.

Lin Ye, being in the Sword Sect, was completely unaware of the crisis in Xiang County.

Fortunately, the Qingyuan Sword Sect had always had spies planted in Qingyang Prefecture.

The spies discovered that the Wang family's army was heading towards Xiang County. Knowing something was wrong, they took advantage of the fact that the main force of the Wang family had left the city and the city's defenses were weak, and hurried back to the Sword Sect.

Half a day ago, just as the Wang family army had launched its attack, the spy finally delivered the urgent military intelligence from Xiang County to the head of the Chu Huaixi sect.

Time was of the essence, and the opportunity to strike was fleeting.

Chu Huaixi made a decisive decision, ordering the Supreme Elder Liang Feiyu to personally lead a team of five first-rate elders and ten second-rate disciples, along with Lin Ye and Li Fuyun, to board the Sword Sect's large manned flying cavalry and head straight for Xiang County to provide assistance.

Six wild geese and Taoist soldiers in the form of black eagles carried this elite force through the air, finally arriving at the battlefield at the last moment when Xiangxian City fell and Lin Jiawu was in imminent danger.

Liang Feiyu's gaze was icy as he swept over the still-resisting loyalists of the Wang family. He slowly drew his sword and swiftly lunged towards the head of the Wang family.

Lin Ye and the others followed closely behind, attacking the Wang family warriors.

Liang Feiyu, a martial artist of the Qingyuan Sword Sect who was on par with Ning Wuji, had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

However, at this moment, facing the two second-rate martial artists who were determined to protect the head of the Wang family, he didn't even bother to use his full sword moves—he only needed the vast internal energy of the acquired martial artists to crush them.

"Buzz"

The sword was drawn, and the air in front of its tip suddenly distorted, a blinding sword light flickering like cold lightning. Liang Feiyu remained still, but with a slight flick of his wrist, the sword light instantly surged.

"Bang!"

The second-rate martial artist in front felt an unparalleled force strike his weapon. He was sent flying, spear and spear flying in an arc in the air, before crashing heavily against the wall at the street corner, sliding softly to the ground, and falling silent.

Seeing this, another second-rate martial artist roared, gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands, and blocked with all his might in front of his chest. However, the momentum of Liang Feiyu's sword strike had not yet dissipated, and the sword's edge sliced ​​through the broadsword as easily as cutting tofu.

"Snap!"

The blade, forged from fine iron, snapped in two with a sharp sound, leaving a smooth, mirror-like break.

Before the sword's momentum had subsided, the remaining edge shifted and pierced directly through the martial artist's chest.

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered, Liang Feiyu sheathed his sword and turned around. Without even glancing at the fallen corpse, he moved like a ghost towards the head of the Wang family.

"Stop him!"

Although the Wang family's soldiers and warriors were numerous, they were unable to form an effective formation.

In the narrow streets and alleys, they were scattered and defeated by the high-ranking martial artists of the Qingyuan Sword Sect.

Liang Feiyu and the four top-tier elders were like tigers among sheep.

They did not engage the soldiers, but moved continuously among the broken walls and ruins, each step accompanied by a burst of blood.

The soldiers were no match for them, becoming mere targets for high-level martial artists.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sword light flashed like a net, advancing layer by layer through the alleys.

With a single sweep of his sword, Liang Feiyu shattered the leg bones of three shield-bearing soldiers, who fell to the ground screaming in agony.

A first-rate elder rolled up his sleeves, unleashing his inner strength, which sent five soldiers flying and crashing through the wooden door behind them.

The four first-rate elders, along with Liang Feiyu, were like five sharp knives, constantly cutting and tearing through the Wang family army. Wherever they passed, they left behind only corpses and terrified wails.

Even when the Wang family soldiers fought back desperately, their arrows couldn't even touch the hem of a first-rate martial artist's clothes. And just as the martial artists were about to form a battle formation, they were forced to fight individually by the sword light, and several more died in the blink of an eye.

Facing high-level martial artists, without corresponding combat strength to engage, there are no orderly formations in alleyway battles.

The battlefield has become a one-sided massacre.