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

The Northern Xiongnu archers on the siege tower continued to rain down arrows, suppressing the Lin family army's ability to raise their heads on the city wall. Meanwhile, the remaining elite Northern Xiongnu troops spread rapidly towards the city wall like venomous snakes along the passage at the bottom of the siege tower.

As per the pre-battle plan, the Lin family army's pikemen squares firmly blocked the entrance to the passage.

As the captain swung his command flag, all the spearmen, like puppets on strings, stomped their left feet on the city bricks, leaned forward, and thrust out their six-meter-long iron spears at an absolutely uniform frequency, the spear tips drawing neat silver lines in the cold wind.

"receive!"

The gun retracted without hesitation, the butt striking the bluestone slab beneath its feet with a uniform "thud"—the rhythm of death.

There were no shouts, no screams, only cold, mechanical repetition.

Lin Ye's only admonition to them was, "Your lives are not earned by how brave you are, but by the brothers around you. Listen to my command, stab out, and survive."

At this moment, facing the Northern Xiongnu soldiers who crawled out of the well-block passage, the Lin family army's spear formation was like a rusty yet precise meat grinder.

A Northern Xiongnu warrior had barely poked his head out when he was met with three iron spears thrusting at him from different angles. He tried to parry with his sword, but the other two spearheads had already blocked his retreat.

"Pfft."

The sounds of flesh being torn apart were drowned out by the shouts of battle. Corpses were pierced open by spear tips, followed by another round of neat "thrust, withdraw".

Although the arrows from the Northern Xiongnu on the siege towers caused some damage to the spearmen, many more were indeed pierced by the spears and fell off the siege towers as the shield bearers continued to block them.

For a time, the attack and defense under the siege tower reached a stalemate. The Lin family army's spear formation, relying on rigorous mechanical training, managed to block the passage, and the Northern Xiongnu army was unable to break through the city walls for the time being.

However, just as the stalemate was at hand, four agile black figures, using the thick wooden beams of the well railing, darted upwards as quickly as monkeys.

In just a few breaths, they climbed to the top of the well railing.

Then, contrary to common sense, instead of going through the passage, he leaped into the air and, taking advantage of the several-meter drop, flew directly over the city wall like an eagle swooping down on its prey, landing on the top of the city wall.

"kill!"

These four were all second-rate martial artists dressed in shamanistic attire.

Upon landing, they immediately began to slaughter the nearest Lin family soldiers. One spearman had barely managed to make a half-move when one of them casually slapped him away with a palm strike, sending him crashing down the city wall like a kite with a broken string.

Another soldier tried to block, but was slashed by the opponent's curved blade and instantly cleaved in two, spraying blood mist onto the city bricks.

The four men had a clear objective: to rush straight to the long gun formation of the forest family blocking the passage, intending to break through this tight defense.

Lin Ye, who was suppressing the Northern Xiongnu archers with his bow and arrow on the watchtower not far away, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"not good!"

Without hesitation, he instantly channeled his inner strength into his legs, his body rising from the ground and sweeping over the heads of his own soldiers like a whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Ye traversed dozens of feet and appeared above the four martial artists. His long sword transformed into a streak of azure light, carrying a sharp sword aura, and descended upon them.

These four were all peak second-rate shaman warriors, with extremely keen senses. The sound of Lin Ye's movement instantly triggered their sense of danger.

However, Lin Ye's speed was too fast. By the time they reacted, Lin Ye's sword light was already in front of them.

"Pfft!"

Before one of them could even turn around, with his back to Lin Ye, he was pierced through the back by the sword. The tip of the sword emerged from his chest, spraying blood, and he fell straight down.

The remaining three finally turned around and faced Lin Ye directly.

But when they sensed Lin Ye's lightness skill, the three of them instantly changed their expressions. Such terrifying movement technique, could he be a martial artist who had acquired his skills?!

Facing the combined attack of three second-rate martial artists, Lin Ye showed no fear. He didn't even give them a chance to form a formation. With a swift movement, his longsword shot out like a poisonous dragon, continuing to attack the three.

Lin Ye landed a successful strike, and the sword light didn't stop. The Qingyuan Sword Technique was instantly unleashed, like an impenetrable blue net, enveloping the remaining three second-rate shaman warriors.

"Only first-rate?!" A shaman warrior wielding a bronze staff was both shocked and furious, as his staff had just clashed with Lin Ye's longsword.

Judging from his intuition, this young man's internal strength cultivation was indeed only first-rate, but his speed of attack and the exquisiteness of his swordsmanship far surpassed those of others of the same level!

Lin Ye did not answer; his longsword, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, focused on attacking the center. Although his internal strength was only one level higher, it was purer and more profound, and coupled with his elusive movements and unpredictable sword techniques, he was unstoppable.

The martial artist wielding the staff, relying on the weight of his weapon, attempted to overcome skill with brute force, his staff shadowing like a mountain, trying to block Lin Ye's sword path.

However, Lin Ye's sword was even faster!

"laugh--!"

With a soft, tearing sound, Lin Ye's sword tip, as if possessed by a spirit, bypassed the shadow of the staff and precisely struck the right elbow of the staff-wielding martial artist.

With the burst of internal force, the protective energy within the body shattered as easily as paper.

Before the martial artist wielding the staff could even utter a scream, Lin Ye's sword flashed, and his throat was already sealed.

Without even turning around, he moved like a ghost and appeared beside the other two shaman warriors.

The two men were already terrified. Seeing their companion die instantly, they had no will to fight.

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously retreated rapidly towards the edge of the city wall, attempting to jump off and escape.

"Trying to leave?"

Lin Ye's lips curled into a cold smile. Against absolute agility, turning one's back to the enemy is tantamount to suicide.

With a light tap of his toes, he caught up with one of the Crimson-Eyed Tiger Guards, even though they weren't present. His lightness skill was on full display, and he caught up with one of them in just a few leaps.

The shaman warrior had just peered out from behind the city wall when he felt a chill run down his spine as a sword tip pierced through his chest.

"Uh..." He looked down at the blood-stained sword tip and collapsed in despair.

The last shaman warrior, seeing this, was terrified and desperately channeled all his inner energy to accelerate his descent.

But Lin Ye's speed was astonishing; he caught up with him almost instantly, and with a flick of his longsword, pierced his shoulder blade.

"puff!"

The sword's energy pierced to the bone; using the force, the man screamed and fell from the city wall, his fate unknown.

In just a dozen breaths, Lin Ye single-handedly fought four second-rate shaman warriors, killing three and injuring one, all cleanly and decisively.

On the city wall, the Lin family soldiers, who had been agitated by the sudden intrusion of the martial artists, were now completely silent.

They looked at the young figure who had sheathed his sword and stood there, their eyes filled with shock and awe. This was their true patriarch, the might of a first-rate martial artist!

Behind the distant city walls, several lords and warriors from other defense zones also discovered the situation in the Lin family's defense zone.

When they saw four second-rate shaman warriors sneaking into the city wall like ghosts under the cover of the well balustrade, they all shook their heads inwardly, feeling a chill for the Lin family.

Some nearby martial artists were even prepared to request permission from their commander at any time and provide support across the border, since once the Lin family was defeated, the Northern Xiongnu army would tear open a gap here and threaten the entire defense line of Lulong City.

However, in the very instant that their thoughts had just crossed their minds...

On the city wall of the Lin family's defense zone, a cyan sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, followed by several teeth-grinding sounds of bones shattering, and then corpses fell off the city wall one after another.

In the blink of an eye, four second-rate shaman warriors were captured.

Lin Ye's reputation resounded once again in Lulong City. This time, it was no longer a friendly sparring match on the training ground, but a real, life-or-death battle on the city walls.

If the three consecutive victories at the training ground a few days ago only made the various lords' armies remember the "Lin family of Xiang County".

At this moment, amidst the carnage and arrows of the battle, he single-handedly killed four second-rate shaman warriors, making a name for himself.