I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

The three thousand Fierce Tiger Army soldiers formed a black iron curtain, completely surrounding the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

Every soldier had a cold gaze and exuded a murderous aura honed from countless battles. The icy blades gleamed with a chilling light in the sunlight, and the somber atmosphere instantly washed away the festive mood.

Princess Lu Wuyan stood at the very front of everyone, her well-maintained face now covered with frost, her eyes sharp as knives, staring intently at Chu Feng and Chu Tianyuan in the main hall.

"Princess, what do you mean by this?"

Chu Tianyuan slowly stepped forward, his cloudy old eyes revealing neither joy nor anger, but his voice, like a resounding bell, echoed in everyone's ears, "Today is my grandson's wedding day, and you've led troops to surround my palace. What do you intend to do?"

"What?" Lu Wuyan let out a sharp, cold laugh. She pointed at Chu Feng, her voice filled with endless resentment and madness. "Chu Tianyuan, you old bastard, you still have the nerve to ask me this! Look at what your good grandson has done!"

"He ruined my daughter's face and destroyed Showa's life! Today, I will make your entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion pay for Showa's death!"

Her voice trembled, a result of extreme anger.

"Guards!" Lu Wuyan didn't waste any more words. She waved her hand violently and screamed hysterically, "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

"kill--!"

The three thousand Fierce Tiger Army roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

The overwhelming killing intent that gathered together seemed to tear the entire sky apart.

They raised their swords and charged into the palace like a black torrent.

These are the elite troops under the command of Marquis Weiyuan, who have been guarding the border for many years and fighting against the enemy. Each of them is a master who can take on ten men.

With three thousand elite troops deployed, their might was enough to flatten any noble residence in the capital.

The few guests present were terrified and hid in a corner, trembling with fear.

Crown Prince Lu Yuan's face was also deathly pale. He hadn't expected things to develop to this point, with the Eldest Princess actually mobilizing the Fierce Tiger Army to wreak havoc in the capital.

Just at this critical moment, a clear phoenix cry rang out.

Suddenly, Xiao Nihuang, who had been standing quietly beside Chu Feng with a red veil on her head, raised her hand and lifted the veil off her head.

A stunningly beautiful yet somewhat heroic face was exposed to the air, her eyes cold as ice, devoid of any emotion.

"Where are the Rakshasa Guards?"

Her lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, yet it possessed a peculiar penetrating power, clearly resounding throughout the entire battlefield.

The moment the words left his mouth, a sudden change occurred!

call out!call out!call out!

Hundreds of ghostly figures suddenly appeared from nowhere.

They emerged from the rooftops, from the shadows, from every incredible corner.

These people were all dressed in tight-fitting blood-red robes, and their faces wore hideous blood-red demon masks, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

Each of them was enveloped in an intense, irresistible aura of killing intent, an aura even purer and more terrifying than that of the battle-hardened Fierce Tiger Army!

They are like demons crawling out of the depths of hell, born only to kill.

Chu Feng looked at the hundreds of blood-clad men who had suddenly appeared before him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help but turn to look at Xiao Nihuang.

"These are my personal guards." Xiao Nihuang seemed to sense Chu Feng's gaze and said calmly.

At this moment, the hundreds of Rakshasa Guards had already moved. They did not utter any shouts, but silently met the three thousand Fierce Tiger Army.

A bloody massacre ensued.

In an instant, hundreds of Rakshasa Guards transformed into streaks of blood, engaging in a frenzied battle with the three thousand Fierce Tiger Army.

In an instant, the sounds of clashing swords and piercing screams filled the air, and blood stained the stone steps in front of the Prince's Mansion.

Although the Rakshasa Guards were few in number, each one of them was a killing machine capable of taking on ten men. They were ruthless and deadly, and the three thousand Fierce Tiger Army were routed by them, suffering a complete rout!

The once festive palace was instantly transformed into a scene of carnage. Blood stained the ground, forming small streams, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

Looking at the scene before him, Chu Tianyuan's cloudy old eyes flashed with a glint of shrewdness. He stroked his beard and whispered to Uncle Fu beside him, "My granddaughter-in-law is truly remarkable!"

Uncle Fu was also shocked and nodded: "Yes, Your Highness, the fighting strength of the Rakshasa Guard is probably no less than that of our Zhenbei Army's elite troops."

The battle did not last long.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, more than half of the three thousand Fierce Tiger Army soldiers had fallen. The remaining soldiers were terrified and lost all fighting spirit, and began to rout.

Princess Lu Wuyan stared at the scene before her, her expression shifting from ferocity to shock, and finally to disbelief. She simply couldn't comprehend how her proud 3,000 elite troops could have been so utterly defeated!

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" She was so angry that she was trembling all over.

"Kill him! Kill that Chu Feng!" Lu Wuyan shouted at the last two guards beside her, pointing at Chu Feng as if she had gone mad.

The two guards, who had been standing behind her, exuded a calm and collected aura; they were clearly her last trump card. At Lu Wuyan's command, the two exchanged a glance and instantly unleashed terrifying power.

Peak Grandmaster!

Two more top-tier experts!

They moved from left to right, like two hawks pouncing on their prey, bypassing the battlefield where the fighting was taking place, and rushed straight towards Chu Feng.

Their goal was clear: to capture the leader first!

However, just as they were about to approach Chu Feng, a cold snort, aged yet extremely domineering, rang out.

"Hmph! Do you really think I, Chu Tianyuan, can't lift a sword?"

Chu Tianyuan's seemingly hunched body suddenly straightened up, and a domineering aura that had been dormant for many years suddenly erupted!

At this moment, he was no longer an old man on his deathbed, but a lion awakened from its slumber, the once mighty Prince of Zhenbei who had struck fear into the hearts of countless enemies!

"Here comes the knife!"

The old prince gave a stern shout.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than two burly guards from deep within the Prince's mansion came rushing over, carrying a long sword wrapped in thick cloth.

The sword was enormous; the scabbard alone was half a person's height, making it appear exceptionally heavy.

The two men raised the knife to Chu Tianyuan and respectfully put it down.

Chu Tianyuan didn't even look, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the knife.

Om-!

A sound like the cry of a sword, seemingly from ancient times, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

He drew his sword sharply, and the heavy scabbard shattered instantly, revealing a massive blade with an ancient design, a thick body, and a tiger motif.

An invisible aura of malevolence emanated from the blade, as if this sword had drunk the blood of millions.

This is none other than the famous sword that accompanied Chu Tianyuan throughout his life of battles—Tiger Soul!

Holding the Tiger Soul Blade, Chu Tianyuan's aura reached its peak.

He made no unnecessary movements, simply slashing casually at the two Grandmaster-level experts who were rushing towards Chu Feng!

This strike, seemingly simple and unadorned, appears to contain the ultimate truth of the universe.

A flash of light appeared, as if even space itself had been cleaved open.

The expressions of the two Grandmaster-level experts changed drastically. They felt the threat of death and frantically activated their true energy to set up layers of defense in front of them.

But all of this was in vain.

As the blade flashed, their protective aura was torn apart like thin paper. Their bodies, along with the terrified expressions on their faces, were cut in half at the waist by this single strike!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the two severed bodies fell limply to the ground.

One strike, and two Grandmasters at their peak are dead!

The entire venue fell silent once again.

Everyone was stunned by Chu Tianyuan's domineering and unparalleled strike.

"It seems that the fire poison in Grandpa's body has been completely removed!" Chu Feng muttered to himself upon seeing this.

At this moment, Lu Wuyan was completely dumbfounded and stood there stunned.

Her body trembled, and her face was deathly pale.

After killing the two men, Chu Tianyuan stood tall, holding the Tiger Soul Blade.

His cloudy eyes scanned his surroundings, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the void and see the lurking spy in the shadows.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it resounded like thunder above the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.

"Those rats hiding in the shadows, having watched the show for so long, it's time they showed themselves!"