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

The Taiyi Sect is located atop a mountain and sea, surrounded by celestial mist and abundant spiritual energy.

Inside the sect's main hall, the atmosphere was as cold as the dead of winter.

"Bang--!"

A teacup, carved entirely from warm jade, was crushed into dust by a large hand.

The Sect Master of Taiyi sat on the Sect Master's throne. His usually dignified and composed face was now filled with ferocious killing intent. His aura was uncontrollably released, so much so that the elders below the hall could not even lift their heads.

"Excellent! Excellent is the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion! Excellent is Chu Feng!"

His voice, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with endless resentment and anger.

Just now, he received a letter written in blood, delivered by his younger sister, the fourth prince's birth mother, from the capital via express courier.

His own nephew, Lu Ling, the fourth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, was actually killed in public at the wedding banquet of the Prince of Zhenbei!

"Sect Master, please calm your anger!" an elder said tremblingly. "According to news from the capital, Chu Feng has been arrested by the Imperial City Guard and imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower after committing the crime. This tower is a forbidden zone; he is doomed."

"Dead?" The Taiyi Sect Master let out a sharp, cold laugh. He abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing with a terrifying ferocity. "His worthless life dares to be compared to my nephew's?"

"He's dead, but the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion still exists! His old, immortal grandfather still exists! His so-called sister with the potential of a sword immortal still exists!"

"I will have the entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, from the prince himself to his lackeys, every single one of them, barren and lifeless, reduced to dust and to be buried with Ling'er!"

The overwhelming killing intent transformed into a tangible storm, sweeping across the entire hall.

Just then, a clear voice came from outside the hall, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

"Father, why do you need to get involved yourself and get angry over such a trivial matter?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man dressed in a brocade white robe, with a handsome face and outstanding temperament, holding a folding fan as he slowly walked in.

This person is none other than Li Xuanyi, the young master of the Taiyi Sect, hailed as the sect's once-in-a-century prodigy.

"Does a mere declining royal palace deserve to soil Father's hands?" Li Xuanyi walked to the center of the main hall, bowed slightly to the Taiyi Sect Master, and wore a confident smile on his face. "Leave this matter to me."

"Perfect timing! I also want to go to the capital of the Great Qian Dynasty and see for myself how many heads that so-called Zhenbei Prince's Mansion has, daring to touch the people of my Taiyi Sect!"

His tone was calm, yet it revealed an innate arrogance, as if destroying a royal palace was nothing more than a trivial matter.

The Taiyi Sect Master looked at his proud son, the anger in his eyes subsiding slightly. He nodded: "Very well. You will take the sect's four protectors and go to the capital. Remember, what I want is rivers of blood!"

"Your son obeys." Li Xuan closed his folding fan, a cruel smile curving his lips.

……

Meanwhile, in the northern border of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The continuous sound of bugles broke the tranquility of the early morning.

A black torrent of steel is sweeping into this land that has been shrouded in war for years.

The leading general, dressed in golden tiger-head armor, wielding a halberd and riding a magnificent red dragon steed, had an arrogant face and sharp eyes. He was none other than Marquis Weiyuan, who had come to "suppress the rebellion" on the emperor's secret edict.

Behind him stood 200,000 well-equipped and highly motivated Fierce Tiger Army soldiers.

"Report—!"

A scout rode up at full speed, dismounted, and knelt on one knee: "Reporting to Your Excellency, news has arrived from the front: the Zhenbei Army withdrew completely last night, abandoning Yumen Pass. Two hundred thousand barbarian troops have advanced rapidly and occupied three major cities in the northern border!"

"What?"

"The Zhenbei Army actually abandoned the pass and fled?"

Upon hearing this, the several deputy generals behind Marquis Weiyuan all looked astonished.

Marquis Weiyuan himself, however, laughed loudly, his laughter filled with disdain and contempt.

"Hahahaha! A bunch of useless trash! A bunch of cowardly useless trash!"

He pointed his whip forward, his voice booming and echoing throughout the army: "I thought that Chu Tianyuan had some backbone, but it turns out he's nothing but a cowardly old fool!"

"The battles his Zhenbei Army dares not fight, our Liehu Army will fight! The passes his Zhenbei Army cannot defend, our Liehu Army will seize!"

"Everyone says the Northern Garrison is the greatest army in the Great Qian Dynasty. Today, I, the Marquis, will show the world who truly is the nation's sharpest weapon!"

"Pass on my order!" Marquis Weiyuan abruptly raised his halberd, his voice booming like thunder, "All troops, attack! Target: Yumen Pass! I will use the heads of these barbarians to forge the unparalleled glory of my Fierce Tiger Army!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Two hundred thousand Fierce Tiger Army soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens. Their soaring fighting spirit seemed to tear the clouds in the sky apart.

In their view, the rout of the Zhenbei Army was not due to the enemy's strength, but rather to their own weakness. This was the perfect opportunity for them to make a name for themselves in one battle and take their place!

The army marched swiftly, and soon, on the plains outside Yumen Pass, they encountered the vast, dark mass of barbarian troops.

"A bunch of barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood dare to defy the might of my Great Qian Dynasty!"

Looking at the group of barbarians opposite him, dressed in simple clothes and in a chaotic formation, Marquis Weiyuan's contempt deepened.

Instead of taking a cautious approach, he directly issued the order to charge!

"Charge! Raze them to the ground!"

"roar--!"

Two hundred thousand Fierce Tiger Army soldiers, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, launched a desperate charge against the barbarian army with unparalleled momentum.

On the opposite side, within the barbarian army, a barbarian general looked at the charging Fierce Tiger Army and a cruel, sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"These sheep who have never seen blood are much easier to deal with than the tough guys in the Zhenbei Army."

He slowly raised the giant axe in his hand, letting out a deafening roar: "Great savage! For glory! Kill!"

"Hurrah—!"

Two hundred thousand barbarian warriors, like a black tide, fearlessly charged forward.

Two torrents of steel collided violently on this vast plain.

In an instant, the sounds of metal clashing, the piercing screams, and the deafening shouts of battle resounded throughout the entire world!

The meat grinder of war was fully activated at this moment!

……

The Demon Suppression Tower, fourth floor.

The space here is much smaller than the first floor, but the eerie and sinister atmosphere is more than ten times stronger.

The air was filled with a nauseating, sweet, and bloody smell.

At this moment, ten figures were kneeling on the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves in the wind, their faces filled with endless fear and despair.

Before them stood a young man covered in blood, standing silently.

The broken sword in his hand, its blade shimmering with blood-red light, seemed to possess a life of its own, emitting bursts of excited buzzing.

Chu Feng's gaze swept over the ten people kneeling on the ground.

These people, each of whom would be a powerful expert at the peak of the Finger Profound Realm who could make a force tremble in the outside world, were now like lambs to the slaughter, without even the courage to resist.

Chu Feng fought his way up from the first floor to the fourth floor.

The Burial Coffin within his body was like a bottomless black hole, frantically devouring the cultivation and souls of these demons.

At this moment, his cultivation level has reached an unprecedented peak—the perfect state of the Finger Profound Realm!

We are only one step away from reaching the Celestial Realm.

"Spare me... Your Excellency, spare me!"

"I submit! I'm willing to serve you like a slave!"

An old man kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy in a hoarse voice.

Chu Feng's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He stepped forward, and without the slightest hesitation, swung the broken sword in his hand.

puff!

A magnificent head soared into the sky.

The pleas for mercy abruptly ceased.

Chu Feng remained expressionless and walked towards the next person.

To him, these people were not lives, but merely "nourishment" on his path to becoming stronger.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I... I'll give you anything!"

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Desperate cries echoed on the fifth floor.

But Chu Feng's sword remained cold and merciless.

One, two, three...

Soon, only one person remained on the ground.

She was a woman with a voluptuous figure and a charming face; even in such dire straits, her beauty remained undiminished.