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

On the high slope, Chu Feng appeared instantly, coldly staring at the three: the Prince of Kao Shan, the Marquis of Wei Yuan, and the Marquis of Ding Guo.

At this moment, these three powerful figures of the Great Qian Dynasty felt an endless chill in their hearts, and their faces turned deathly pale.

Especially the Prince of Kao Shan, who stared intently at Chu Feng, his body trembling uncontrollably as he recalled the incredible scene the other had just witnessed.

"Who...who are you?!"

King Kao Shan roared fiercely, unable to remain calm any longer. He unleashed his full cultivation at the Finger Profound Realm and punched Chu Feng. The force of his punch caused the air to explode.

Marquis Weiyuan and Marquis Dingguo also reacted, suppressing their fear and each unleashing their strongest killing moves, one on the left and one on the right, attempting to join forces to blast the monster to death.

The combined might of these three top figures in the Great Qian military was enough to shake the very fabric of the land.

However, all of this is in vain in the face of absolute power.

"Noisy."

Chu Feng's figure did not pause in mid-air at all. He did not even use his sword. He simply raised his right hand and casually slapped down with his palm.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

That seemingly ordinary palm appeared to contain the weight of the entire world.

The attacks of the three, including the King of the Mountain, were like three ants crashing into a sacred mountain, instantly crushed before that palm.

puff!

All three coughed up a mouthful of blood. Their bodies were struck as if by lightning, and an irresistible force slammed them to the ground, creating three large, human-shaped craters in the hard hilltop.

Chu Feng's figure landed silently in front of them.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible..." Marquis Weiyuan struggled to raise his head, his face covered in blood, his eyes filled with nothing but fear and utter confusion. "Aren't you that good-for-nothing playboy? How could you..."

puff!

A flash of blood appeared.

Marquis Weiyuan's voice abruptly stopped, and a fine head flew off, his face still frozen in disbelief.

"Next." Chu Feng's gaze fell on the Marquis of Dingguo.

"No! Don't kill me! I... I was acting on His Majesty's orders! I had no choice!" Marquis Dingguo completely broke down, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Chu Feng's eyes remained completely unmoved.

Another flash of blood.

The Marquis of Dingguo's pleas for mercy turned into permanent silence.

In the end, only the Prince of Kao Shan was left.

He didn't beg for mercy, but stared intently at Chu Feng, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness: "Chu Tianyuan...you've given birth to a fine grandson! I hate him! I hate him so much! I lost...I lost to him again..."

"You didn't lose to my grandfather," Chu Feng said indifferently, looking at him. "You lost to yourself."

As the sword flashed, the head of the Mountain King, filled with resentment, rolled to the side.

After dealing with the three, Chu Feng turned around and glanced down at the allied forces below, which were now in complete disarray and scattered from the onslaught.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared above the army.

"I told you, today, you will all die."

The broken sword in his hand emitted an excited hum, and a terrifying blood-red sword beam, hundreds of feet long, swept out!

Wherever the sword's edge passed, whether it was the Black Armor Army, the Dingguo Army, the Fierce Tiger Army, or the remnants of the barbarian army, they all fell in droves, like harvested wheat. No one could withstand this divine punishment.

The massacre continues.

Inside the canyon, the five legion commanders, including Po Jun and Qing Long, along with tens of thousands of Zhenbei Army soldiers, were all filled with excitement and their hearts were stirred.

As they watched that figure stroll leisurely among hundreds of thousands of soldiers, reaping lives, the awe in their eyes gradually turned into fanatical worship.

This is the true heir of their Zhenbei Prince's Mansion!

This is the future ruler of their Zhenbei Army!

After an unknown amount of time, when there were no more enemies standing outside the canyon, and when the entire land was stained dark red with blood, Chu Feng slowly sheathed his sword.

He turned and walked back into the canyon.

"Where is the Zhenbei Army?!"

"Here!" Tens of thousands of soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Your Highness is mighty!"

The shouts, as loud as a mountain and as powerful as a tsunami, echoed throughout the Black Wind Gorge.

Chu Feng raised his hand, silencing the shouts of the crowd. He looked at the wounded men before him, whose fighting spirit remained undiminished, and his voice reached everyone's ears.

"My father, Chu Kuanglong, died at the hands of the barbarians."

"My second uncle, Chu Kuanghu, died at the hands of the barbarians."

"My third uncle, Chu Kuangbao, also died at the hands of the barbarians."

"Countless brothers and comrades of my Zhenbei Army have perished here over the decades, all thanks to the barbarians!"

"Do you want to pay for this blood debt?!"

"think!"

"think!!"

"think!!!"

All the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army had bloodshot eyes, roaring and howling. The hatred that had been suppressed for many years was completely ignited at this moment!

Po Jun, Qing Long, and the others exchanged glances, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.

"Your Highness, do you mean...?"

"That's right." A chilling killing intent flashed in Chu Feng's eyes. "Follow me, crush the barbarian royal court, and wash away their blood!"

"Let them know that anyone who offends our Zhenbei Army, no matter how far away, will be punished!"

"Pass on my order!" Chu Feng pointed to the three unseeing heads on the ground, "Send the heads of these three bastards back to the capital by express courier!"

"Tell Lu Tianqian that I have cleaned up his ranks, this traitor who colluded with the enemy. Tell him he doesn't need to thank me!"

"The rest of you, muster your troops and have a hearty meal! In one hour, follow me...onward!"

The night was as dark as ink.

The barbarian royal court is located deep in the jungle a hundred miles north of the border. The huge black tents, like lurking beasts, exude a primitive and savage aura under the moonlight.

Inside the largest golden-domed tent in the center of the royal court, the lights were bright, but the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed to drip water.

The Barbarian King, a man over two meters tall with bulging muscles and a face covered in scars, sat on a throne made from the skull of a giant beast.

As he listened to the battle report brought back by the scouts below, his ferocious face was filled with boundless rage.

"What did you say? Two hundred thousand troops, almost completely wiped out? Even the commander's head was chopped off?" The barbarian king's voice, like a muffled thunderclap, made the entire tent vibrate.

"Yes...yes, Your Majesty..." the scout stammered, trembling violently. "A young man claiming to be the Heir Apparent of Zhenbei...he's not human! He's a monster! He alone slaughtered hundreds of thousands of our warriors!"

"The Prince of Zhenbei? Chu Feng?" A hint of disdain and violence flashed in the Barbarian King's eyes. "The grandson of that old scoundrel Chu Tianyuan? A good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, dares to run wild in my barbarian tribe?!"

"Your Majesty! They...they're attacking! They're almost at the royal court!"

"Well done!"

The barbarian king abruptly stood up, grabbed the giant axe taller than a man beside him, and a bloodthirsty grin spread across his face. "I'll see if all the Chu family's offspring are so tough!"

Before the words were finished, a cold voice, as if piercing through time and space, rang out directly inside the tent.

"You don't need to go see him/her; I'll come myself to see you off in your final moments."