In this chaotic world of vying for power, I can become stronger by marrying a wife.

"yes!"

Just then, fires suddenly broke out in the distant barbarian camp.

Immediately afterwards, the deafening sound of war drums rang out.

"Oh no!" Wei Lang's expression changed drastically. "They're planning a night attack!"

"Good timing, perfect for trying out my new creation." Su Ming sneered, turning to look at the city wall below, where a dozen or so huge wooden crates were laid out.

"Wei Lang, bring those boxes up."

"yes!"

The box was opened, revealing rows of black iron pipes inside.

"What is this?" Wei Lang asked curiously.

"A musket." Su Ming picked up an iron pipe. "A simplified version, not very long, but quite powerful."

He loaded gunpowder and iron shot into an iron pipe and then lit the fuse.

boom!

With a loud bang, iron shot shot out like a torrential rain, riddling a wooden stake in the distance with holes.

Wei Lang was dumbfounded. "This...this is amazing!"

"Awesome my foot." Su Ming sneered, "This thing can only fire once, and you have to reload it after that, plus the accuracy is terrible."

"That's still better than a bow and arrow!"

"Enough with the nonsense, get the supplies out there." Su Ming looked at the approaching barbarian army. "Tonight, let them see what real firepower coverage looks like."

The barbarian army rushed to the city walls and began to erect siege ladders.

"Release!" Su Ming commanded.

Bang bang bang!

More than a dozen muskets fired simultaneously, and iron pellets poured down like a torrential rain. The barbarian soldiers fell in droves in an instant, their screams echoing one after another.

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

"Retreat immediately!"

But it was too late; the second volley came.

Bang bang bang!

Another barbarian army fell, and the defenders on the city wall watched with fervor.

"Well done!"

"Commander Su is truly awe-inspiring!"

Su Ming ignored the cheers, his gaze fixed on the depths of the barbarian army camp, where the old priest had yet to make a move.

Just then, a dark figure suddenly rushed out from the barbarian army, moving at an astonishing speed.

"Be careful!"

Murong Yan shouted, but it was too late.

The dark figure had already rushed onto the city wall and struck Su Ming with a palm. Su Ming reacted extremely quickly, drawing his Asura Blade to block.

clang!

With a loud bang, Su Ming was forced back three steps.

"Such powerful strength." Su Ming narrowed his eyes, looking at the dark figure in front of him.

That was an old man dressed in black robes, the high priest of the Northern Barbarians.

"You're Su Ming?" the old man's voice was hoarse. "The one who killed my Giant Spirit God?"

"It's me." Su Ming sneered. "What, you want revenge?"

"Revenge?" the old man sneered. "I'm here to take your life."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he suddenly struck out, slapping Su Ming in the chest.

Instead of retreating, Su Ming advanced, unleashing the Asura Blade.

clang!

After exchanging several blows, Su Ming became increasingly alarmed.

This old guy's strength is at least at the peak of the sixth rank, and may even be the fifth rank!

"Interesting." The old man sneered. "No wonder you were able to kill my Giant Spirit God. You're just a seventh-rank martial artist."

"Likewise," Su Ming sneered. "A Northern Barbarian priest with a sixth-rank cultivation level? Looks like you're not simple either."

"Hmph, you know too much." A murderous glint flashed in the old man's eyes. "Therefore, you must die!"

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped Su Ming with his palm.

This palm strike carried a terrifying pressure, as if it would crush Su Ming into a pulp.

Su Ming's pupils contracted; at this critical moment—

A sword light suddenly slashed from the side, forcing the old man back.

"Who dares to cause trouble in Jing'an City!"

An aged voice rang out, and then an old man with white hair appeared on the city wall.

Su Ming's pupils contracted when he saw who it was.

It's Chen Xiu!

Chen Xiu's sword was very fast.

As Su Ming approached, he only saw a flash of white light before the once-aggressive Northern Barbarian High Priest was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the city wall's crenellations, leaving a human-shaped dent.

"Ahem!"

The old priest coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his tattooed face. "Fifth rank! A fifth-rank martial artist?"

Chen Xiu did not answer, but slowly sheathed his sword and stood in front of Su Ming.

Under the moonlight, this old man, who usually hunched over and looked like he was on his deathbed, now stood as straight as a spear, his aura as sharp as a drawn sword.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes.

Sure enough, the old man had been faking it all along.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong...?"

"Shut up, watch the show." Chen Xiu didn't turn around, but his voice was unusually serious. "This old bastard is no simpleton; you can't handle him."

Su Ming wisely took two steps back, while giving Wei Lang a wink.

Wei Lang understood and immediately led his men to withdraw the surrounding guards, making room for the two experts to fight.

The atmosphere on the city wall was eerily frozen.

The Northern Barbarian High Priest climbed out of the ruins, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared intently at Chen Xiu with his dark eyes.

"Who are you?"

"A dying man is not worthy to know my name," Chen Xiu said calmly.

"Arrogant!"

The high priest roared, his hands forming a hand seal, and a strange black mist suddenly surged around him.

Countless distorted human faces could be vaguely seen in the black mist, emitting mournful howls.

"Evil magic?" Chen Xiu frowned. "No wonder the Northern Barbarians have become increasingly outrageous in recent years; it turns out they've been infiltrated by something like yours."

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his sword.

This sword strike had no fancy moves, just a simple straight thrust, but wherever the sword passed, the black mist retreated frantically as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

"This is righteous energy?!" The high priest's expression changed drastically, and he retreated rapidly.

But it was too late; the sword light, like a waterfall, instantly enveloped him.

Dangdang Dangdang!

A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out as the high priest's black robe was torn to shreds by sword energy, revealing a pair of black soft armor underneath.

The soft armor was densely covered with runes, which were now emitting an eerie red light, barely blocking Chen Xiu's sword energy.

"Heavenly Demon Armor?" Chen Xiu sneered. "Looks like you're not a Northern Barbarian."

The high priest did not answer, but waved his hands, and dozens of black chains flew out from his sleeves, coiling towards Chen Xiu like venomous snakes.

Chen Xiu neither dodged nor evaded; with a flash of his sword, all the chains snapped.

"A trivial skill."

He took a step forward, the tip of his sword pointing directly at the high priest's throat.

Just then!

boom!

A thick black beam of light suddenly shot out from the barbarian army camp, heading straight for Chen Xiu.

"Watch out!" Su Ming shouted sharply.

Chen Xiu reacted extremely quickly, his sword flashing as he slashed at the black beam of light.

Boom!

A huge explosion rang out, and the entire city wall trembled.

As the smoke dissipated, Chen Xiu took three steps back, a trace of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"There are other helpers?"

He looked up at the barbarian army camp, his expression turning serious.

Deep within the camp, a figure clad in a blood-red robe slowly rose into the air, surrounded by thick black mist that obscured his face.

"Peak of the fifth rank," Chen Xiu said in a low voice. "Looks like we're in trouble."

Su Ming's expression also darkened.

A sixth-rank high priest is troublesome enough, but now a fifth-rank peak priest has appeared. This is going to be a life-or-death situation.

[Ding! Extreme danger detected!]

[Immediate evacuation recommended for the host!]

It's rare for the system to proactively issue a warning.