Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Meanwhile, Jing Xinmo and his two companions, who were far away in Tianfeng City, had already left the inn and were hiding in a secluded mansion in the city.

A faint wisp of black energy lingered around Jingxin Demon's fingertips. He had just used the Mind Bewitching Technique to extract some information from a retainer of the Martial King's Mansion.

"The army of the Great Qian Dynasty will arrive in three days. It seems that the Prince Wu's Mansion was prepared in advance."

Jingxinmo said in a deep voice, "Moreover, King Wu and those mysterious people don't seem to be afraid of the imperial army. On the contrary, it's as if they are... waiting for them to come."

Qingguo frowned: "Waiting for them to come? Is there some kind of trap?"

A cold glint flashed in Mirror Heart Demon's eyes: "Most likely so."

"Let's send the message back to Qingzhou first, and then hold our position and continue to observe."

"Yes," the two stunningly beautiful women replied.

……

Three days later, on the outskirts of Tianfeng City.

Dust billowed and banners fluttered.

Song Zongxiang led 100,000 imperial guards, like an iron torrent, and finally entered the territory under the jurisdiction of King Wu.

Just after crossing the border, they ran head-on into the army under King Wu's command.

"kill!"

At a single command, the two armies clashed instantly.

Swords flashed, energy surged, and battle cries shook the heavens.

Strangely, despite having a numerical advantage, King Wu's army showed no signs of fighting to the death.

After only a few exchanges of blows, they retreated while fighting, their formation so scattered that it seemed utterly vulnerable.

"General, the rebels have retreated!" a lieutenant shouted.

Song Zongxiang reined in his horse, his brow furrowing as he watched the retreating rebel army.

He always felt that the victory came too easily, and that King Wu's army did not seem to have exerted its full strength, but rather seemed to be deliberately retreating.

"Pursue!" After a moment's hesitation, Song Zongxiang issued the order to give chase.

He knew that he could not give King Wu a chance to catch his breath at this moment.

Then, the next day, a strange scene unfolded.

King Wu's army fought and retreated, seemingly in disarray, but always managed to maintain a certain distance, leading Song Zongxiang's army step by step toward Tianfeng City.

Meanwhile, Song Zongxiang's army pursued the enemy relentlessly, winning battle after battle, and their morale soared.

The second prince, Qianxiao, was in high spirits. He took the lead and killed several rebel junior officers.

Blinded by victory, his eyes were filled with disdain as he looked at the rebels.

It was as if the other party was nothing more than a clay chicken or a dog, utterly vulnerable.

That afternoon, King Wu's army finally retreated into Tianfeng City, closed the city gates, and defended the city.

Song Zongxiang's 100,000-strong army followed closely behind, besieging Tianfeng City.

Song Zongxiang reined in his horse and stood before the three armies, his bright silver armor gleaming in the sunlight.

He held a long spear, pointing it directly at the city wall, his voice booming like a bell.

"King Wu, you treacherous dog!"

"You colluded with wicked villains, instigated war without authorization, and wreaked havoc on our great land of Qian. What is your crime?"

Before he could finish speaking, the Second Prince Qianxiao beside him could no longer contain his elation.

The relentless pursuit and defeat of the enemy over the past few days had long since consumed his rationality with the flames of victory.

In his view, King Wu was already trapped, and his downfall was only a matter of time.

As long as he captures Tianfeng City and quells the rebellion, he will have accomplished a great feat, and the position of Crown Prince will be within his grasp.

He suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, pointed it directly at the figure on the city wall, and shouted sharply:

"You old scoundrel King Wu! Open the city gates and surrender at once!"

"Otherwise, once my army breaches this city, I will surely exterminate your entire Martial King's Mansion and its nine clans."

"I'll make you wish you were dead!"

"Surrender! Surrender!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Behind Qianxiao, 100,000 imperial guards shouted in unison, their voices rising like a tidal wave, soaring into the sky.

The overwhelming killing intent and military might that gathered together even scattered the white clouds in the sky, creating an extremely terrifying aura.

Upon seeing this, the rebel soldiers on the city wall turned pale, their grip on their weapons tightened, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

On the city wall, King Wu stood tall and straight, clad in black armor.

His gaze swept over Song Zongxiang, who was glaring angrily below the city walls, and finally landed on Qian Xiao's spirited face.

A meaningful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"Your Highness, it's been several years since we last met. I never imagined you'd grown so much."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xiao's face darkened, and he shouted sternly:

"King Wu, you traitorous minister, stop your nonsense!"

"Our Great Qian imperial family has treated your Wu family well, granting you the hereditary throne and allowing you to enjoy boundless wealth and honor!"

"Instead of being grateful, you harbor wolfish ambitions and have raised an army in rebellion; this is truly treasonous!"

He paused, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes: "I'll give you one last chance! Open the gates and surrender, submit to my capture!"

"Once the Japanese prince ascends the throne, he may, out of consideration for past relations, pardon the rest of your Wu family clan and preserve a vestige of your lineage!"

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing this, King Wu suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"Your Highness, Second Prince, your ambitions are quite considerable."

"Do you really think this world still belongs to your Qian family?"

His smile faded, his gaze sharpened, and he stared directly at Qian Xiao and Song Zongxiang:

Things are different now.

"The Great Qian Dynasty of today is no longer the prosperous Great Qian Dynasty of the past; its division is now a foregone conclusion!"

"Back then, my Wu family ancestors fought side by side with your Qian family ancestors, shedding blood to expand our territory, which is how we gained this vast land of the Great Qian!"

"Your Qian family has sat on the dragon throne for ten thousand years, enjoying all the world's splendor. You should be content!"

King Wu's voice suddenly rose in pitch, resounding throughout the city:

"I'm putting my words here today: I, King Wu, am going to rebel!"

"If you have the guts, then lead your army and storm Tianfeng City!"

"Arrogant!" Song Zongxiang roared. "Since you remain so stubborn, then don't blame this general for being impolite!"

He turned his horse around and shouted to the army behind him, "Attack the city!"

Once the word is uttered, the military order is as firm as a mountain.

"Release the arrows!"

The archers, who were already prepared, released their bowstrings.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

In an instant, a rain of arrows rose into the sky like locusts, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, densely shooting towards the top of Tianfeng City.

"Puff puff puff!" "Ah—"

Screams rang out one after another from the rebel soldiers on the city wall who had no time to escape.

They were instantly riddled with bullets, blood splattering everywhere, and they fell from the city wall screaming in agony.

"Shields! Raise your shields!" The rebel general roared from the city wall, organizing the defense.

After a hail of arrows, Song Zongxiang gave the order again: "All troops, charge!"

"Kill them!"

The 100,000 Imperial Guards charged towards Tianfeng City like tigers descending from the mountains, roaring as they launched a fierce assault on the city walls.

In an instant, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the roar of siege engines crashing against the city gates mingled together, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth.

The Second Prince, Qianxiao, stood at the front of the battle line, watching his own army advance on the city with overwhelming momentum, a smug smile on his face.

In his view, conquering Tianfeng City was only a matter of time.

However, he did not notice that Song Zongxiang's brows were always furrowed and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Song Zongxiang had a vague feeling that things were definitely not that simple.

Since King Wu dared to openly rebel, how could his city be so easily breached?

In particular, the mysterious force behind him has not yet shown itself, which has left Song Zongxiang with a lingering sense of unease.