Douluo Continent: Divine Oracle Young General, Qian Renxue, please have some self-respect.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, Jiang Ci stopped his horse three miles outside the city.

Behind him, three thousand iron cavalry stood solemnly in formation.

Banners blotted out the sun, and bugles filled the sky.

This city is called Baiyan City, and it was originally the capital of a subordinate duchy of the Tiandou Empire.

Two weeks ago, the king of the vassal state declared his independence from the empire.

On a snowy night, Emperor Tiandou ordered Jiang Ci to lead the army to suppress the rebellion.

Jiang Ci, a time traveler.

Born an orphan, possessing the Divine Oracle Sword as his martial soul, and having innate full soul power.

The current number one genius of the Heavenly Dou Empire, General Divine Oracle, has made outstanding military achievements and is the most sought-after star in the military world.

At only twenty years old, Jiang Ci's soul power had already reached a terrifying level of eighty-seven.

A divine sword has suppressed countless rebellions.

"General, the city refuses to open its gates and has even hung a rebellious flag on the city walls." The lieutenant rode up, his voice respectful yet tinged with fervor.

Jiang Ci nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the stone city wall.

Baiyan City is not high, and after many days of fighting, the garrison has been reduced to no more than five thousand, most of whom are militia temporarily conscripted.

But a flag was indeed flying over the city wall.

That is the kingdom's emblem, a silver wolf howling at the moon.

"Ignorant of destiny," Jiang Ci said calmly.

He dismounted and walked slowly forward.

His battle robe billowed gently in the morning breeze, its frosty white base without a single wrinkle.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were in an uproar when they saw Jiang Ci walking alone.

During this period, they had been beaten so badly by the young general that they were somewhat PTSD.

"Release the arrows!"

Arrows rained down.

Jiang Ci kept walking without even raising his head.

When the arrow was less than three zhang away from him, he made a grasping motion with his right hand, and the Divine Oracle Sword appeared in his palm.

First Soul Skill: Sword Encirclement.

With a gentle tremor, the Divine Oracle Sword unfurled an invisible barrier of sword energy around him.

The arrows pierced through it, breaking off and falling to the ground; none could get within three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The soldiers guarding the city wall gasped in shock.

Jiang Ci continued walking until he stopped at the moat.

He raised his head to look at the city gate, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.

"Luo Ying".

He spoke, his voice not loud, but amplified by his soul power, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Do you know your crime?

After a moment of silence on the city wall, a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes appeared behind the crenellations.

Luo Ying, the king of the rebellious duchy, has a soul power of level 62 and a martial soul of the Silver Wolf.

The king's face was extremely grim.

He was full of confidence, but he never expected that his kingdom would be so weak, and in the blink of an eye, only the capital city was left isolated.

He roared at the top of his lungs, his face contorted in a ferocious expression:

"Jiang Ci, are you really going to fight to the death?!"

Jiang Ci shook his head.

"A fight to the death?" he asked indifferently.

"It seems you're getting senile to make such a wrong judgment."

The Oracle Sword was raised slightly.

"Third Soul Skill, City Breaker."

The third spirit ring lit up.

The Divine Oracle Sword shone brightly, and a beam of sword light over ten feet wide shot out, heading straight for the city gate.

"boom--"

The deafening roar shook the heavens.

The heavy iron gate trembled violently, the thick bolt behind the gate broke, and the entire gate tilted inward, revealing a gap about three feet wide.

The soldiers guarding the city wall were terrified and retreated.

With just one sword strike, the city gate was almost destroyed!

Jiang Ci sheathed his sword, his tone still calm: "Open the city gates and surrender, and I will only punish the ringleaders."

"Resist to the bitter end; when the city falls, leave no one alive."

After a long silence on the city wall, a wolf howl suddenly rang out.

Luo Ying leaped off the city wall, his martial spirit already possessing him as he stood in mid-air.

A giant silver wolf, three zhang long, landed behind him.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black rings surround it, with six soul rings encircling it.

His eyes gleamed with a sinister light, his claws extended, and his gaze towards Jiang Ci was filled with madness.

"Jiang Ci, I know you're Contra!" Luo Ying hissed.

"But my Silver Wolf Martial Soul excels in speed. As long as I can hold you off, the city's defenders will have a chance to break through the encirclement!"

"The kingdom's vitality will never be extinguished!"

Jiang Ci looked at him and suddenly sighed softly.

"Level 62, and you dare to talk about war?"

He raised the Divine Oracle Sword, and his second spirit ring lit up.

Golden light flowed across the sword, and an invisible pressure emanated from it.

"Soul Guardian".

Luo Ying froze.

To his horror, he discovered that his martial spirit was trembling, and the phantom of the silver wolf lay prostrate on the ground, emitting a whimpering sound.

That's a hierarchy-based suppression.

The Divine Oracle Sword Martial Soul comes with an inherent superior suppression effect.

"The difference in soul power is more than twenty levels, and the difference in martial soul rank is even greater."

Jiang Ci walked forward slowly.

"What are you going to use to hold me back?"

Luo Ying roared and forcefully broke free from the suppression, transforming into a streak of silver light as she pounced on Jiang Ci.

He was so fast that his figure was almost invisible.

Jiang Ci didn't move at all.

The Oracle Sword turned slightly, as if it had already anticipated the Silver Wolf's approach.

When Luo Ying's claws were no more than three feet from his throat, the tip of the sword was pressed against his chest.

A single sword strike to the throat.

Luo Ying froze in mid-air, her face filled with disbelief.

His speed was like slow motion in front of the Divine Oracle Sword.

"How is that possible..." Luo Ying said with difficulty.

Jiang Ci did not reply.

With a gentle push of the sword tip, it pierced through the body.

Luo Ying's pupils dilated, the silver wolf's phantom vanished, and her body fell to the dust.

The city walls were deathly silent.

Luo Ying's body lay on the bank of the moat, her blood flowing into the water and spreading out in a pale red hue.

The group is leaderless.

The defenders looked at each other, wondering who had dropped their weapons first.

Soon, the sounds of weapons falling to the ground filled the air.

"Open...open the city!"

The dilapidated city gate was slowly pushed open.

The guards knelt on either side of the city gate, not daring to utter a sound.

Jiang Ci sheathed his sword.

The Oracle Sword transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into his palm.

He turned to look at the three thousand iron cavalry behind him and calmly gave the order:

"Enter the city."

"Only the entire Luo family will be executed; the rest will be disregarded."

"Anyone who dares to take advantage of the chaos to loot shall be executed."

"Yes, sir!"

The army entered the city, their iron hooves trampling across the stone bridge and through the city gate that had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike.

The people in the city kept their doors tightly shut, peeking out through the cracks in the doors.

Jiang Ci did not enter the city. He stood by the moat for a moment, looking down at Luo Ying's corpse.

"Why bother?" he said softly.

The Oracle Sword hummed softly in his mind, as if in response.

This sword had been with him for twenty years and had witnessed too many such scenes.

There are always those who, like Luo Ying, overestimate their abilities and are then pierced through by a single sword.

The lieutenant rode over:

"General, the Luo family is surrounded; none of them can escape."

Jiang Ci nodded: "You handle the cleanup."

"The army will break camp and return to Tiandou City tomorrow."

"Isn't the general going into the city?"

Jiang Ci looked at the small city and shook his head.

"The battle is over."

He turned and walked toward the makeshift tent, his battle robe billowing like snow in the wind.

"Back to camp."

Behind them, the city gates of Baiyan City opened wide, and the flag of the Tiandou Empire was raised atop the city walls once more.

Jiang Ci was already sitting in the tent, resting with his eyes closed.

The Divine Oracle Sword was as docile as a virgin within his body, and the sharpness of the sword strike from before had completely dissipated.

Outside the tent, as the sun set, the army began to cook their meals.

Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, mingling with the evening glow on the horizon.

The victory of a rebellion is but one star among many glories under Jiang Ci's sword.