A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

"Zhao'er".

"After this battle, the revenge for our Wei family will only be half complete."

The old lady's gaze pierced through the blood-soaked battlefield, as if she could see into a more distant place.

Wei Zhao's heart stirred.

He understood what his mother meant.

The 500,000 people from the Northern Rong were the direct perpetrators.

But the person who actually handed over the knife was in Kyoto.

The treacherous minister Lu Song, who held a high position in the imperial court, was the real culprit behind the tragic deaths of the nine sons of the Wei family.

Border battles are easy to fight; they are tangible and direct, with swords clashing against swords and guns against guns.

The battles in the capital were the real bloodshed.

"I understand. Now that we've settled the score with the Northern Rong, it's time to go back and settle the score with the capital."

Wei Zhao's voice was very calm and steady.

The old lady nodded slowly and said nothing more.

She simply turned her gaze back to the battlefield, and the killing intent in her eyes, which had just been filled with tears, was colder than the north wind outside the city.

……

Outside Yanmen Pass, the sky was ablaze with blood.

The Northern Rong army's defenses had already completely collapsed.

The once invincible army of 500,000 is now like a flock of sheep being herded.

They scattered and fled under the iron hooves and heavy armor of the Wei family army, letting out desperate cries.

Dogtooth Shigeru galloped wildly on his horse, his leather armor already shattered, and his single eye filled with bloodshot veins and terror.

Her once neat braids were now disheveled and draped over her shoulders, making her look like a lost dog.

Behind them, the despairing roar remained a constant companion.

Those were Huo Qingluan's 50,000 heavily armored soldiers. They moved slowly but steadily, pressing forward step by step.

The heavy iron boots pounded the frozen ground, each sound like a death knell tolling for him.

He dared not turn around, but he could feel two chilling killing intents, like a leech, locking onto him.

One of them comes from that moving steel forest.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Huo Qingluan, the taciturn array madman, had already mounted a heavily armored warhorse, entirely black, and was advancing alongside the army formation. In her cold eyes, there was only pure killing intent.

The other killing intent was even more direct and sharper!

Shigeru Inuya glanced to his side and behind out of the corner of his eye, and saw a white figure chasing after him like a ghost.

Liu Jingshuang's white wax spear gleamed coldly in the morning light. Wherever she went, the Northern Rong cavalry who tried to stop her fell from their horses like wheat cut down by a sickle.

It’s over.

Only those two words remained in Shigeru Inuya's mind.

He was surrounded, with no way to escape to heaven or hell.

He could only urge his already exhausted warhorse to charge madly toward the towering Yanmen Pass city wall ahead.

That place was his target, but now it has become his only obsession and his only way out.

If we can just rush over there, if we can find even a crack in that city wall, maybe...maybe we can escape back to the grasslands.

A biting wind howled on the city wall.

Su Qingyun gripped the edge of the stack tightly, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

She watched the figure frantically fleeing at the edge of the battlefield, her eyes showing no fear, only an almost cold scrutiny.

This is the man who ordered Wei Po's head to be cut off.

It was these beasts who caused the nine sons of the Wei family to be buried on the frontier.

She wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin.

He turned his head and looked at Wei Zhao beside him.

Wei Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, calmly gazing down.

His thin face showed no emotion whatsoever, as if the carnage before him was merely a game of chess with a predetermined ending.

He didn't rush to give the order, but simply watched Inuya Shigeru quietly, as if admiring the last struggle of a prey.

"He wanted to escape." Su Qingyun's voice was very soft, but it carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"There's no escaping it." Wei Zhao's lips curled into a smile, the composure of a hunter facing his prey.

He didn't say anything more, but just looked deeply into Su Qingyun's eyes, which were burning with hatred, before turning around and walking down the city wall.

The city gates opened, and a series of muffled hoofbeats sounded.

Wei Zhao did not bring many people with him, only a few dozen personal guards.

He rode a pure white warhorse, which he had chosen from the stable. It was snorting nervously, as if it too could smell the strong stench of blood in the air.

Wei Zhao gripped the white wax spear tightly in his hand. The cold touch from the shaft made his blood boil.

The attributes of the God of Slaughter template were operating wildly at this moment.

With a physique of 105, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and every inch of his muscle yearned for battle.

"drive!"

Wei Zhao spurred the horse's flanks, and the warhorse shot off like an arrow.

Shigeru was frantically whipping the horse's rump, trying to find a way out of this desperate situation.

Suddenly, he saw a small squad rush out of the city gate ahead.

The leader, dressed in a plain white robe, stood out starkly against the bloody battlefield.

The man had a thin face and a sickly air about him, but when he rode his horse at full gallop, his unstoppable momentum was like a mountain collapsing.

It was Wei Zhao.

That sickly son of the Wei family, whom he considered to be nothing more than a schemer hiding on the city wall.

In Shigeru's single eye, madness and despair intertwined in an instant.

He ignored Liu Jingshuang and Huo Qingluan, who were getting closer and closer behind him; that was a certain death for them.

Since we're going to die anyway, we might as well take someone down with us!

"That little bastard from the Wei family!"

With a wild roar, Fang Mao abruptly turned his horse around, advancing instead of retreating. The curved blade in his hand drew a fierce arc in the air, aiming straight for Wei Zhao's throat.

kill!

He wanted to kill the leader of the Wei family!

As long as he is killed, even if he dies, his dog-toothed fang will have left a significant mark on history!

Wei Zhao looked at the oncoming curved blade without the slightest fear in his eyes.

He didn't even dodge; he merely turned slightly to the side, his white wax spear whistling through the air like a viper's tongue, precisely striking Ken-ya Shigeru's scimitar.

kill!

The same word, uttered by Wei Zhao, was icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

clang!

A sharp, metallic clang rang out across the battlefield.

The immense impact traveled through his entire body along the gun barrel.

Wei Zhao felt a jolt in his hand, but the terrifying power brought by his physique of 105 kept him completely still, without even changing his sitting posture.

In contrast, Shigeru felt an overwhelming force surge through his arms via the scimitar.

That power was astonishing, something a "sickly person" should never possess.

Click.

A faint cracking sound was heard.

The tiger's mouth of the dog-toothed man split open instantly, and blood gushed out.

His scimitar nearly flew out of his hand, and he swayed violently on horseback, his single eye filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?

How could a useless person who has been recuperating in a Taoist temple for fifteen years have such strength?

Wei Zhao gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He reined in his horse, and it nimbly circled in place before charging towards Fang Mao once more.

This time, his marksmanship was even more ferocious, with each shot aimed directly at the opponent's vital points.

Gritting his teeth, Munchman endured the excruciating pain in his hand and brandished his scimitar in a desperate fight.

He was already at his limit; the hunger of the past two and a half days had already emptied his body, and that attack just now was his limit.

Faced with Wei Zhao's relentless and storm-like attacks, he could only barely parry, and signs of defeat were already evident.

In the distance, Liu Jingshuang and Huo Qingluan had already arrived.

The infantry and cavalry of the Wei family army also surrounded the open space from all sides, making it completely impassable.

Liu Jingshuang looked at Wei Zhao, who was locked in combat with Quan Ya Mao, and a hint of anxiety flashed in her phoenix eyes.

Although Quan Ya Mao was exhausted, he was still a fierce general who had dominated the grasslands. In the face of a cornered beast fighting desperately, no one could say for sure whether an accident would happen.

Wei Zhao is the last man of the Wei family, and there must be no mishaps.

"I'll go help him!" Liu Jingshuang spurred her horse forward to lend a hand.

"etc."