Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

What is the concept of those dozens of Jingguan piled up?

This means that the Jin Dynasty's western army no longer exists, and the Western Xia's most elite Iron Falcons have disappeared as a whole.

Even the most elite Yue Family Army and Han Family Army of the Song Dynasty at their peak never achieved such brilliant results.

And all this.

It all happened within just ten days.

It was completed by hundreds of young masters themselves.

These martial arts practitioners, whose masters share the same lineage, can easily combine their cultivated white internal energy into one.

The white internal energy, when superimposed, amplifies its original power many times over, and can even accomplish all sorts of incredible things.

This superimposed white internal energy was named "Heroic Power" by the masters under Shen Jue.

Several masters who practiced the "Breathing Technique 2.0" were able to easily stack white internal energy to form a weak chivalrous power.

This chivalrous power allows masters who stack white internal energy to obtain the internal energy characteristics of the "Breathing Technique 2.0 Version," which were originally unusable.

Those masters who have only acquired internal energy characteristics such as speed, strength, and energy recovery can even use internal energy characteristics such as frost, flames, and lightning by relying on the power of chivalry.

This is also one of the reasons why dozens of Grandmasters under Shen Jue's command joined forces to crush Grandmasters like speed bumps.

After asking Hong Qigong, Shen Jue waited quietly for Hong Qigong's reply.

Hong Qigong stood below the martial arts arena, looking up at the mounds of skulls in the void and at the young grandmasters kneeling on one knee, for a long time.

Then he laughed.

This time, the laughter was different from the previous carefree and helpless laughter; it was a truly relieved laugh.

"The old beggar had nothing to say."

He raised the wine bag high and gave a toast to Shen Jue from afar.

"From this day forward, the entire Beggars' Clan will obey the orders of Alliance Leader Shen."

He paused, then added, "As long as there's wine to drink, that's fine."

The thousands of martial artists below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

It's not that no one wants to object, but rather that they simply can't find a reason to object.

In terms of martial arts, Shen Jue's strength has transcended the realm of martial arts.

In terms of power, Shen Jue has hundreds of grandmasters under his command, and two contemporary grandmasters also serve by his side.

In terms of achievements, Shen Jue crippled the two major enemies of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin and Western Xia, within ten days.

What else can they say?

Lu Xiaofeng's face showed a look of reluctance. This Shen Jue had ordered his men to take the heads of more than 100,000 people with a wave of his hand.

As a person from the Southern Song Dynasty, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

But the fact that so many people had died gave him a sense of sympathy for his own kind.

Seeing so many heads piled up, he naturally felt a little sad.

In the crowd, a burly man, as tall as an iron tower, suddenly knelt down.

His name was Zhao Tieshan. He was the only blacksmith in an unnamed village in the north, and the only survivor of that village under the slaughter of the Jin soldiers.

No one noticed when he emerged from the crowd.

It wasn't until his knees slammed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, that the surrounding martial artists turned around in astonishment.

Zhao Tieshan's shoulders were heaving violently.

His hands dug into the soil so hard that blood seeped from under his fingernails, and the veins on his arms, which were as thick as a normal man's thighs, bulged as if he wanted to tear the earth apart.

He raised his head and looked at the dozens of mounds of human heads piled up in the void.

Among those heads were golden figures with raven-like hairpins and Western Xia iron hawks wearing iron helmets; each ferocious face was frozen at the moment of death.

He recognized the hairstyles and the armor, because the demons who stormed into his village on that snowy night six years ago looked exactly like that.

He remembered that fire.

I remember my mother's trembling hands as she stuffed him into the cellar, and my little sister's eyes that hadn't yet closed when she was impaled on the tip of a spear.

When he crawled out of the ashes, of the 123 people in the entire village, he was the only one still breathing.

Zhao Tieshan let out a low, beast-like growl, then roared to the sky.

That sound didn't sound like a human being at all.

It felt as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest, smashed it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Tears rolled down his fleshy face, washing away the dust and leaving two deep tear tracks.

He was a man as strong as an ox, but he cried like a child, his whole body trembling so much that he could barely kneel down.

"Six years..."

Zhao Tieshan roared hoarsely at the hundreds of grandmasters kneeling on one knee on the stage, at Shen Jue standing with his hands behind his back, and even more so at his incompetent self from six years ago.

"I, Zhao Tieshan, have waited six years!"

"I'll practice martial arts! I'll escape to the south!"

"I practiced diligently day and night!"

"I just dream of one day fighting my way back north! But my martial arts skills are too low! Too low!"

Zhao Tieshan lay face down on the ground, his forehead slamming heavily into the mud, the impact shaking the ground. When he raised his head, his forehead was a bloody mess.

"Alliance Leader Shen!"

Zhao Tieshan straightened up, looked up at Shen Jue on the stage, his eyes bloodshot and filled with tears, a man's resolute determination to risk his life.

"My name is Zhao Tieshan, from Zhao Family Village in Cangzhou. Of the 123 lives in the village, only I am left." He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice hoarse but clear.

"I don't know any advanced martial arts, I just have a lot of strength."

"I'll do anything you ask!"

"I'll lead your horse! I'll carry your sword!"

"I only ask you!"

He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing crisscrossing old scars on his chest, scars left six years ago when he rushed out of a burning house.

"I only ask that when you fight your way back north, you take me with you!"

"I want to go home."

When those four words were uttered, Zhao Tieshan could no longer hold back. This towering man knelt on the ground and burst into tears.

It was a story of a man who, after witnessing the mountains of his enemies' heads, finally found someone to follow and finally saw the way home.

Thousands of people remained silent.

Huang Rong's eyes reddened. She thought of her mother, Peach Blossom Island, and those people she could never return to.

She turned her head away and quickly wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

Among the thousands of warriors, those who had fled from the north had tears in their eyes.

Some clenched their fists, some gritted their teeth, and some lowered their heads, their shoulders trembling silently.

Like Zhao Tieshan, they were people who had lost their homes.

And Shen Jue, standing on the high platform, is turning their unthinkable dreams into reality.

Shen Jue looked at the man below the stage, whose head was bleeding from kowtowing, and remained silent for a moment.

Then he asked, "What's your name again?"

"Zhao Tieshan!"

"Zhao Tieshan." Shen Jue nodded, his tone calm yet resolute.

"I will remember this name."

"The Northern Expedition! The Northern Expedition!" Shen Jue sighed.

"That's so tempting!"

"laugh!"

"I want to purge the Southern Song court, powerful families, and influential clans."

"Evil path, demonic path, villain."

"Let's launch another Northern Expedition!"

"Hahaha!"

Shen Jue seemed to be infected by Zhao Tieshan's emotions, and her whole spirit became excited.

"Excellent!"

"Let's start with you!"

Shen Jue grinned and sprang up from his seat like a violent meteorite!

Then, it brought out layers of sonic boom clouds that shot straight down!

Before the gasps of thousands of martial artists below the stage could even escape, Shen Jue was already standing in the center of the crowd.

No one saw how he got down.

The white sonic boom cloud that stretched out from the high platform was still slowly spreading in mid-air, and Shen Jue already had a human head in his hand.

Ding Chunqiu's eyes were still open.

This old monster from the Xingxiu Sect, who had been rampant in the Western Regions for decades with his mastery of poison, instinctively struck out with his palm the moment Shen Jue landed.

The dark green poison gas in his palm solidified, and the putrid smell caused the surrounding martial artists to retreat.

Then his hand broke.

He didn't even feel any pain.

He felt a chill on his wrist, and his entire hand was severed from his arm. He saw his severed wrist, and before the blood could even gush out, his vision began to spin.

Shen Jue tugged at his hair, as casually as if picking a fruit.

Ding Chunqiu's last conscious thought was seeing his own back.

He saw the headless body slowly kneeling down.

"The first one." Shen Jue casually tossed the head into the pile of skulls.

Blood Blade Ancestor's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was a vicious man who came down from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and no fewer than a thousand innocent people died by his bloody blade.

Just a moment ago, he was still figuring out how to escape in the chaos, but the next moment, Shen Jue's gaze was already on him.

"Damn it!"

Blood Blade Ancestor only had time to utter two words.

He drew his knife.

The Blood Blade Sect's swordsmanship is renowned for its speed. His blade is so fast that he can unleash 109 slashes within a second of a falling leaf, pulverizing it and burning it to ashes.

The crimson blade flashed like a red ribbon, slashing towards Shen Jue's neck.

The blade stopped three inches from Shen Jue's skin.

Two fingers.

Shen Jue pinched the blood knife with just two fingers.

Then the Blood Saber Ancestor heard a crisp snapping sound, and his treasured saber, which he relied on for fame, shattered into three pieces.

One of the segments flew back, piercing through his forehead and exiting through the back of his head.

Shen Jue raised his hand and plucked off another human head.

"The second one."

The crowd began to stir.

The other evil masters surrounded in the crowd suddenly attacked!

Each of them is a master who has been famous for decades and is a figure who strikes fear into the hearts of people in the martial arts world.

At this moment, however, they were like trapped beasts driven to the brink of despair, and launched an attack on Shen Jue.

One of the judge's pens aimed straight for Shen Jue's throat, its tip coated with a deadly poison that would kill instantly.

The iron claws reached for Shen Jue's dantian, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Another person raised both hands, and a rain of fine needles descended upon Shen Jue's major acupoints.

The three grandmasters joined forces, their inner strength extremely restrained, locking their power into their weapons and hidden weapons, thus sealing off all of Shen Jue's escape routes.

Shen Jue did not back down.

He suddenly sprang up!

The judge's pen pierced his throat, but shattered into pieces the instant it touched his skin. The fragments flew back, carrying white internal force, and shattered the master's arm!

The master wielding the judge's pen screamed and retreated, his entire right arm turning into a bloody mist!

Before he could run away, Shen Jue's hand had already brushed across his neck.

It floated lightly, as if brushing away a fallen leaf.

The master of Iron Claws broke the sound barrier!

A pair of iron claws gripped Shen Jue's shoulders!

He was overjoyed and tore at it with all his might!

However, Shen Jue remained motionless, while the iron claws forged from extraterrestrial meteorites emitted a teeth-grinding, twisting sound!

The tips of all ten claws were snapped off!

A slender hand pressed against his chest, and a gentle burst of internal energy was released!

A cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded from the master's back, and he collapsed limply, without even having the chance to unleash the Three Flowers of the Peak.

The countless fine needles were still flying in the air, threatening to injure other martial artists.

Shen Jue flicked his sleeve, and white internal energy surged forth.

Hundreds of tiny needles turned around in mid-air and shot back at an even faster speed than when they came!

The master of hidden weapons looked down and saw that each of his 365 acupoints was inserted with a needle as thin as a cow's hair!

The poison he applied to the needle was something he had prepared himself; he knew better than anyone what it meant!

He was about to desperately unleash the three flowers on his head, hoping to take some martial artists with him before he died!

But all he saw was Shen Jue's figure suddenly change, appearing before him like a phantom!

Looking down at him with a sinister grin, his face, still splattered with the blood of a grandmaster, he seemed to be looking down at him from above.

"what!"

Shen Jue removed his head.

The one who had his arm severed by the judge's pen was clutching his broken arm and trying to escape.

Shen Jue didn't even look at him. With a flick of his finger, a white internal force pierced through his back, causing him to explode into a bloody mist.

Shen Jue looked around, holding a string of human heads in his hand.

He just stood there, covered in blood.

The dozens of mounds of corpses still floated silently in the air, each face frozen at the moment of death, while five more bodies were added to the ground.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was not far away, closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

Shen Jue casually tossed the severed head into the pile of skulls in the void, turned around, and grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, facing the thousands of silent, terrified warriors.

"Gentlemen," Shen Jue paused, then said, "those who wish to launch a northern expedition, "join my ranks."

The sound of knees hitting the ground echoed among the thousands of warriors.

"Alliance Leader Shen is invincible!"

"I am willing to follow the Alliance Leader to unify the martial arts world!"

"Fight back north! Fight back to our homeland!"

"I want to have the Alliance Leader's child!" a female martial artist screamed.

"?" Shen Jue appropriately showed his confusion.

Hundreds of people knelt on the ground, their shouts rising in waves.

Those Han Chinese warriors who fled from the north shouted the loudest, until their throats were hoarse and tears streamed down their faces.

They didn't care whether Shen Jue was insane or how ruthless he was; all they saw were the heads belonging to the Jin and Western Xia dynasties.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, his posture becoming slightly hunched.

Hong Qigong took a swig of wine and sighed.

Dugu Qiubai stood at the edge of the crowd, hands behind his back, gazing at the sky, and let out a very soft sigh.

They didn't say anything.

I couldn't say anything.

Zhao Tieshan was still kneeling on the ground, his face covered in blood and tears, staring at Shen Jue's back as if he were looking at a god.

"Gurgle!" The hundreds of grandmaster martial artists who were kneeling on one knee and standing in the air shouted again when they saw Shen Jue make a move.

"Brother Shen Jue has made his move again!"

"Croak! What a hero! This is a true hero!"

"I can't wait to slaughter all the alien races!"

"That's it!"

"Kill the aliens!"

"The powerful families must be killed!"

"Even royalty can't escape it!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Only in this way can we live up to the ideals of chivalry and justice!"

A small portion of the hundreds of grandmaster martial artists burst into maniacal laughter!

"Follow the Hero! Let's create a world-shaking event!"

"Let's wage a great battle of chivalry and justice!"