One person can destroy three armies

Chaos!

The armies of both nations were thrown into utter chaos, paying the price with countless lives as the Mo Yue soldiers, serving as human targets, finally broke through the city gates, engaging the Snow Moon army in direct combat.

With swords gleaming and spears shining like silver, the cavalry galloped through the dark night, their weapons clanging as they trampled over fallen blades on the ground.

On either side of the city gates, the Red Blood Iron Cavalry, igniting fires, converged, unleashing volleys of flaming arrows into the densely packed ranks of the Mo Yue army. Flames consumed, cries of agony pierced the air, throwing the Mo Yue forces into disarray. Meanwhile, within the ranks of the Red Blood Iron Cavalry, a dazzling sword aura flickered, a surge of deathly qi erupting, creating a vacuum in the surrounding space, claiming the lives of hundreds in an instant.

Following this strike, the mixed elite forces within the Mo Yue army also launched attacks, causing chaos within the enemy ranks while disregarding their own safety.

In this battle, Mo Yue still boasted over two hundred thousand troops, while the Snow Moon faction numbered less than a hundred thousand. In terms of military strength, Mo Yue naturally held the advantage.

However, the Snow Moon forces had already arranged their formation, lined up outside the city, awaiting the Mo Yue army. Nearly a hundred thousand soldiers unleashed successive volleys of arrows, hundreds of thousands of flaming arrows raining down, claiming countless lives and throwing the Mo Yue forces into disarray. Combined with the flanking attacks from the Red Blood Iron Cavalry on both sides and the internal maneuvers led by Lin Feng and others, the Snow Moon faction had complete control of the situation.

When the blades clashed at last, it was a true test of courage and strength.

Within the chaotic Mo Yue army, Lin Feng wielded his sword, each step claiming a life.

His footsteps advanced relentlessly in a single direction, every obstacle falling to his blade.

It wasn't just Lin Feng; beside him, a group of individuals moved in unison, heading towards the same goal.

The outcome of the battle between Snow Moon and Mo Yue was no longer in his hands. Lin Feng could only do so much. Now, he needed to rescue Princess Duan Xinye, who had been captured before his eyes. If anything happened to her, not only would he be unable to escape responsibility, but it would also provide the imperial city with an excuse to deal with Liu Canglan. Regardless, he must rescue Duan Xinye.

To his left, another dazzling sword aura flickered incessantly, the sword light falling and shadows vanishing, resembling a god of death.

This sword, faster and more fierce than Lin Feng's, carried a heavier aura of death. It was a true killing sword.

Glancing at the face, even more beautiful than that of a woman, now cold as frost, Lin Feng's heart hardened. The White-clothed Killing Deity, An Aoxue, no wonder so many feared her at Tianyi Academy. Beneath that face, more beautiful than any woman's, lay an incredibly sharp killing intent.

In the sky, strands of light emerged, casting their glow upon the earth, signaling the approach of dawn.

Outside the gates of Bladebreak City, countless fallen blades now served as the resting place for numerous bodies and pools of blood, continuously stacking up as the battle cries echoed endlessly.

As Lin Feng leaped into action, his deadly sword swept through, claiming more lives, yet there was no hint of excitement in his demeanor. Observing the bodies and blood on the vast land, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation. This was war, where human lives were as insignificant as grass and trees.

"Boom!"

A thunderous sound reverberated in the sky, as if coming from beyond the heavens, shaking the crowd to their core, their movements involuntarily slowing as they looked up at the sky.

And in the whitening sky, a rolling mass of dark clouds approached, taking on a humanoid shape. After a moment, the cloud dissipated, revealing a figure in the sky.

With black hair, black robe, and black clouds, the figure resembled a demon god, standing proudly above the sky, dominating the world.

"So formidable!"

Lin Feng's heart trembled as he gazed at the figure standing in the sky, feeling an unmatched sense of invincibility emanating from him.

"A bunch of barbarians dare to challenge Mo Yue!" 

The figure spat out a figure from his mouth, then slammed his palm towards the ground. Instantly, a colossal palm print descended from the sky, exuding a black aura of annihilation as it crashed down.

"Boom, rumble!"

The earth trembled violently as the hearts of the Snow Moon soldiers also quaked. This palm directly obliterated over a thousand Snow Moon soldiers, leaving them no chance to retaliate. They could only watch as the palm print descended, unable to even scream before being engulfed by the black palm.

A massive crater appeared on the ground, filled with black, and the nearly thousand Snow Moon soldiers were obliterated, not a trace left.

Moreover, countless others around were affected by the shockwave of this palm, tumbling to the ground.

The faces of the Snow Moon soldiers turned pale. Such strength! Faced with such a powerful existence, they lacked even the courage to fight.

The crowd on the ground, both Snow Moon and Mo Yue soldiers, came to a halt, all looking up at the black figure standing proudly in the sky.

"Roar!"

After a moment of silence, a roar of anger erupted from the Mo Yue soldiers, shaking the heavens and earth.

This was their Mo Yue powerhouse, capable of decimating the entire army. A truly domineering figure.

Listening to this awe-inspiring roar, Lin Feng's sword trembled slightly in his hand.

No matter how much he schemed or tried to change the course of events, in the presence of such a powerhouse, one person's strength could influence the entire battle. His casual strike could claim the lives of thousands.

Clutching his left fist tightly, Lin Feng felt a surge of hatred. He hated his own weakness, unable to soar above the heavens.

That black palm print must be True Yuan, belonging to a powerful practitioner of the Xuanwu Realm, and it was an extremely powerful black True Yuan.

Practitioners of the Xuanwu Realm could briefly defy gravity with their powerful qi and True Yuan. This black figure could stand tall above the sky and emit such powerful True Yuan, indicating that he was a high-ranking practitioner of the Xuanwu Realm, far stronger than the likes of Prince Dapeng.

In the realm of martial arts, truly powerful practitioners were above all else. Armies, imperial power, rules - as long as you were strong enough, a single strike could destroy them all.

Lin Feng... he wanted to pursue that peerless martial path, yearning for the grandeur of soaring above the heavens. He had put in effort, continuously striving for it, with lofty aspirations to traverse the world one day.

But the path of martial arts was long and arduous, requiring unyielding determination. How many trials and tribulations must one endure? No one knew.

Just like the powerful figure standing above the sky at this moment, who could overlook the Snow Moon army and easily annihilate them.

Was today the day when the entire Snow Moon army would be buried here?

"Liu Canglan, your reputation has endured for a lifetime, resisting the Mo Yue army for decades. I grant you a dignified death. You, take your own life."

The black figure in the sky fixed his gaze upon Liu Canglan, his voice indifferent yet carrying an irresistible authority. Before him, even the commanders of the three armies were as insignificant as dust.

Liu Canglan raised his head indifferently, gazing at the figure in the sky, then glanced at the soldiers of Snow Moon, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

"In the war between two nations, the top experts of both sides are not allowed to participate. This is a rule recognized by the Nine Nations. Yet today, you come here and suppress my Snow Moon army with overwhelming power. Is this the tacit approval of Snow Moon?" 

A tinge of sadness flickered in Liu Canglan's eyes. Mo Yue would not break this recognized rule unless they sought to provoke a true war of extermination between Snow Moon and Mo Yue. However, neither Mo Yue nor Snow Moon had the strength to annex the other. Therefore, this rule should not be broken, unless there was one exception: Snow Moon tacitly approved the actions of the other side.

"Tacit approval!"

Hearing the desolation in Liu Canglan's voice, the soldiers of Snow Moon all showed a trace of sorrow in their eyes. Lin Feng, too, felt the profound sadness.

The princess was captured, Duan Tianlang instigated internal strife, and now Liu Canglan mentioned Snow Moon's tacit approval. What lay behind this battle was shrouded in mystery, known to none.