Red Blood Sword

The Legion of Snow and Moon, silent and serene, gazed upon the ranks of Black Reaper Guards arranged in a single line, their eyes tinged with a hint of astonishment.

These thirty-six Black Reaper Guards were formidable, exceedingly so. The shot they just fired was confident, yet also disdainful. They scorned the soldiers of the Snow and Moon, confident that they could abandon their weapons and still instantly slay, showing no concern whatsoever.

Upon hearing the echoing challenge resounding through the space, the soldiers of Snow and Moon fell into a moment of silence.

"To perish for the sake of battle is honorable. Not every disciple of the Heavenly Academy is timid and afraid of combat," murmured Duan Tianlang to himself, his voice tinged with reverence. "The talents of the Heavenly Academy's disciples, who among them is willing to seek vengeance for their comrades?"

"Timid and afraid of combat?" Lin Feng naturally understood whom Duan Tianlang was referring to, as did everyone else.

"The prince just stated, on the battlefield, there is no distinction between allies and foes. I've heard that the young prince Duan Han is exceptionally gifted and has accompanied the prince on this campaign. Now is the time for him to establish his merit. We request the young prince to take the field and erase the disgrace of the recent battle," stated Lin Feng calmly, his words resonating.

"We request the young prince to take the field and establish his merit."

The voices echoed behind Lin Feng, shaking.

"We request the young prince to take the field and establish his merit."

Amidst the ranks of the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry, a roar erupted, instantly drowning out the calls for Duan Han to take the field.

Duan Tianlang and his son squinted, staring at Lin Feng. This fellow harbored quite vicious intentions. They seemed to have forgotten their own sinister nature.

"Duan Han's strength is still shallow, insufficient for such a task. It would be better for other talented youths to take the field," remarked Duan Tianlang with malicious eyes, then chuckled and shook his head.

"The prince just mentioned the honor in perishing for battle. The young prince possesses extraordinary talent and formidable strength. He certainly wouldn't shy away from combat. Whether in victory or defeat, he would bring pride and honor. Lin Feng, I reiterate my request, let the young prince take the field," declared Lin Feng calmly, every word distinct.

"Requesting the young prince to take the field."

The resounding echo reverberated, causing Duan Tianlang's expression to stiffen as he glared coldly at Lin Feng. This scoundrel had put him in a difficult position.

"If you have the courage to fight, then fight yourself instead of constantly instigating others," coldly retorted Duan Han to Lin Feng, his voice trembling, audible to the entire crowd.

"Silence," Lin Feng immediately snapped back. "Duan Han, you and your father have no shame. I may be instigating you, but you continuously shrink from battle, yet speak with such righteousness. Then I must ask, what was the Wolf King doing all this time? Exploiting the situation for personal gain, wanting the disciples of the Heavenly Academy to perish on the battlefield?"

Lin Feng's public criticism of Duan Tianlang left everyone stunned. Even the disciples of the Heavenly Academy, though slow to react initially, were awakened by Lin Feng's words. Duan Tianlang indeed possessed a sinister heart.

"Do you even know who you're speaking to, Lin Feng?" Duan Tianlang's face darkened. As the commander of the three armies, he was being publicly humiliated by Lin Feng.

"I am not your underling," Lin Feng retorted coldly.

Duan Tianlang was about to speak, but a cold voice cut in. "Duan Tianlang, I granted you entry into the city to defend against external enemies, not to play tricks during the clash of two armies."

The speaker was naturally Liu Canglan. He then turned his gaze to Lin Feng. "Lin Feng, you've defied General Duan, which is a transgression. Join the battle to redeem yourself."

"Yes, General," Lin Feng solemnly nodded. He handed over his headgear to Duan Xinye. Instead of donning another headpiece, Lin Feng's handsome face was left uncovered, his flowing locks visible.

With a slight tremor, Lin Feng mounted his warhorse. Dozens of soldiers clad in blood-red armor followed suit, their horses galloping and dust billowing.

As the Black Reaper Guards saw Lin Feng and his group approaching, they shouted, brandishing their spears. Qi surged along the length of their spears, causing the very air to hum.

"Disperse!" Lin Feng uttered calmly. Instantly, his surrounding soldiers drew their weapons, their radiance gleaming, slashing or thrusting toward the incoming spears.

"Swish, swish..."

The crisp sound reverberated, a stunning scene unfolding before the crowd. Every spear hurled toward Lin Feng and his group was either severed or cleaved apart.

"What's happening?" Everyone's pupils contracted. How could it be possible for Lin Feng and his group to easily slice through or directly split the spears, even if they were stronger than their opponents?

"Such sharp weapons," remarked the onlookers as they noticed the weapons wielded by Lin Feng and his group. These weapons were indeed exceedingly sharp.

"Cut!" Lin Feng's command resounded. By now, their warhorses had charged into the midst of the enemy. Radiant flashes erupted as they engaged, blood splattering into the air amidst the whinnying of warhorses.

A broadsword swung horizontally, releasing a surging and tyrannical aura. Even the Black Reaper Guards at the sixth level of the Spirit Martial Realm perished upon contact.

As for Lin Feng, the brilliance of his longsword surged forward, directly targeting the leader of the Black Reaper Guards, the seventh-level Spirit Martial Realm powerhouse.

The brilliance of the sword descended from the heavens, pouring forth a destructive force.

In just that instant, more than half of the formidable Black Reaper Guards lay dead, with many more injured.

"Retreat!" The leader of the Black Reaper Guards, while blocking Lin Feng's strike, turned pale. Since when did the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry become so formidable? Armed and invincible, they forced the mighty Black Reaper Guards into a frantic retreat, leaving both sides' armies stunned.

"Kill." Lin Feng's voice rang out again, and instantly, everyone understood. The weapons in their hands surged with violent power, slashing toward the fleeing enemy, claiming several more lives.

The dragon steed and the Crimson Blood warhorses galloped madly, chasing after the remaining Black Reaper Guards.

At that moment, a burly figure leaped from a Crimson Blood warhorse, roaring. With a powerful stomp, the ground trembled, causing the distant yellow earth to roll, splitting open a chasm, burying the Black Reaper Guards and their horses, preventing their escape.

"Break!" The leader of the Black Reaper Guards thrust his spear toward the yellow earth that sought to bury them. A thunderous roar shook the earth violently, and the spear created a massive hole in the earth wall. The leader attempted to leap through the gap to escape.

"Hold them!" Another loud shout rang out. Vines suddenly appeared in the air, falling onto the crowd of Black Reaper Guards, halting their movements completely.

"Infinite dominance." Within the void, an illusory blade shadow emerged and descended from above, causing a chaotic torrent to overturn the earth. Several figures were directly cleaved apart.

In the blink of an eye, out of the thirty-six powerful Black Reaper Guards, only one remained—the leader, a seventh-level Spirit Martial Realm expert.

From the onset of the clash to its conclusion, only a few breaths had passed.

"Roar!" The leader of the Black Reaper Guards let out a furious roar. His spear annihilated all, abandoning his warhorse as he soared into the air, retreating.

Lin Feng's expression was solemn. After handing his headgear to Duan Xinye, he did not put on another one. His handsome visage was clearly visible, his long hair fluttering.

With a slight tremor, Lin Feng mounted his dragon steed. Then, with a tap of his toes, he soared into the air, striding through the void. An endless aura of battle burned within him. In the void, a black sword, a sword of annihilation, and a sword of the war god appeared.

"Those who violate our borders, no matter how far, will be executed."

A solemn voice emanated from Lin Feng's mouth. He continued his aerial stride, taking a deep breath. The black sword of annihilation descended from the void, manifesting a massive black phantom sword.

"Swoosh!" With a light sound, the black phantom sword slashed downward. The leader of the Black Reaper Guards, a hundred meters away, was cleaved in half before he could even scream, severed into two pieces.

"Boom, boom..." Witnessing this immensely shocking strike, the spectators could feel their hearts pounding. 

The iron cavalry surged forth, the Black Reaper Guards were annihilated; with a single aerial strike, enemies were vanquished.

Such might, such dominance.

All accomplished by a youth of not even eighteen. As they watched his elegant figure return to his warhorse, calm and composed, the soldiers almost forgot to cheer, instead silently watching his handsome face, as if trying to see more clearly.

"Roar!" A roar resounded, followed by thunderous roars joining in. Especially among the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry, the feeling of blood boiling surged once more.

How long had it been since they last felt this boiling blood? They hadn't expected that the one to ignite their fervor would be such a young man.

Ahead, Jiù Chìxuè's lips curved into a faint smile as he glanced at the still calm Liu Canglan beside him. "General, I see your shadow in him."

Liu Canglan turned his head, looking at Jiù Chìxuè's smiling face, and he smiled too.

"It's been a long time since I've seen your smiling face," Liu Canglan said, then turned away. In the distance, the Mo Yue army had begun to retreat. They had come to assert their dominance but ended up making Lin Feng their hero.

"I am not as good as him." A faint sound came from Liu Canglan's mouth, causing Jiù Chìxuè to tremble slightly before laughing. Lin Feng possessed a sharper edge than Liu Canglan, and his talent was superior.

Lin Feng returned calmly to Duan Xinye's side. Only to see Duan Xinye removing her headgear, her delicate hand brushing her long hair from her forehead, revealing a captivating smile. It made Lin Feng's gaze slightly freeze; this smile was enchanting.

Only Duan Tianlang and his son wore exceptionally ugly expressions, especially Duan Han. Back when they were at Yunhai Sect, he thought he could easily dominate Lin Feng, only to end up fighting him to the death.

And now, the once inferior Lin Feng had far outstripped him.

"Lin Feng."

At this moment, Liu Canglan's gaze fell upon them, and he shouted loudly.

"General."

Lin Feng responded.

"I grant you the title of Centurion. You will form your own battalion, named the Crimson Blood Sky Sword, under the direct jurisdiction of Jiù's command."

Lin Feng had achieved meritorious service, and Liu Canglan naturally had reason to bestow this title. Given Lin Feng's performance and strength just now, no one found it inappropriate.

"Lin Feng, receive your orders!"