Kill Zhao Kuanying In Formation! The Lord Of Beiyang City Appears!

At this moment, Zhao Kuanying's heart, despite his resolve, instinctively thought of retreating. However, the battlefield had devolved from a mere stalemate into a massacre.

He knew that if he fled now, the tens of thousands of cavalry under his command would collapse immediately. Such a retreat would result in even greater losses, a consequence he found unacceptable.

"Good!" Zhao Kuanying thought grimly. "I'll face you now and meet you in the future if I survive this!"

With no other choice, Zhao Kuanying steeled himself and prepared to confront Yuan Zuozong. The opponent's attire indicated he was likely the general of the enemy forces. Defeating him might still offer a chance for a comeback.

"Hmph! Don't overestimate your abilities!" Yuan Zuozong sneered, fully aware that Zhao Kuanying was a semi-saint. His eyes burned with fierce determination. Since arriving in this world, he had yearned for a worthy battle.

Now, he intended to show the difference between semi-saints with a clear demonstration of power.

"Boom!"

Without further conversation, the two combatants clashed fiercely. The surrounding forces instinctively gave them space, knowing that the aftermath of a battle between semi-saints was too overwhelming for ordinary soldiers.

As they fought, the air crackled with their immense spiritual energy, enveloping the area in a thick mist.

Both warriors unleashed their ultimate techniques from the start. Zhao Kuanying immediately deployed his most potent skill, the Great Wild Tyrant Sword Slash—a rare earth-level intermediate combat skill.

Such high-level techniques were incredibly rare in the Zhou Dynasty, with earth-level skills being the pinnacle, often held as sect-protecting secrets.

However, Yuan Zuozong's expression remained one of disdain. He sheathed his spear and drew a long knife instead. Though known as a master of the spear, his swordsmanship was even more formidable.

Yuan Zuozong leveled his blade at Zhao Kuanying. "General Yuan Zuozong invites you to your end!"

The clash of their weapons was immediate and explosive. A blinding light erupted as their blades met, and the resulting spiritual energy created a dense fog around them.

Onlookers paused, mesmerized by the sheer intensity of the confrontation. The battlefield fell eerily silent as the two semi-saints showcased their power.

Moments later, a figure, bloodied and battered, was hurled out of the combat zone like a meteor.

"How can this be?" Zhao Kuanying's eyes widened in horror as he realized his weapon had been effortlessly knocked away, leaving him reeling and disoriented.

"Die!" Yuan Zuozong roared, his blade cutting through the air.

Desperately, Zhao Kuanying now understood the devastating reality of his situation. The enemy's forces were not just an army—they were a ruthless, overwhelming force.

Regret seeped in as he realized he had underestimated his opponents. But regret offered no solace.

With a final, mighty strike, Yuan Zuozong cleaved Zhao Kuanying in half, ending his ambitions and ideals on the battlefield of Beiyang City.

Zhao Kuanying's death caused the morale of his cavalry to plummet. The Dragoon Army surged forward, their onslaught relentless and brutal, turning the battlefield into a scene of carnage.

On a distant cliff, Orion watched with relief as the Dragoon Army secured victory.

"No more danger; it's all settled," he sighed.

Orion then turned his attention to Gao Shun, who was still trapped behind enemy lines.

"Gao Shun!"

Gao Shun, eager and spirited, emerged at Orion's call. Seeing the Dragoon Army's success, he felt a strong urge to join the fray.

"Now that the local lord is dead, the remaining forces will be leaderless. Lead the trapped troops to assist the dragoons and secure the battlefield. Then, use the Shadow Guards to capture Beiyang City!"

"Understood!" Gao Shun responded with enthusiasm. Though the trapped camp was only half the size of the Dragoon Army, its combat effectiveness was equally formidable, bolstered by the same sacred realm rewards.

...

Once Gao Shun departed, only Xu Chu and Li Sandao remained with Orion.

Orion gazed thoughtfully towards Beiyang City. "Ying Mo, Yu Xiang, and the others—why haven't they sent any signals yet? Could something have gone wrong?"

Orion's strategy was to ambush the enemy cavalry at night while his forces took the opportunity to seize Beiyang City's control. Yet, the lack of movement in the city was troubling.

"Xu Chu, listen up!"

"Yes, sir!" Xu Chu responded eagerly, expecting to join the battle.

However, Orion's next order was a letdown. "Ying Mo and the others haven't sent any signals. Go check on their status."

Xu Chu's excitement waned, replaced by disappointment. He had hoped for a chance to fight but was instead tasked with an investigation.

"Understood," Xu Chu said reluctantly, accepting the order.

...

In Beiyang City, the defense had relaxed due to the troops' absence, allowing Ying Mo and his team to infiltrate with ease.

As they approached the winch controlling the city gate, Ying Mo's alertness heightened. He sensed danger and noticed a figure in the tower's shadows.

"There's someone there!" Ying Mo warned.

The figure, a middle-aged man, turned slowly, as if anticipating their arrival. "Ah! I didn't expect tonight's intruders to be three semi-saints. And with such formidable martial kings…"

He gazed at them with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I wonder where my nephew found such elite troops."