Who put the yellow robe on me?

Helian Xin widened his eyes, and the expression on his face changed from initial confidence to disbelief.

Although he didn't know what the "Shadow Howling Arrow" was, he was familiar with the name "Zhong Xiaodan". This man was a martial arts master, not inferior to Xianyu Linyuan and Mammon. There were even rumors that he was the best master in Daliang.

The wind howled in the valley, bringing a chill. Helian Xin felt a slight chill on his back, and sweat slid down his forehead.

"General Zhong, what are you doing in this valley?" Helian Xin tried to make his voice sound steady, but his slightly trembling tone revealed his nervousness.

Zhong Xiao rode alone on a white horse, wearing silver armor that set off his handsome face.

He gently raised the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the sunlight.

"You can keep any one of the people or the money, and you can leave the rest." Zhong Xiaodan's voice was clear and powerful, echoing in the valley.

Helian Xin frowned, thinking to himself: "What does this mean? Does he want people or money?"

He thought for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhong Xiaodan smiled slightly, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "One thousand taels per person."

"One thousand taels per person?" Helian Xin's voice suddenly rose, his tone full of surprise and anger.

His face turned livid, and his hands unconsciously tightened around the reins. Thousands of soldiers, one thousand taels of silver each—that was an astronomical sum! Where was he going to get so much money?

The surrounding Western Region soldiers also revealed surprised expressions and whispered among themselves. The air was filled with tension and unease, as if a taut string could break at any moment.

Helian Xin took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He said coldly, "General Zhong, are you overconfident? Although your martial arts skills are amazing, can you single-handedly withstand the attacks of several thousand of us?"

Zhong Xiaodan laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the valley like a spring. His eyes held a hint of contempt as he spoke slowly, "If you have the ability to defeat me, you can leave on your own. Don't worry, the ten thousand archers on this mountaintop will never let go."

Helian Xin was shocked when he heard this. He looked up at the top of the mountain and saw archers standing densely on the peaks on both sides. They were wearing black cloaks, holding longbows, and standing motionless like stone statues.

In the sunlight, the arrow's tip gleamed coldly, making one shudder.

What is even more surprising is that even the crows did not notice that so many people were lying in ambush here. There were still crows circling above the valley, making croaking sounds.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint scent of grass and trees, but it couldn't mask the murderous aura that permeated the air. Helian Xin felt a chill on his back, and sweat soaked his shirt.

At this moment, a main general beside him stepped forward. He was tall and muscular, holding a huge mace, with fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

He cupped his hands and said, "General Helian, let me go and meet this bastard from Daliang!"

Helian Xin glanced at him and weighed it in his mind: "Okay, let's try Zhong Xiaodan's martial arts and see if he is really as powerful as the rumors say." So he nodded and signaled the commander to step forward.

The commander's name was Helian Yuan, the most powerful general under Helian Xin. He had killed countless enemies on the battlefield and was famous for his prowess.

He rode a black horse, his mace flashing coldly in the sunlight, and he galloped on his horse as fast as a flash of black lightning.

Helian Yuan shouted as he galloped, "I am Helian Yuan, the most powerful general under Helian Xin. Today I come to take the life of that Daliang thief!"

His voice was so powerful that it echoed throughout the valley. The surrounding Western Region soldiers cheered him on, their morale greatly boosted.

Zhong Xiaodan looked at Helian Yuan calmly, a faint smile still on his face. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, carefully observing his opponent's movements.

Helian Yuan rode closer and swung his mace violently, sending a gust of wind whizzing down towards Zhong Xiaodan's head. His moves were fierce and powerful, seemingly aiming to kill Zhong Xiaodan with one blow.

Zhong Xiaodan gave the reins a gentle shake, and the white horse leaped back nimbly like a startled deer, dodging the attack. At the same time, the longsword in his hand trembled slightly, and the tip of the sword drew a graceful arc, pointing directly to Helian Yuan's left side.

Helian Yuan was shocked, not expecting the opponent to react so quickly. He quickly withdrew his mace and tried to defend himself. However, Zhong Xiaodan's spear had already pierced his shoulder like lightning.

With a soft "Swish" sound, Helian Yuan's armor was pierced, and blood spurted out. His face turned pale instantly, and the mace in his hand dropped limply.

The surrounding Western Region soldiers were stunned. No one could see clearly what had just happened. They only saw Helian Yuan rushing forward and was shot by Zhong Xiaodan the next moment.

Helian Yuan endured the severe pain, roared, and swung the mace again.

However, Zhong Xiaodan no longer gave him a chance.

He flashed and appeared at the side of Helian Yuan like a ghost. With a light slash of his spear, Helian Yuan's throat was cut and blood spurted out.

Helian Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately fell from his horse and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The whole process took only a moment, and Zhong Xiaodan had already dealt with Helian Yuan. The surroundings were completely silent, with only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the grass.

The soldiers from the Western Regions were stunned by this scene, their faces filled with fear and shock. They couldn't believe that a general like Helian Yuan could be defeated so easily by Zhong Xiaodan.

Helian Xin's face was pale, and his palms were covered in cold sweat. He felt dizzy, as if the whole world was spinning. He finally understood that Zhong Xiaodan's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Zhong Xiaodan put away his spear and glanced sharply at the soldiers from the Western Regions.

His voice was quiet, but it echoed throughout the valley. "Listen up, soldiers of the Western Regions! If anyone throws down their weapons, dismounts, and surrenders, we in Daliang will never hang them. We will certainly use them in our future! Generals Xianyu Linyuan and Xuanyuan Feiyan have already settled in Liangzhou City in Daliang."

His tone was calm, yet filled with irresistible authority.

The soldiers from the Western Regions exchanged anxious glances, their hearts filled with fear and hesitation, unsure of what to do.

"Ding——" a crisp metallic sound broke the silence.

I don't know who it was, but he was the first to throw the weapon to the ground.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Ding!" Immediately afterwards, more weapons were thrown to the ground, making a series of noises.

The soldiers dismounted and raised their hands above their heads in surrender.

"Traitors! You bunch of traitors!" Helian Xin saw this scene, his face turned pale with anger, and he roared hoarsely. His eyes were filled with anger and despair, and the long sword in his hand was tightly clenched, his knuckles turning white.

Zhong Xiaodan smiled slightly and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good! Very good! Daliang will not kill surrendered soldiers! You can return the same way, and someone will pick you up!"