The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

"Barbarian Dragon Art, shaking the heavens and the earth!"

The barbarian marshal had a layer of khaki light on his body, followed by a roar.

This layer of light suddenly burst out and turned into an extremely huge yellow dragon, roaring and pouncing towards the blood sword.

The yellow dragon exuded a terrifying aura, and every scale flashed with cold light, as if it could easily tear through space.

It opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a stream of scorching flames, burning and distorting the surrounding air.

boom!boom!

There was a loud noise, deafening.

The blood-red giant sword and the yellow dragon collided with each other, causing a violent energy ripple that spread out in all directions.

Su Moshen snorted coldly, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something.

In an instant, his aura suddenly surged again, and the sharp sword intent shot out from his body, colliding fiercely with the yellow dragon again.

The yellow dragon howled and shattered into pieces!

"Your Blood Wind Sword Intent has actually broken through to the late stage of Level One!"

The Barbarian Marshal said with horror on his face.

If it were in the past, he could have relied on his strong body to fight Su Moshen, who had comprehended the mid-level first-level Blood Wind Sword Intent, to a draw.

Now, his physical body no longer existed. How could he not be terrified?

"Humph! There are many things you can't imagine. I, Su Moshen, will guard the Linyue Dynasty."

"Neither you barbarians nor the enemies of the Wushuang Dynasty will set foot on the border!"

"Die!"

As he spoke, Su Moshen raised the blood-red giant sword in his hand with a sharp sword intent and slashed towards the barbarian marshal.

Without any hesitation, the Barbarian Marshal took out a Xuan-grade spiritual weapon, the Barbarian Dragon Shield, from his storage ring and roared.

"Get out of my way!"

boom!

The barbarian marshal was smashed into the ground by the giant sword and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"Brothers! The general has won. Hold your weapons tightly and kill all these barbarians!"

"The general has won! Kill!"

When the soldiers of the Linyue Dynasty saw the Barbarian Marshal being defeated by their own general, their morale suddenly increased. They raised their weapons high and shouted slogans: "Kill!"

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing were deafening, swords and sabers flashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

In a short while, the barbarian soldiers were killed and fled in panic, leaving their weapons and armor behind.

The Barbarian Marshal who saw this scene, regardless of his injuries, shouted:

"The whole army retreats!"

Hearing the Grand Marshal's voice, the barbarian soldiers riding rhinoceros war beasts controlled the beasts and rushed towards the enemy, buying time for the barbarian army to retreat.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!"

His voice was filled with endless majesty and dominance, making the air around him seem to freeze.

"Humph! I want to leave, you can't stop me!"

The Barbarian Marshal snorted coldly, and a powerful aura emanated from his body.

"The Savage God roars!"

The barbarian commander-in-chief made seals with his hands and chanted an ancient spell.

As the spell sounded, his body began to swell, his muscles became abnormally strong, and his skin turned dark red.

His eyes turned red and flashed with a ferocious light.

The next moment, the barbarian marshal suddenly opened his mouth and let out an earth-shaking roar.

The roar was like thunder, deafening.

The soldiers in the distance were shocked and retreated, covering their ears with painful expressions on their faces.

Even Su Moshen felt dizzy and had to use his internal energy to resist.

The barbarian marshal took advantage of this opportunity, turned around and fled into the distance.

Looking at the retreating barbarian army, Su Moshen did not chase after them, but said loudly:

"Go back to camp!"

"General, why don't you chase? This is a rare opportunity!" General Shang said anxiously.

"The Wushuang Dynasty is also attacking our border. The barbarians are just trying to hold us back and have no intention of engaging in a bloody battle with us!"

"Ah? Damn it, the barbarians are actually teaming up with the Wushuang Dynasty to deal with us!"

"Don't waste time. Xiahou's troops and high-ranking military strength are far inferior to the Wushuang Dynasty's army. We must rush to the northern border to provide support!"

Su Moshen continued:

"I have three other generals with 100,000 elite soldiers to support us. You, General Li, and the remaining soldiers will be responsible for guarding this place."

"If the barbarians attack again, you can go to the Yunjian Sect to rescue them. I have a history with their leader, and I believe he won't refuse. Remember that!"

"General, this is absolutely not allowed! It is a serious crime to mobilize troops privately without the court's order!" General Shang said in a deep voice.

"I don't care about that anymore. All the blame will be borne by me alone. This matter is settled. Let's go back to camp and prepare!"

Su Moshen said this with a firm expression, his eyes revealing a sense of determination and responsibility.

Everyone looked at each other, but seeing Su Moshen's firm attitude, they didn't say anything more.

After returning to the camp, Su Moshen quickly summoned his generals and began to arrange the next action plan.

He told everyone to prepare food, weapons and other supplies as soon as possible.

After a brief rest, 100,000 elite soldiers, led by General Hu, who was at the peak of the Danhua realm, headed to the northern border.

However, Su Moshen did not follow the main army. Instead, he led thirty Dan-transforming cultivators to the northern border.

These monks are all powerful masters. If they go at their best, they can reach the northern border in less than a month.

More than twenty days later.

Northland!

"General Xia, the Wushuang Dynasty's army is coming, and Yunwu City... has been lost!"

"Another city has been breached? I'm such an incompetent general!"

"Pass on my order, everyone, defend Xuanwu City to the death. The city survives, the people are there, the city is destroyed, the people are dead!"

Xiahou stood on the city wall, looking ahead with a firm gaze, his voice filled with determination and tragedy.

"We have lost thirty-six cities. We can't retreat anymore!" Xiahou's tone was full of helplessness, but more of determination.

He knew that if they retreated any further, the enemy would become more arrogant and they would lose more land and people.

Xuanwu City is an important line of defense in the north. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If Xuanwu City is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Xiahou's old and tragic voice reached the ears of every soldier in Xuanwu City, as if a thunder exploded in their hearts.

Everyone felt Xia Hou's determination and courage, and they all followed suit, shouting, "As long as the city survives, the people will live; if the city is destroyed, the people will die!"

This cry was like a torrent, shaking the entire Xuanwu City.

Soldiers took up their weapons, ready to fight the enemy to the death. With a determined glint in their eyes, they were willing to sacrifice their lives to defend the city and protect their families.

Xiahou's words inspired their inner fighting spirit and made them understand that only by uniting as one could they resist the enemy's advance.

Xiahou felt a little relieved when he saw the high-spirited soldiers below, but he was also very ashamed of his own incompetence.

He was unworthy of the trust of King Xia and the people!