On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

As Lin Zhen's voice echoed through the canyon, Attila suddenly looked up and met a pair of eyes as cold as stars on the cliff.

"Lin Zhen!" he roared through gritted teeth, his voice filled with boundless rage and resentment. "You despicable Southerner! If you have the guts, come down here and fight me to the death!"

"as you wish."

As soon as Lin Zhen finished speaking, the three hundred "Night Owl" assassins behind him, like tigers descending the mountain, slid down the hundred-foot cliff at high speed along the ropes that had been prepared in advance!

They were like death gods from hell, silently descending into the already chaotic enemy ranks.

There were no shouts, no nonsense.

Only the cold blade and the sound of slicing through a throat.

"Pfft!"

As one of the Night Owls landed, the short blade in his hand swiftly sliced ​​across the neck of a still-stunned Golden Wolf Knight, and warm blood gushed out.

Without even glancing at the fallen corpse, he swayed and pounced on his next target.

Three hundred black figures, like three hundred of the sharpest daggers, plunged fiercely into the heart of the Golden Wolf Rider, a giant beast that was already severely wounded and dying!

They formed small strangulation formations in groups of three to five, efficiently and ruthlessly reaping lives amidst the chaos of the enemy ranks.

Although the Golden Wolf Cavalry soldiers were brave, after experiencing rolling stones, arrow rain, and fire attacks, they were already like frightened birds, and their morale had collapsed.

Now, with these ghostly enemies closing in, they were completely powerless to fight back and were being slaughtered one-sidedly.

Lin Zhen personally led fifty of his most elite assassins, like the sharpest dagger, with a clear objective: to strike at Attila's royal banner!

"Stop them! Stop them!" Attila's personal guards shouted in terror, desperately trying to form a defensive line.

However, their resistance seemed so ridiculous in front of Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen's longsword flashed deadly silver streaks in the firelight. Wherever he passed, men and horses fell, blood and flesh flew everywhere. No one could withstand a single blow from him!

He was like a god of war who had walked out of an ancient battlefield, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.

"kill!"

Ghost Shadow followed closely behind, his twin blades flashing like two black lightning bolts, each swing taking a life.

Fifty elite soldiers formed a perfect attack formation, firmly guarding Lin Zhen on both sides and clearing away all obstacles for him.

They advanced with unstoppable momentum and soon reached Attila's banner.

Attila watched the black figure, like a demon, draw ever closer, and a flicker of fear finally crossed his eyes.

But he was, after all, the Left Guli King of the northern desert, the most valiant lion on the grasslands. Fear was but a fleeting moment.

Then, it was replaced by a deeper madness and violence.

"what--!"

He let out a beastly roar, spurred his horse, brandished the heavy spiked club in his hand, and charged towards Lin Zhen!

"Lin Zhen! Prepare to die!"

The spiked club whistled through the air as it slammed down on Lin Zhen!

This blow was so powerful that if it hit someone, even an iron man would be smashed into a meat patty!

A cold glint flashed in Lin Zhen's eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced!

Just as the spiked club was about to strike him, he lightly touched the stirrup with his toes, and his whole body leaped up like a bird, avoiding the fatal blow at an incredible angle!

At the same time, the longsword in his hand, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, pierced upwards with lightning speed toward Attila's throat!

Attila was horrified!

He never dreamed that Lin Zhen's lightness skill would be so high!

In a critical moment, he twisted his body sharply, narrowly avoiding the sword aimed at his throat.

But Lin Zhen's sword momentum did not stop at all!

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword slashed downwards!

"Pfft!"

A dull thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh!

Attila screamed as Lin Zhen severed his right arm at the shoulder with a single sword strike!

The thick arm that held the spiked club fell to the ground, spurting blood.

"Ah! My hand! My hand!" Attila screamed in agony, the intense pain nearly causing him to fall off his horse.

"ended."

Lin Zhen's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, and a cold voice rang in his ears.

Attila didn't even have time to turn around.

He only felt a chill on his neck.

Immediately, the world in his eyes began to spin.

The last thing he saw was his own headless body, still riding a warhorse, with blood gushing from his neck like a fountain.

"Pfft!"

Attila's head rolled on the ground, which was covered with blood and corpses. In his large, bell-like eyes, there was still endless fear and resentment.

"King Zuo Guli...is dead!"

"The prince has been killed!"

Seeing Attila's royal banner fall and his head held high by Lin Zhen, all the Golden Wolf Knights who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance completely collapsed!

They threw down their weapons, cried out, and fled in all directions.

However, where can they escape to from this blocked road?

All that awaited them was the cold, ruthless blade of the "Night Owls".

The battle was quickly coming to an end.

The entire "One Line Sky" canyon has become a veritable battlefield.

Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like streams. The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, burnt flesh, and death.

Lin Zhen stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his entire body covered in blood, like a demon returned from hell.

He leaned on his longsword, breathing heavily.

The series of battles had exhausted almost all of his strength. Several deep wounds, revealing the bone, were now visible on his body, and blood was constantly seeping from the gaps in his armor.

He won.

At the cost of 300 men, they annihilated 15,000 of the most elite Golden Wolf Riders in the northern desert!

This was an incredible victory that will go down in history!

However, there was no joy on his face.

He turned around and glanced behind him.

Of the original three hundred members of the "Night Owl" assassins, fewer than one hundred remain standing.

Everyone was covered in bruises and looked so exhausted that they seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

But their eyes remained bright, still filled with a fervent adoration for him.

Lin Zhen took a deep breath and slowly knelt down on one knee in front of all the surviving brothers.

"Brothers, you've worked hard."

Upon seeing this, the surviving "Night Owls" were moved to tears. They all knelt down on one knee and roared in hoarse voices, "We will serve the Prince to the death! We would gladly die a thousand deaths!"

Lin Zhen stood up and took out the phoenix feather gold medal from his bosom.

"Issue my order! Send the head of Attila the Left Guli King, along with this report of victory, via the fastest courier service, eight hundred li, to Chang'an and present it to His Majesty!"

"Send another order to Commander Zheng on the eastern front! Tell him it's time to close the net!"

After doing all this, he felt a darkness before his eyes, and he could no longer hold on, falling straight backward.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Ghost Shadow and the others were shocked and rushed over to help him up.

"Quickly! Summon the army doctor!"