Four Seas Cloud Moon

The spear technique, known as the "Overlord Spear," is unparalleled in its ferocity and majestic power, its sweeping movements revealing the demeanor of a king. Yet, its subtleties are cunning and ruthless, like a spirited snake emerging from its lair, impossible to guard against. Each move is as agile as a swimming dragon, and coupled with Ziying's extensive combat experience, the two complement each other perfectly.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen rounds passed. Ziying seized the opportunity and unleashed a unique skill—Dragon in the Sky! Instantly, the sky was filled with dense spear shadows, pouring down from the sky like a torrential rain. Faced with such a fierce attack, Qian Feihu dared not slack off. He wielded the Yuwang Divine Spear with vigorous force, swirling up and down, attempting to block the overwhelming spear shadows.

Immediately afterwards, Ziying's figure flashed, and he did a somersault in the air, using another even more astonishing killing move - the stunning falling geese! As he descended from the sky, an overwhelming momentum rushed towards him.

Qian Feihu showed no sign of weakness, shouting, "Watch me split Mount Hua!" He then grasped the Yu Wang Divine Spear with both hands and, with all his might, smashed it down at Ziying. With a resounding clang, the Yu Wang Divine Spear and the Overlord Spear collided head-on, sending up a shower of dazzling sparks. The immense force of the impact sent Ziying stumbling backwards even after landing on his feet.

Seeing this, how could Qian Feihu let go of this rare opportunity? He immediately stepped forward and shot out like an arrow. At the same time, he raised the Yu Wang Divine Spear high in both hands and smashed it down fiercely on Ziying's head!

At that critical moment, if the blow had truly landed, its force would have been like a giant hammer smashing into a ripe watermelon, with disastrous consequences. Han Cheng couldn't help but feel terrified, a layer of fine beads of sweat instantly appearing on his forehead, his entire body trembling slightly with extreme nervousness.

However, something unexpected happened. Ziying's feet spun rapidly on the ground like a whirlwind, his body completing a precise 180-degree rotation with incredible flexibility, and the spear in his hand struck back like lightning, an extremely sharp counterattack!

Meanwhile, Qian Feihu, having failed to hit his target despite his full-strength attack, involuntarily leaned forward, maintaining his pursuit. Unexpectedly, he collided head-on with Ziying's sudden, counter-attack. In this life-or-death moment, relying on his instinctive reflexes, honed through years of martial arts training, Qian Feihu quickly shifted his body to the right, attempting to avoid the fatal shot.

But he was still a step too slow. With a dull "puff," Ziying's spear mercilessly pierced Qian Feihu's shoulder. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the air red. Ziying, taking advantage of his opponent's injury and instability, leaped up and unleashed a barrage of kicks. Each one was imbued with immense power and exquisite technique, the last one a sheer force, as if pouring all his fury and hatred into it.

With this thunderous kick, Qian Feihu was sent flying like a kite with its string cut. His body arced through the air before he fell heavily to Han Cheng's feet with a dull thud. Even the Yuwang Divine Spear, tightly grasped in his hand, flew out of his grasp, landing on the hard ground with a clang, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Han Cheng stared blankly at the unfolding scene, his eyes wide open, filled with shock and disbelief. This was a martial artist at the Enlightenment Realm! How could he be defeated so easily by Ziying? Such a disparity in outcome was difficult for him to accept for a moment. It wasn't until Ziying's resounding "Got it!" reached his ears that Han Cheng finally awoke from his dream, finally recovering from his shock.

With Qian Feihu being captured, the remaining forces are no longer to be feared.

The atmosphere within the prince's mansion was solemn and filled with drama. Ziying, Hancheng, the armless Zhangbei, and the others gathered together, listening intently to the stream of news of victory pouring in from below, each face brimming with uncontrollable joy. However, in stark contrast to this joy, in the corner lay Qian Feihu, gravely wounded and nearly dead. He lay there, as if the flame of life were about to be extinguished.

Qian Duoduo, standing nearby, was also in a state of extreme distress, completely devoid of his former dignity and poise. Zhou Fanlin and Zhou Xuanyi, father and son, were in even more dismal condition. Having not eaten for days, they were emaciated and pale. The sight of these four once-powerful and dominant figures, now imprisoned, was truly heartbreaking and deeply ironic.

You know, back then, they were all powerful princes, second only to the emperor and above everyone else! But now, they have ended up like this.

Before Ziying set out on this expedition, he had received Lu Xiaotian's explicit instructions: now that a new imperial court had been successfully established, all these former vassal kings were to be considered traitors. Lu Xiaotian left the decision on how to deal with them entirely to Ziying.

At this point, Han Cheng proposed that the four prisoners be escorted back to the imperial court for His Majesty's personal judgment. Ziying nodded slightly in agreement. As he gazed at the four pitiful figures before him, something unexpected happened—Zhou Fanlin, who had remained silent until then, suddenly burst into laughter.

He glanced at everyone present with a look of contempt, then slowly said, "Hmph, forget about you little minions, even if your master Lu Xiaotian came in person, you can't do anything to me! Don't you know who's behind me?"

When Qian Duoduo heard Zhou Fanlin's words, his heart trembled violently, as if struck by thunder. He stared at Zhou Fanlin with wide eyes, his lips trembling slightly, his voice tinged with astonishment. "You...you're still connected to them?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Fanlin threw his head back and burst into a wild laugh, the sound echoing in the air and sounding particularly harsh. He then glared at Qian Duoduo with a mocking gaze, sarcastically taunting him, "Qian Duoduo, Qian Duoduo, stop pretending to be so hypocritical! Could it be that I'm the only one with connections to them, and you aren't? Why has your precious son made such rapid progress recently? How did he achieve such astonishing results? Who would believe there's no trickery involved?"