I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Ji Fangkui wielded his silver spear like a dragon emerging from the sea, each swing carrying the power to tear through the air.

The monk Zhiyuan, on the other hand, had forged his body into an impenetrable fortress with his profound internal strength, making it difficult for Ji Fangkui's silver spear to penetrate his defenses, no matter how sharp it was.

The two fought fiercely, their melee seemingly distorted by their combined power. The Imperial Guards watched in terror; they had never witnessed such a fierce battle, as if the entire world trembled at that moment. Meanwhile, the imposter King Long Yunxi, inside the palace, was utterly terrified, cowering in a corner, barely daring to breathe.

Just then, Ji Fangkui suddenly unleashed a move called "Thunderous Dawn," his silver spear transforming into a bolt of lightning that pierced straight for the monk Zhiyuan's throat.

With this strike, he gathered all his strength, determined to kill the monk Zhiyuan in one blow.

However, the monk Zhiyuan seemed to have already anticipated his intentions, and easily dodged the attack by shifting his body to the side.

At the same time, Monk Zhiyuan was not to be outdone. He shouted and used the "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill", and his body instantly became as hard as iron.

Then, he suddenly threw a punch, the wind howling as it came towards Ji Fangkui like a storm. Although Ji Fangkui reacted quickly, he was still hit so hard that his blood churned and he was sent flying backward.

However, this did not frighten Ji Fangkui. He steadied himself and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Fat monk, today is your death day!"

After saying this, he once again took up his gun and stepped forward, engaging in an even more brutal life-or-death duel with the monk Zhiyuan.

The two fought with increasing ferocity, as if the surrounding air itself was being torn apart by their combined power. Each collision was accompanied by the sound of thunder exploding in the air.

At this critical moment of life and death, they seemed to forget the pain and fear, with only the will to fight supporting them forward.

Finally, after a fierce collision, the monk Zhiyuan suddenly paused, revealing an opening.

Ji Fangkui reacted swiftly, and the silver spear pierced through his chest in an instant.

However, just when Ji Fangkui thought victory was assured, the monk Zhiyuan suddenly revealed a strange smile.

It turns out that all of this was his scheme; he had been secretly accumulating power within his body, preparing to deliver a fatal blow to Ji Fangkui.

Suddenly, Monk Zhiyuan struck out with his palm, the wind from which was like a knife, accompanied by an extremely sharp sound of tearing through the air, instantly cleaving through Ji Fangkui's protective aura.

Ji Fangkui felt an overwhelming force strike him. Caught off guard, he was struck as if by a heavy hammer, coughing up blood. His body flew backward, tracing a long parabola, before crashing heavily to the ground, raising dust and looking extremely disheveled.

Upon seeing this, the Imperial Guards and the Long Family Army exclaimed in surprise. They rushed forward, some helping Ji Fangkui up, while others warily looked at the monk Zhiyuan to prevent him from launching another attack.

The monk Zhiyuan, wielding a large sword that gleamed coldly, roared with wide-open eyes, "My men, slaughter these rebels! Leave no one alive!"

Seeing this, Hong Huaxue, the commander of the Imperial Guard, knew that the situation was critical. He shouted, "Fang Jun, quickly take men to escort General Ji to safety. The rest of you, follow me to fight the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Jun immediately mustered dozens of elite soldiers and escorted Ji Fangkui to retreat.

Hong Huaxue led the remaining Jinwu Guard soldiers in a fierce battle against the rebel army led by the monk Zhiyuan.

Just as hundreds of fierce-looking rebel soldiers rushed out of Qianning Gate, six young generals in white robes suddenly descended from the front of the Jinwu Guard.

These six young warriors were all dashing and heroic, each wielding a pair of large, gleaming silver hammers, exuding a fierce fighting spirit.

The six young generals waved their hands forward, and with a whooshing sound of wind breaking, twelve powerful gusts of wind swept out like a storm, sending the hundreds of people rushing out of the door scattering in chaos.

The rebels fell to the ground one after another, their cries of agony echoing throughout the land.

“The Sixth Young Master of Ning Mansion!” Hong Huaxue recognized the six young generals in white robes at a glance. He was overjoyed, knowing that with the addition of these six young generals, their chances of victory had increased.

The six young masters of the Ning family, acting on orders from their adoptive father Long Bin, rushed to the aid of Ji Fangkui. They arrived just in time. Ning Wuwei, one of the six young generals, was furious. He pointed his right hammer at the monk Zhiyuan and roared, "Fake monk, how dare you injure my uncle! Today I will take your dog's life! Come and face your death!"

The arrogant monk Zhiyuan had never been insulted like this before. Enraged, he laughed, and with a swift movement, he pounced on Ning Wuwei like a ghost. Ning Wuwei, the young general with the silver hammer, was fearless and met the attack head-on. The two instantly clashed.

The monk Zhiyuan wielded his broadsword with impenetrable force, each strike carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, aiming straight for Ning Wuwei's vital points.

Ning Wuwei, wielding his twin hammers, parried and deflected Zhiyuan Monk's attacks one by one. The two fought fiercely, locked in a close battle, with neither gaining the upper hand for a time.

Seeing this, the other five young generals from the Ning family also joined the battle. They fought individually and drove the rebel army into a series of defeats.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard were greatly encouraged. They fought bravely and engaged in a fierce battle with the rebels.

At this moment, another group of rebels rushed out from inside Qianning Gate, wielding long spears and broadswords, and aggressively charged towards the Jinwu Guards. Seeing this, Hong Huaxue immediately ordered his soldiers to form ranks and meet the enemy. He knew that if they couldn't hold their ground now, the consequences would be unimaginable if the rebels broke through their lines.

Ning Wuwei, one of the six young masters of the Ning family, charged into the rebel army at the forefront. His hammer techniques were fierce, and every move struck the vital points of the rebels. Under the leadership of the six brothers, the morale of the Jinwu Guard soldiers soared. They fought bravely and routed the rebel army.

On the other side, Ning Wuwu shouted, "Follow me!"

He led a small squad specifically to deal with the archers in the fake king's army.

He moved with incredible agility, darting across the battlefield like a ghost, felling archers one by one with his arrows.

Seeing how brave the sixth young master of the Ning family was, the monk Zhiyuan was secretly surprised. If this continued, the troops guarding Long Yunxi would probably be wiped out.

So he shouted and unleashed his signature move – the "Mighty Vajra Palm".

Monk Zhiyuan unleashed both palms simultaneously, the wind howling as it hurtled towards Ning Wuwei like a storm.

Seeing this, Ning Wuwei dared not be careless. He gripped his hammers tightly with both hands, mustered all his strength, and met the palm strike from the monk Zhiyuan.

The two forces collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

In an instant, dust flew everywhere and sand and gravel flew in all directions.

As the smoke and dust cleared, both Ning Wuwei and the monk Zhiyuan took a few steps back.

Monk Zhiyuan was pale, clearly indicating that the attack had taken a toll on him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ning Wuwei once again swung his hammer at the monk Zhiyuan.

The two clashed again, this time using every trick in the book, determined to kill each other.