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

He knew that if he wanted to truly eradicate this force, he had to conduct in-depth investigations and research.

Therefore, he decided to temporarily refrain from returning to the palace and concentrate his efforts on dealing with this hidden force.

In the days that followed, Long Bin led Lin Wan'er, Bai Ling, and a group of capable spies on a difficult investigation and reconnaissance mission.

They ventured deep into the lion's den, risking their lives, and gradually uncovered the background and movements of this force.

It turns out that this force was an evil organization called the Netherworld Cult, which secretly controlled many bandit gangs and martial arts masters, attempting to overthrow the imperial court by force and achieve their evil goals.

Upon learning this news, Long Bin's resolve to eradicate the Netherworld Cult only strengthened.

He knew that this was a just war concerning the safety of all people.

He must give it his all to achieve victory.

Therefore, Long Bin began to prepare a plan to deal with the Netherworld Cult.

He strengthened the training and equipment of the army, and at the same time recruited a group of capable martial arts masters to assist him.

Through his efforts, a powerful army gradually took shape.

However, just as Long Bin was preparing to launch an attack, an unexpected piece of news put him in a predicament.

A group of elite Netherworld Cult experts silently infiltrated Long Bin's camp, attempting to destroy his command center in one fell swoop.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Long Bin displayed extraordinary composure and decisiveness. He quickly adjusted the tactical deployment, recalling the elite troops originally intended for the main battlefield to deal with this unexpected assassination attempt.

As night fell, the camp was brightly lit, seemingly normal, but undercurrents were swirling. Long Bin personally directed the operation, laying a tight net. He used new media to transmit information through secret passages, making the camp's defenses appear alive and unpredictable.

The battle was about to erupt. The Netherworld Cult's experts moved through the camp like ghosts, but Long Bin had anticipated their moves and set traps at every step. The two sides engaged in a fierce battle. Amidst the flashing swords, Long Bin gradually stabilized the situation with his superior martial arts and wisdom.

However, this was only the first step for the Netherworld Cult; greater challenges lay ahead. Long Bin knew that only by completely destroying the Netherworld Cult's foundation could peace be restored to the world.

Therefore, he decided to take the initiative and lead his army deep into the heart of the Netherworld Cult to launch a decisive battle. Long Bin, clad in silver armor, resembled a war god descended to earth. He held a longsword, its tip gleaming with a cold light, as if capable of severing all darkness in the world.

His eyes revealed boundless determination and domineering power, as if to say, "Netherworld Cult, your end has come!"

With Long Bin's command, thousands of arrows streaked across the night sky like a meteor shower, raining down on the Netherworld Cult experts.

Although those experts had unpredictable movements, they were inevitably caught off guard by such a dense rain of arrows and fell from their horses one after another.

Inside the camp, flames soared into the sky, and shouts of battle were deafening.

Long Bin moved like lightning across the battlefield, each swing of his sword accompanied by the screams and falls of his enemies.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the firelight. Every movement he made was full of power and speed, like information spreading rapidly in the new media era, dazzling the eyes.

Although the experts of the Netherworld Cult were exceptionally fierce, under Long Bin's leadership, the Long family army became even more valiant and tenacious, like a raging storm.

It was filled with breathtaking power and lightning speed, leaving the cultists of the underworld dazzled and overwhelmed.

Although the Netherworld Cult's experts were incredibly fierce, under Long Bin's godlike leadership, the Long family army's warriors were even more courageous and fearless, fighting tenaciously. Their fighting spirit was like a raging fire, burning away all enemies and making the entire battlefield tremble.

Long Bin moved with lightning speed across the battlefield, each swing of his sword accompanied by the screams and falls of his enemies. His sword tip seemed to cleave the boundaries of time and space, each swing unleashing a whirlwind that swept up the surrounding foes, turning them into a bloodbath.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the firelight, a dazzling display. Every movement was full of power and speed, as if he wanted to tear the entire battlefield apart.

Although the experts of the Netherworld Cult were exceptionally fierce, under Long Bin's leadership, the Long family army was like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable.

"Long Bin, today is your death day!" an elder of the Netherworld Sect roared, wielding a gleaming longsword, and charged towards Long Bin. His swordsmanship was sharp and fierce, every move filled with deadly intent.

However, Long Bin merely smiled slightly, shifting his body to the side and easily dodging the attack. His sword tip drew a graceful arc in the air, instantly piercing the elder's chest. The elder's eyes were filled with resentment and despair; he never imagined he would be defeated so quickly.

Seeing this, the experts of the Netherworld Cult roared and charged towards Long Bin. However, Long Bin was like an invincible war god; no matter how fierce the enemies were, they could not get within an inch of him. His swordsmanship was like information dissemination in the new media era—fast and precise, each movement striking the enemy's vitals perfectly.

Under his leadership, the soldiers of the Long Family Army became even more courageous and fearless. Like a pack of tigers descending the mountain, they launched a fierce charge against the enemies of the Netherworld Cult.

Their fighting spirit burned like a raging fire, incinerating all enemies. The entire battlefield was filled with shouts of battle and screams of agony, as if the whole world had fallen into chaos and destruction.

"Kill!" Long Bin roared, his voice booming across the battlefield like thunder. Under his leadership, the Long family army soldiers were like a pack of frenzied beasts, charging recklessly towards the enemy and tearing anything that stood in their way to shreds.

The followers of the Netherworld Cult began to falter; their formation crumbled, and their morale plummeted. However, Long Bin did not let his guard down. He knew that the battle had only just begun, and the real challenges lay ahead.

Just then, a Netherworld Cult expert dressed in black robes suddenly flew out from the crowd and attacked Long Bin. His speed was so fast that he was like a black lightning bolt, making it impossible for anyone to see his figure clearly.

Long Bin snorted coldly, shifted his body to the side, and easily dodged the attack.

However, the strength of this black-robed master should not be underestimated.

As expected, the black-robed expert did not give up and attacked Long Bin again. This time, his attack was even more ferocious and sharp, as if it wanted to tear the entire world apart.

Long Bin took a deep breath and suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the black-robed expert like a whirlwind.