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

Only by constantly challenging yourself can you become stronger.

Finally, on a sunny afternoon, they arrived at a mysterious valley. This valley was surrounded by mountains and shrouded in mist, as if it were isolated from the world.

"Is this... the place where the Sword Manual is hidden?" Leng Ning Shuang looked at the valley in front of her, a strange excitement welling up in her heart.

Ning Long nodded, gazing into the depths of the valley, his eyes gleaming with determination: "That's right, this is it. Let's go in."

With a swift movement, the two figures sped away like streaks of light, heading deeper into the valley. They knew that endless challenges and opportunities awaited them ahead.

They believe that as long as there is a sword in one's heart, one can forge ahead without fear.

Deep within the valley lies an ancient cave. This cave is shrouded in a mysterious barrier, making it impossible for ordinary people to discover. However, for Ning Long and Leng Ning Shuang, this barrier is completely ineffective.

They easily passed through the barrier and arrived at the entrance of the cave.

The cave was dark and deep, like an unknown world. The two moved forward cautiously, constantly on guard against the dangers around them.

They knew that countless traps and mechanisms might be hidden here, and one wrong move could lead to utter destruction.

However, it was precisely these dangers that ignited their fighting spirit. They supported each other and moved forward together.

Finally, at the deepest part of the cave, they discovered an ancient altar. On the altar lay an ancient book, the very "Sword Manual" they had been dreaming of.

Ning Long and Leng Ning Shuang exchanged a smile. They knew that at this moment, they had finally succeeded. They carefully picked up the "Sword Manual" and began to peruse it meticulously.

The pages of the book contained a variety of exquisite sword techniques, which were dazzling to behold.

The two studied the sword techniques in the "Sword Manual" with great eagerness, and their sword skills became more refined and powerful as a result.

They knew that this "Sword Manual" was not just a sword technique manual, but also their faith and source of strength, and had become their most precious treasure.

To be precise, the Sword Manual was of no importance to the cultivator Long Bin, but it was a treasure to Leng Ning Shuang.

All of Long Bin's actions were for Leng Ningshuang, which also shows how deeply Long Bin, the Prince of the South, loved his concubine.

After going through countless hardships, the couple finally found the bandits who had ambushed and killed them three months earlier. It turned out that they were bandits from Woniu Ridge, and Wu Hu, the Woshanhu, was the fourth leader of the Woniu Ridge bandit stronghold.

Today, in front of the bandit stronghold at Woniuling, five bandit leaders and a hundred bandits stood in a row, exuding a strong killing intent.

The chief of Woniu Ridge: Golden Leopard Niu Ben, wielding a golden whip, possesses unparalleled bravery;

Zhu Lifeng, the second-in-command, wields an invincible pair of massive axes;

The third leader, Wenquxing Wang Xing, is a genius in both literature and martial arts, but also insidious and cruel.

Fourth in command, Wu Hu, the Mountain Tiger;

The fifth leader, Lu Dilong Fangming, wields two swords that shake the heavens and the earth.

Seeing this, Leng Ningshuang asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, should we summon the guards?"

"Are you scared?" Long Bin laughed.

Leng Ning Shuang solemnly replied, "If you make even the slightest mistake, I deserve to die a thousand deaths."

"A few petty thieves like these can hurt me, Your Majesty?" Long Bin gently embraced his beloved concubine, completely disregarding the bandits opposite him.

"Today, I'll show you bandits the power of the Heavenly Fiend Dragon!"

Long Bin told his wife to hold the line behind him, and then he leaped forward and said in a deep voice, "Are you coming at me all at once, or one by one?"

"Don't be so arrogant, I'll chop you down!" Fifth Chief Fang Ming brandished his twin swords and pounced on him.

Long Bin sidestepped Fang Ming's double sword attack with ease, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Hmph, is that all you've got?"

Seeing his attack miss, Fang Ming roared in anger, his twin swords wielding even more fiercely, like two silver dragons soaring through the air. Long Bin, however, remained calm and composed, his light footwork allowing him to dodge left and right, each time perfectly avoiding Fang Ming's attacks.

"Looks like you won't know your place unless I teach you a lesson!" Long Bin suddenly sprang up like a tiger descending a mountain, throwing a punch at Fang Ming's chest.

Fang Ming was shocked and hurriedly swung his sword to defend himself, but with a loud "bang," he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. He was clearly seriously injured.

"Fifth Brother!" Upon seeing this, the other four leaders roared and rushed towards Long Bin. Long Bin, however, showed no fear. His figure moved like a ghost, weaving among the crowd, his fists whistling through the air, each punch incredibly powerful.

Niu Ben, wielding a golden whip, unleashed a net of whip-like shadows, attempting to trap Long Bin. However, Long Bin nibbled away, dodging the whip's grasp, and simultaneously kicked Niu Ben in the stomach, sending him staggering back several steps.

Zhu Lifeng, wielding his large axe, struck with tremendous force, each blow seemingly aimed at splitting Long Bin in two.

But Long Bin always managed to find a weakness and counterattack at an even faster pace, forcing Zhu Lifeng to retreat repeatedly.

Wenquxing Wang Xing watched coldly from the sidelines, looking for an opportunity to make a move.

He held a calligraphy brush in his hand, seemingly frail, but in reality, the brushstrokes were as sharp as swords, possessing astonishing power. However, Long Bin seemed to see through his thoughts, always anticipating his attacks and neutralizing them before they could land.

Seeing that his three brothers were no match for Long Bin, the fourth leader, Wu Hu, roared and joined the battle.

His punches and kicks were swift and powerful, and he tried to confront Long Bin head-on.

However, Long Bin used gentleness to overcome strength, deflecting Wu Hu's attacks one by one with minimal effort.

In an instant, the valley echoed with the sounds of fierce fighting and the screams of bandits.

Long Bin stood firm like a war god, single-handedly fighting against five leaders and a hundred bandits.

Leng Ning Shuang watched in fear, but she knew Long Bin's strength and believed that he would definitely be able to defeat these bandits.

She gripped her sword tightly, ready to lend a helping hand at any moment.

However, Long Bin did not need her help. He fought with increasing ferocity, his fists, legs, and palms intertwining to form invisible storms. The bandits fell one after another in these storms, their cries of agony rising and falling.

Finally, under Long Bin's fierce offensive, the four leaders were defeated and could only watch helplessly as Long Bin stood like a god of war in the center of the battlefield.

"Is that all you've got?" Long Bin sneered, his voice echoing through the valley like thunder.

Wu Hu, the fourth leader of the gang, was panting heavily. He stared at Long Bin in shock, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. As one of the four leaders of Woniu Ridge, he had never imagined that he would suffer such a crushing defeat.

"Who...who exactly are you?" Wu Hu asked, his voice trembling.