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

Long Yunxi was stunned by the six boys' heroic appearance: Whose children are these? They are all so adorable. How wonderful it would be if they were my children!

The book explains that these six people were the six young masters of the Ning family. After being ordered by the King of the South to receive the King and his entourage in the capital, their grandmaster, the Immortal Elder, instructed them to stay here.

Seeing the old man on the white horse staring at him with his thieving eyes, Ning Wuwei immediately recognized him as the fake king, because he looked exactly like his grandfather, the king.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch, you actually escaped here?" Ning Wuwei raised his double hammers, intending to smash it.

With a loud clang, the sound made everyone's ears ring.

The six young masters of the Ning family came specifically for the fake king, Long Yunxi, and they have been waiting here for a day.

Ning Wuwei, Ning Wuwei, Ning Wuming, Ning Wusheng, Ning Wuyu, and Ning Wulun, the six brothers, raised their double hammers and smashed them together, a sound as powerful as a thunderclap, causing the warhorses of the more than three thousand men under the false king to neigh.

Ning Wuwei shouted with powerful internal force: "Listen up, if you don't pay the toll, you'll lose your lives!"

"Kid, what are you so arrogant about?"

One of Long Yunxi's generals, wielding an eight-pronged plum blossom golden hammer, charged toward Ning Wuwei...

Ning Wuwei snorted coldly: "Overestimating yourself!" He didn't move, but the two hammers in his hands were like two silver lightning bolts, colliding with the general's eight-sided plum blossom golden hammer.

With a loud clang, the general felt a tremendous force, almost dropping the golden hammer from his hand. He was jolted back several steps, his face turning pale.

"Good lad, you've got some skills!" the general roared, swinging his hammer again.

Ning Wuwei did not engage him in a prolonged fight. He dodged the general's attack with a swift movement and retaliated with a hammer blow.

The silver hammer clashed with the golden hammer; after more than ten exchanges, Ning Wuwei unleashed the Ning family's signature hammer technique, "Hammer Throw."

With a single blow, he smashed the brains of an enemy soldier next to him.

"kill!"

The six brothers shouted in unison, like six tigers descending the mountain, and charged into the three thousand enemy soldiers.

Before long, Long Yunxi was shocked. His personal guards were all martial arts masters with extremely high teamwork skills, but they were unexpectedly defeated by six children.

"Quickly, retreat!" Long Yunxi shouted.

However, it was too late to retreat at that point.

The six young masters of the Ning family were like six white whirlwinds, charging left and right among the enemy troops, leaving blood and flesh flying wherever they went.

In a short time, more than half of them were killed or injured.

Long Yunxi's personal guards fought desperately to protect him, trying to break through the encirclement.

However, Ning Wuwei stared intently at Long Yunxi, not giving him any chance to catch his breath.

"You dog, prepare to die!" Ning Wuwei roared, his double hammers, like two small mountains, smashing down on Long Yunxi.

Long Yunxi was terrified. He hurriedly swung his longsword, trying to block Ning Wuwei's attack. However, his longsword was like paper in front of Ning Wuwei's twin hammers, and was instantly smashed to pieces.

"Ah!" Long Yunxi screamed as Ning Wuwei's double hammers struck her in the chest, sending her flying like a kite with a broken string.

"Bang!" Long Yunxi fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood and unable to move.

"Grandpa King, we've caught the fake king!" Ning Wuwei shouted excitedly.

At this moment, the other five members of the Ning family's Six Young Masters had also scattered the enemy troops. They all came to Long Yunxi's side and tied him up tightly with ropes.

"Hmph, you dog, see where you run to!" Ning Wuwei kicked Long Yunxi hard.

Long Yunxi lay on the ground, his eyes filled with fear and despair. He knew his end had come.

"Who...who are you people?" Long Yunxi asked in a trembling voice.

"We, known in the martial arts world as the Six Young Masters of the Ning Family, and the subjects of the King of the South and the King of the One-Shoulder King, are here to capture you, this fake king!" Ning Wuwei said loudly.

“The Prince of the South? How…how did he know I was passing by here?” Long Yunxi asked in surprise.

"Hmph, do you think you've covered your tracks perfectly? Actually, the Southern King suspected your identity a long time ago. He secretly sent people to investigate and finally discovered your flaws. You impersonated the king and usurped the throne; your crimes are heinous!" Ning Wuwei said righteously.

Upon hearing this, Long Yunxi's face turned even paler.

He knew that he could not escape the Southern King's punishment no matter what.

“I…I…” Long Yunxi stammered, unable to speak.

"Take him away!" Ning Wuwei waved his hand, ordering his men to take Long Yunxi away.

By this time, it was getting dark.

The sixth young master of the Ning family escorted Long Yunxi down the mountain path.

They knew they had completed the task assigned to them by the Southern King, and now they had to wait for further instructions from him.

The mountain path was rugged, and the night was hazy. The sixth young master of the Ning family escorted Long Yunxi, making their way through the darkness. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, like a group of mysterious knights.

After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at a cave.

Ning Wuwei instructed his men to keep an eye on Long Yunxi, while he went into the cave and lit a bonfire.

"Let's all rest for a bit and continue our journey when it gets light," Ning Wuwei said.

The six young masters of the Ning family sat around the campfire and began to discuss their next plan.

They knew that although they had captured the fake king, the situation on the Southern King's side was still unclear, and they had to proceed with caution.

"Brother, what do you think the Southern King will do with this fake king?" Ning Wuwei asked.

"It's hard to say, but he certainly won't be let off easily," Ning Wuwei said, shaking his head.

"Hmph, that scoundrel, he murdered the eldest prince, he deserves to die!" Ning Wuming said through gritted teeth.

“That’s right, he deserves to die! But we must also be careful and not let others take advantage of the situation,” Ning Wusheng reminded.

“Yes, we must remain vigilant at all times.” Ning Wuyu and Ning Wuguan nodded in agreement.

As night deepened, the chirping of insects echoed outside the cave. The six young masters of the Ning family sat around the campfire, silently guarding the fake king, Long Yunxi.

They knew their mission was not over yet, and they had to keep going.

As dawn broke, the Sixth Young Master of the Ning family, escorting Long Yunxi, continued their journey. They traversed vast mountains and forests, crossed turbulent rivers, and finally arrived at the Southern King's camp.

The Prince of Nan was overjoyed to see the Sixth Young Master of the Ning Mansion escorting Long Yunxi back.

“Father, we kowtow.” The six brothers knelt down and paid their respects to their adoptive father, Prince Longbin of the South.

"Children, get up quickly. You have captured this fake king and rendered a great service to the country!" the Southern King praised.

Upon hearing this, the sixth young master of the Ning family was filled with pride and joy.

They knew that their efforts had been recognized by the Southern King, which was the greatest encouragement for them.

Next, the Prince of the South began interrogating Long Yunxi.

During the interrogation, Yong Yun-hee confessed to his crimes. He admitted to impersonating the king, murdering the eldest prince, and usurping the throne, and also revealed his accomplices and plans.