After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

"Can you withstand this blow from Guan?"

Guan Yu raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, suddenly opening his phoenix eyes, his sharp killing intent surging forth. Qi Wen was startled when he noticed this, exclaiming, "His sword technique has reached its peak? How could this be!"

As a highly revered martial saint in the original world, Guan Yu's Spring and Autumn Blade Technique was unparalleled. Although his own strength may only be at the peak of the Innate Realm, his blade intent came from the Spring and Autumn Period, which must have been terrifying.

Guan Yu, dragging his sword, stepped forward and shouted, "Sir, I, Guan, have come to take your head—"

"Boom!"

With the Red Hare's blessing, this strike was truly earth-shattering.

With a single stroke, everyone seemed to see their great-grandmother.

Qi Wen was slashed so hard that his longsword almost slipped from his hand. He then quickly retreated to escape the encirclement of the three generals. An Jingsi would not give him the chance. Yu Wangshuo continued to follow, and with the speed boost from Hong Shou, Shuo Ying followed closely.

This battle opened everyone's eyes to a whole new world.

The three generals fought fiercely against the Grandmaster, and for a moment only the sound of metal clashing could be heard, but the weapons could not be seen.

The Grand Wizard exclaimed in astonishment, "The strength of the Northern Frontier is terrifying! Three generals can fight against a Grandmaster..."

Liu Longyue was also shocked.

Every coin has two sides; Guan Yu and An Jingsi each have their own strengths. Dian Wei is no less capable than them, wielding his double halberds like wheels of fire, his impenetrable attacks buying Guan Yu and An Jingsi time to launch more lethal attacks.

The three worked together seamlessly, and for a time Qiwen was unable to retaliate and could only passively defend himself.

Guan Xing muttered to Chen Futu, "Young Master, I think this Grandmaster still has some strength left. What if he breaks away from the battle and attacks?"

Now that the three generals have all gone, the Grandmaster is avoiding them to kill the Crown Prince, and no one can stop him.

Chen Futu raised an eyebrow and said, "Isn't this you? Don't tell me you're afraid of fighting."

"I am not a combatant; I am only skilled in intelligence gathering and espionage," Guan Xing replied strangely.

Chen Futu was immediately speechless. No wonder she only had a 10% favorability rating; she was too cunning.

When faced with an invincible opponent, they want to run away.

She wasn't this cowardly when fighting Bi Xie Nu before. Or was she just trying to escalate the conflict between them and make sure she wouldn't die at Bi Xie Nu's hands, which is why she made her move?

While she was pondering, Liu Longyue helped the great wizard back.

Chen Futu tossed her a bottle of white medicine, saying, "Help the Grand Wizard heal. The outcome of today's battle is still uncertain, so everyone should prepare for the worst."

Liu Longyue accepted the white medicine and thanked him in a low voice, "It is I who have implicated you, Your Highness. If you are no match for me, Your Highness may flee for your life, and I will gladly risk my life to cover your retreat."

"Now is not the time for you to pledge your loyalty. If that Grandmaster really attacks and you are needed to shield him, I will not be polite to you."

"Here..."

Liu Longyue bit her lip and helped the great wizard to apply medicine under a tree.

Chen Futu took the opportunity to glance at Liu Longyue's favorability rating and almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Her favorability rating had decreased again. It was -50 before, and now it was -100, all because she was asked to take the sword for her!

"System, what's going on? Can we still increase this woman's favorability? If not, just let her die already!"

Chen Futu cursed in annoyance.

If someone dislikes the host, and the host makes them take the sword, the person will only become more resentful and resistant.

[The prerequisite for increasing favorability is to do something that moves the other person. If her favorability is high enough, she will willingly sacrifice herself for the host without the host even having to ask.]

Chen Futu muttered sullenly, "It's just acting, I'm a pro at that."

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The battle intensified in the distance.

The three generals, working together, were barely evenly matched with Qi Wen. The opponent also realized that the three generals were not weak when they joined forces, and at a certain moment, he suddenly broke away from the battle and turned into a blue afterimage, heading straight for Chen Fu to slaughter.

Chen Futu's face darkened, and he decisively drew his Desert Eagle. Before he could fire, Guan Xing, who had been somewhat timid, and Ge Fei suddenly charged forward with their swords drawn.

The two women abandoned their warhorses and fought together from the left and right.

Seeing this, Qi Wen casually swept his sword energy across, and the two women screamed and flew out, their blood splattering in the sky.

"You old bastard, I'll send you on your way!"

Chen Futu was furious and decisively opened fire.

With three deafening roars, Qiwen was caught off guard and hit by the first bullet, which pierced his shoulder. He then deflected the next two bullets with his sword energy.

He staggered back, staring at the bloody hole in his shoulder, then at the Desert Eagle in Chen Futu's hand, his eyes widening in astonishment. "What is that...?"

"Technology and ruthless skills, otherwise why do you think I, the young master, would dare to come looking for you?"

Chen Futu swung his Desert Eagle, glancing at Guan Xing and Ge Fei out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately, the two women had blocked the sweeping qi with their swords at the last moment, otherwise they would have been cut in half at the waist. They only suffered internal injuries, while Ge Fei's injuries were relatively more serious.

This is the huge gap in strength.

The claim that Guan Xing is at the peak of the Innate Realm is somewhat exaggerated; his actual strength is far inferior to that of Guan Yu and Dian Wei. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been unable to withstand a single move from a Grandmaster.

"You dare to harm my sworn brother? Prepare to die!"

An Jingsi and his two companions rode back, but the distance was still relatively far, and it seemed too late to provide assistance.

Qi Wen stopped wasting words and once again swung his sword at Chen Futu. He knew very well that killing Chen Futu would end the matter, and he had already noticed that strange weapon. As long as he was on guard, he would not be able to hurt him again.

"A gun is fast from seven paces away, and accurate and fast within seven paces! Come on, Old Deng!"

Bang bang bang!

Chen Futu gripped the Desert Eagle and fired continuously, unleashing more than ten bullets in a row, forcing Qi Wen to dodge and preventing him from getting close.

This is the power of technology.

The premise is that Chen Futu is currently at the peak of the ninth rank and his eyesight is good enough to barely catch the opponent's movement. Otherwise, an ordinary person wielding a Desert Eagle would be killed instantly by the opponent using a similar movement technique called Shrinking the Earth to an Inch.

Having bought themselves a few moments, An Jingsi, Guan Yu, and the other two arrived and surrounded Qi Wen once again.

The three men were seething with anger, so this time they simply rode their horses around Qiwen and attacked him relentlessly. Qiwen was caught in the middle and it made him grit his teeth in hatred.

He is probably the first grandmaster in history to feel so frustrated.

Chen Futu didn't stop, firing a few more shots in the meantime. Qiwen narrowly deflected the bullets with his sword, but he was in excruciating pain. Most of his attention was focused on Chen Futu's gun barrel, and in a moment of distraction, he fell into the rhythm of the three's attack and could only passively retaliate.

Seeing that the situation had temporarily stabilized, Chen Futu quickly stepped forward to check on Ge Fei and Guan Xing's injuries.

Guan Xing tapped the ground with her sword, panting, "Your Highness, rest assured, I am unharmed."

Her face was even paler, her blood-stained veil had long since fallen to the ground, and Ge Fei was already in a semi-conscious state.

Chen Futu held her in his arms and whispered her name. Ge Fei weakly replied, "It's good that the young master is safe..."

“Princess, I have felt your sincerity.”

Upon hearing the word "princess," Consort Ge immediately smiled, revealing a poignant and beautiful expression.

Chen Futu tenderly led her aside to rest, then said gloomily to Guan Xing, "You don't need to do anything. I'll deal with that old guy myself."