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

Chen Futu had originally intended to use the Sword Saint Experience Card in a critical moment, since that thing was extremely rare and a trump card for saving his life, but now it seems he can't afford to save it.

Chen Futu stood up and looked at the battle, his eyes growing increasingly sinister.

Guan Xing said bitterly, "That is indeed a Grandmaster, extremely difficult to kill. If we really want to kill him, we will probably have to pay a considerable price."

As they were talking, a change occurred in the battle.

Dian Wei's halberd was knocked away, and Qi Wen seized the opportunity, kicking Dian Wei's warhorse in the head and leaping towards Chen Futu again.

"Lord, be careful!"

"Brother, get out of the way!"

Guan Yu and An Jingsi shouted, and then simultaneously threw their weapons to try to stop Qi Wen.

Qi Wen was prepared and moved with the agility of a swallow. He used the two men's weapons in mid-air to gain momentum and became even faster.

Seeing the Grandmaster approaching in a flash, Chen Futu silently put away the Desert Eagle, then drew the Wind Whisper sword and slammed its sheath into the ground.

The night wind at that moment stung people's faces.

"Fine, fine, I guess I owe you."

Guan Xing gritted her teeth and stepped forward to block Chen Futu's path. She was slender, her white robes stained with blood, and glared at Qi Wen, shouting, "Come and fight—"

She shouted this at the top of her lungs, determined to fight for her life.

Chen Futu grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him. "When will I need a woman to shield me from a sword? You'll see."

As they were speaking, Qi Wen arrived, his sword flashing with incredible speed, aimed straight for Chen Futu's throat.

Ding dong!

Two figures suddenly appeared from the side; they were the heavily injured High Wizard and Liu Longyue.

Qi Wen smiled slightly, "You dare to contend with someone so weak and insignificant?"

He swung his sword to deflect the great wizard, then grabbed Liu Longyue by the neck, lifting her into the air as she struggled violently.

"Princess Beiwu, why are you protecting him?"

"It has nothing to do with you..." Liu Longyue's tears fell, her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't even swing her sword.

"If that's the case, then let us become a pair of star-crossed lovers."

Qi Wen thrust his sword toward her lower abdomen. There was no way to avoid this sword. Just as she was about to be pierced through, Feng Yin knocked the Qingping sword away in the next second.

"Old geezers always bully the weak."

"what?"

Qi Wen was startled. Before he could react, Chen Futu kicked him more than ten meters away. He only managed to stop himself by plunging his sword into the ground.

The wilderness was quiet; even the three generals who were about to charge forward stopped their horses, their expressions showing astonishment.

What did they just see?

The Grandmaster was kicked away by the Crown Prince!

This……

Not only were they stunned, but the great wizard was also petrified, his heterochromatic eyes, hidden behind the bronze mask, trembling as if he had seen something terrifying.

The night wind howled, and fallen leaves fluttered in the air.

Chen Futu held Feng Yin upside down, embracing the fallen Liu Longyue with one hand. Looking into her tearful eyes, he said softly, "Knowing you were no match for me, you still came to save me. I really don't know what you were thinking."

"Your Highness, I am incompetent..."

Liu Longyue bit her lip, her whole body trembling violently. The Grandmaster's killing intent had just made her feel as if her soul had been torn apart.

Chen Futu escorted her to Ge Fei's side, then, carrying his sword, walked towards the bewildered Qi Wen, "Grandmaster, do you think you're invincible?"

"Prince Zhenbei, who exactly are you?"

As Qi Wen watched the young man approaching step by step, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. There were only two people in this world who could make him feel fear, but the Prince of Zhenbei was so young that he could not possibly surpass him. However, the power contained in that kick just now was definitely not wrong.

Chen Futu sneered, the tip of his sword hitting the ground with a piercing rustling sound. "Grandmasters are powerful, aren't they? How about a Sword Saint?"

"what?"

Qi Wen's pupils contracted, and the next second, an aura suddenly spread from Chen Futu's body, covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters in an instant, and even the wind became extremely sharp.

"Sword, Sword God?"

Qi Wen was terrified. Before he could react, Chen Futu was in front of him, as if a speeding truck had suddenly braked, and the resulting gust of wind had ruffled his beard and hair.

Their eyes met, and Chen Futu's cold pupils grew even darker as he looked down at his handsome face and flowing hair, elevating his aura to an extreme, like a god looking down on ants.

"What, Grandmaster, are you afraid?" Chen Futu asked indifferently.

Just as Qi Wen was about to answer, Chen Futu suddenly brushed past him.

"Ah-"

A sudden scream ripped through the desolation of the wilderness. Hundreds of sword lights appeared out of nowhere, frantically slicing through Qiwen's body. Qiwen trembled in the light and shadow, blood and flesh flying everywhere, his skin cut beyond recognition.

This scene was too terrifying and horrifying.

The once arrogant grandmaster is now like a wooden statue being cut down by sword shadows, with no possibility of resistance whatsoever.

Liu Longyue and the four women who were observing the stars were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

Is this still the same shameless and dissolute Prince Zhenbei?

His strength had already reached its peak!

An Jingsi and the other two sat motionless on their horses, gripping the reins, completely numb.

The impact of this scene was so great that it completely exceeded their expectations.

The leaves rustled in the wind, but the screams continued.

This was just one sword strike. When the light and shadow disappeared, Qiwen was panting heavily and almost knelt on the ground, his feet covered in blood and fragments of his robes.

With his back to him, Chen Futu said calmly, "Is this all the strength a Grandmaster has? What a waste."

Qiwen turned back to look at the dashing young figure, his expression shifting repeatedly. "Why is this happening... Are you a sword saint? At your age, that's impossible!"

"You killed my soldiers, I will make you pay with your life."

Chen Futu put one hand behind his back and pointed Feng Yin at Qi Wen's brow. "I still have some respect for the strong. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Ding!

[Host detected defeated in battle against a Grandmaster. Please make a choice.]

[1. Choosing to kill without mercy will reward you with ruthless sword intent, which can be upgraded as the host's strength increases.]

[2. Choose to persuade them to surrender, and reward them with steelmaking technology and corresponding equipment suitable for the feudal era]

The system suddenly presented two options.

Chen Futu was caught off guard. To be honest, he wanted to kill Qiwen, but the second reward was really tempting. With steelmaking technology, the equipment in the Northern Frontier would be upgraded, and the military strength would be even stronger.

Facing the oppressive aura of the sword god emanating from Feng Yin, Qi Wen asked in a deep voice, "Does the young master truly intend to kill me?"

“When I returned from the capital, you killed one of my scouts. Do you think you can just kill my soldiers like that? Do you know that I slaughtered tens of thousands of Dragon Barbarians in the Western Regions?” Chen Futu replied coldly.

“I have long heard of the Crown Prince’s achievements in the Western Regions. I once swore an oath in the Peach Blossom Forest that if anyone could defeat me, I would pledge my allegiance to them.”

"Hmph, are you sure you're not just making this up to fool me because you're afraid of dying?"

“If Your Highness wishes to kill me, then so be it. I have no complaints about dying at the hands of the Sword Saint. It is only a pity that I cannot witness the mysteries of the Sword God.”

Qiwen closed his eyes and accepted his death with equanimity.