In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

"Hmph, a mere trifle."

Ying Ziqing stretched out her left hand and opened it slightly. A surge of powerful and turbulent internal energy erupted, instantly causing the chains to fly backward.

Suddenly, a dark golden chain appeared on each of the left and right sides, like a slithering venomous snake, silently approaching Ying Ziqing from behind.

The trap the Grand Elder just set off was merely a bait; the real Dragon-Binding Golden Lock is yet to come.

Just as the chains were about to entangle Ying Ziqing, a cold glint suddenly flashed in the night.

With a crisp sound, the chain, forged from extraterrestrial meteorite iron and crafted using the Mo family's mechanical techniques, was severed.

Ying Ziqing's fingertips traced across the ancient and majestic Longxiao Sword.

"As I said, this is but a trivial skill. Gentlemen, you might as well die with dignity."

As soon as Ying Ziqing finished speaking, her agile body instantly sprang forward, heading straight for the Mo family's Grand Elder in the middle.

Seeing this, the elder gritted his teeth and just pulled out something that looked like a Luban lock from his pocket when he saw a flash of cold light in front of him.

The next second, a head flew high into the air, its face still frozen in shock and fear.

Sometimes battles are that simple. Facing an elder who was only in the mid-stage of the True Spirit Realm, Ying Ziqing only needed to move, draw her sword, and sheath it.

The Second Elder and Third Elder, both at the early stage of True Spirit, exchanged a glance and then fled in different directions.

Given their combined speed at full power, Ying Ziqing couldn't catch up with both of them at the same time, and one of them would eventually escape.

The plan was well-thought-out, but the dead people the Bad Commander spoke of were destined not to see the sun rise tomorrow.

Ying Ziqing pointed the Dragon Sky Sword in her hand towards the sky and softly uttered two words:

"God's punishment."

The two, who had already moved dozens of meters away, breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the villainous commander was not chasing them. Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded above the sea of ​​clouds.

Two thick, dark golden bolts of lightning, as thick as buckets, rushed towards the two like roaring golden dragons, instantly engulfing their bodies.

The Wei army, already on edge on the city wall, saw their martial arts master easily killed by the enemy, who could even summon lightning, a symbol of divine punishment. Did this mean the enemy had received divine favor? And the ignorant soldiers couldn't help but begin to doubt whether they represented justice.

Ying Ziqing's eyes were as calm as an ancient well as he leisurely walked towards the tall and heavy city gate.

The commander on the city wall seemed to realize something and hurriedly shouted to the archers on the wall:

"Fire! Fire arrows now! We can't let him get near the city gate!!"

However, the soldiers holding bows and arrows hesitated one by one. The other party was a person favored by the heavens, and they were all worried that their rash actions would anger the heavens and bring down divine punishment with thunderbolts.

Seeing the hesitant soldiers, the commander was so angry that he drew his sword and beheaded the soldier closest to him.

He roared, "Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!"

Forced by the tyranny of the defending general, the archers had no choice but to fire arrows at Ying Ziqing below the city wall. When thousands of arrows fell at once, Ying Ziqing did not make any move, but simply walked leisurely towards the city gate.

When arrows entered within seven feet of him, they were all shattered by an invisible force.

Amidst a hail of arrows, Ying Ziqing strolled leisurely, carrying the ancient Longxiao sword.

At the city gate, Ying Ziqing stopped, and her right hand, which had been loosely gripping the hilt of her sword, quietly clenched into a fist.

A brilliant golden light, as if about to emerge from a cocoon, shone on the originally dark silver sword. The golden dragon coiled at the hilt seemed to come alive. With Long Xiao's sudden thrust, the yang energy accumulated in Ying Ziqing's body surged out through the longsword.

A colossal golden dragon smashed through the heavy city gate that had stood for decades, and the army behind it was not spared either. The golden dragon seemed to be surrounded by extremely sharp sword energy. As the golden dragon swept past, the soldiers guarding the city gate were all cut to pieces by the sweeping sword energy.

The golden dragon, its power undiminished, soared into the clouds above Daliang City. Its deafening roar echoed through the heavens, like a dragon's cry echoing across the nine heavens. Accompanied by another mournful dragon's cry, it gradually dissipated. At this moment, every Wei citizen felt as if something was missing from their heart.

At that moment, a ray of dawn spread across the horizon.

As Ying Ziqing carried the Dragon Blade to the Great Liang Palace, his hoarse and authoritative voice resounded in everyone's ears:

"The State of Wei is doomed..."

The mechanical giant lion leaped up from beneath the city wall and used its incredibly sharp claws to climb up the wall.

Fifty thousand cavalrymen surged into the city gates like a tidal wave, slaughtering the soldiers who were still in disarray.

Under the fierce attack of fifty mechanical giant lions, the Wei army guarding the city wall had long lost the courage to resist. Once the Han army climbed the city wall, they quickly brought the situation under control.

The so-called 300,000 Wei troops collapsed in an instant.

Amidst the fighting and screams, Ying Ziqing strolled leisurely toward the royal palace.

—Divider—— Hearing the increasingly close shouts of battle, King Wei Jia slumped weakly onto his exquisitely carved throne.

The eunuch standing nearby looked anxious and advised:

"Your Majesty, let's leave through the side gate. As long as we survive, you can reclaim Daliang one day."

Wei Jia gave a pale smile. "Ha, the State of Wei is so vast, where can I possibly escape to? Go ahead and see if you can escape or not, that's up to fate."

Wei Jia staggered to his feet and walked out of the main hall. Looking at the city walls shrouded in war in the distance, Wei Jia felt a mix of emotions.

Fear, regret, remorse...

Perhaps he really wasn't suited to be a king...

Our ancestors built a dynasty that has lasted for centuries, but now it has been completely destroyed by his hands.

Watching the black-clad soldiers pouring in through the palace gates, Wei smiled knowingly and jumped off the high platform...

This once-dominant nation has perished...

After a while,

Ying Ziqing, who had come with his hands behind his back, looked at Wei Jia's mangled corpse.

"He does have some backbone."

He then entered the main hall, which symbolized the royal power of the Wei Kingdom.

That exquisitely carved and magnificent throne has now changed hands.

Ying Ziqing sat on it with her legs crossed, and slowly removed the nail polish from her face.

He stroked the jade seal, a symbol of supreme royal power, placed next to the throne.

With a slight exertion, Ying Ziqing turned the jade seal into dust in her hand.

At this moment, the system emitted a mechanical beeping sound:

"You have destroyed the Wei Kingdom, and are rewarded with ten fishing attempts..."

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