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

Half an hour later, there were no more Macedonian soldiers left alive at the city gate and on the city wall. All the Ironclad heavy cavalry were lined up on both sides of the street. Ying Ziqing, holding Xiaomeng in his arms, rode a red-brown warhorse towards the inner city.

At that moment, the sunlight shone upon him, as if draping him in a golden glow. His gaze was resolute and cold, like a war god descended to earth. Every step he took carried unparalleled confidence and majesty, making everyone in awe.

At this moment, the commander of this Iron Pagoda unit rode up to Ying Ziqing's side and rear, his face showing respect, and said in a deep voice: "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, except for the inner city of Loulan which is under blockade, the enemy forces in the rest of the area have been completely wiped out!"

Ying Ziqing nodded slightly, gave the commander an approving look, and said, "Well done. Now, lead a thousand Ironclad Cavalry with me to the inner city, and the rest of you will remain in the city on guard and await orders."

"Yes, sir!" the commander replied, clasping his hands in a fist salute, before turning and leaving.

Soon, a thousand Ironclad heavy cavalrymen followed Ying Ziqing toward the inner city. The sound of their hooves was as loud as thunder, shaking the ground slightly.

On the inner city wall, dozens of figures shrouded in platinum robes stood atop the wall, behind which stood thousands of golden warriors clad in golden armor. This thousand-strong golden legion and these dozens of priests were the last remaining fighting force of Loulan City.

Before everyone stood a woman with a gentle appearance, a voluptuous and tall figure shrouded in black gauze, appearing and disappearing in the shadows. She wore a white and gold cloak and exuded an air of elegance and nobility.

She is the ruler of the entire city of Loulan, the High Priest of Loulan.

The high priest held the staff symbolizing the highest power in Loulan, his exquisite face solemn as he gazed down at the black torrent slowly approaching in the distance.

The Macedonian soldiers had already demonstrated the terrifying power of this black-armored heavy cavalry, and she didn't think that the thousand golden warriors behind her could stop them.

Moreover, the man at the very front wearing a scarlet mask actually instilled a sense of fear in her, a powerful Grandmaster.

Seeing the approaching black-armored heavy cavalry, the high priest suppressed the gravity in his heart and solemnly spoke, amplifying his inner strength:

"People of the Central Plains, we Loulan have always advocated for national peace and prosperity. We never expected that we would suddenly encounter such a change today. If you stop here and give up, we Loulan are willing to offer gold and silver treasures as a token of our gratitude."

If you insist on attacking, then even if it costs us our lives, we will tear a piece of flesh from you, and in the end you will get nothing.”

Ying Ziqing looked up at the high priest standing tall in the inner city, a slight smile playing on her lips hidden beneath her mask.

"You... dare to challenge me?"

Ying Ziqing reached out and drew the Dragon Sky Sword from his waist, flinging it high into the air. The Dragon Sky Sword traced an arc in the air before hovering steadily in mid-air.

Suddenly, golden sword shadows separated from the Dragon Sky Sword, shining brightly like shooting stars. In an instant, hundreds of Dragon Sky Sword shadows rushed towards the golden warriors on the city wall like lightning.

These golden warriors were renowned as the most elite fighters in Loulan City, but faced with such a swift attack, they had no time to react. In the blink of an eye, these golden sword shadows pierced their chests like a storm of wind.

Blood gushed out, staining the city walls crimson. Those once invincible golden warriors fell one after another in pools of blood, their lives vanishing in an instant.

The entire scene was deathly silent; his sword strike had shocked everyone.

The high priestess wanted to intervene, but she could sense the Dragon Sky Sword locked onto her from above, and a strong sense of crisis flashed through her mind.

She had a premonition that if she made a move, she would be pierced through by this ancient and majestic longsword in the next instant.

Therefore, she ultimately refrained from taking action.

"Enough! We, Loulan, are willing to submit..."

Ying Ziqing raised his hand, and the Dragon Sky Sword, which had been floating in the air, returned to his grasp. He sheathed the sword and said with a low, hoarse laugh:

"That's the smart choice...heh..."

Ying Ziqing leaped into the air, and in the next instant, he appeared beside the High Priestess. He placed one hand on the High Priestess's shoulder, which was covered by a black veil, and slowly stroked upwards until he touched her slender and fair neck.

Faced with Ying Ziqing's presumptuous and frivolous behavior, the High Priest did not react at all. This was because the moment Ying Ziqing appeared beside the High Priest, a terrifying and domineering aura enveloped the people still standing on the inner city wall, suppressing them so that they could not move an inch.

"You know what... I hate looking up at people, but you do have some looks. If you become my servant, I'll consider sparing your life."

What do you think...?

Ying Ziqing slightly loosened her control over the High Priest, who nodded in fear.

Seeing the fear in the High Priest's beautiful eyes, Ying Ziqing smiled slightly and released her control over the crowd.

He then slipped his large hand inside the high priestess's white-gold robe and embraced her soft, boneless waist.

"Alright, have your men open the city gates, and we'll go check out the secret treasures left behind by the demon god Chi You..."

The high priest sighed softly.

"Do as he says... Commander, please come with me."

Ying Ziqing followed the high priest through the layers of palaces, and the two figures gradually disappeared at the end of the dark and deep corridor.

They climbed flight of stairs, circled corners, and finally arrived at the deepest part of the palace. A mysterious atmosphere permeated the place, as if time itself had stood still.

With the sound of gears turning, a steel gate slowly opened, emitting a dull thud.

Behind the door was darkness, but when light shone in, a huge, ferocious bronze beast could be seen.

Its body is enormous, its shape is bizarre, and it exudes power and majesty.

As Ying Ziqing and the High Priest entered the room, their eyes were immediately drawn to the bronze behemoth.

Its exterior is covered with intricate textures and patterns, giving it an ancient and mysterious feel. And on the disc in front of the behemoth, there is a bewitching longsword that constantly emits black energy, its blade gleaming with an eerie light that sends chills down one's spine.

This sword seemed to contain endless evil power, and the surrounding air became heavy because of its presence.

Ying Ziqing's lips curled up slightly.

"Ha, the Demon God of War, the Chi You Sword..."