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

In that instant, it seemed as if the entire world was enveloped by a massive, blood-red blade of light.

The blade of light was like the wrath of a demon god from the deepest hell, carrying endless killing intent and destructive power, and slashed down fiercely at the impregnable, thick city wall of the Mechanized City with the force of a thunderbolt!

Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted, like the simultaneous roar of thousands of ancient beasts, deafening and terrifying!

Amidst this terrifying roar, the incredibly sturdy city walls of the Mechanical City, weathered by countless years, could not withstand the power of this strike and were cleaved open with a shocking gap!

As huge stones crumbled and fell from the city wall, producing a series of dull, heavy impacts, the breach continued to widen.

The once impenetrable city wall is now like a tattered piece of paper, mercilessly torn apart, revealing its intricate structure and defensive facilities.

Thick clouds of smoke billowed into the sky, filling the air and shrouding the entire mechanical city in a hazy, chaotic mist.

The screams of countless Mohist disciples rose and fell like a raging storm, echoing throughout the entire battlefield.

These piercing cries sounded like wails from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

At the same time, along with the screams of the Mo family disciples, there was the sound of eight hundred Great Snow Dragon Riders drawing their swords in unison, deafeningly, and the roar of their iron hooves pounding the ground!

The Snow Dragon Cavalry, their entire bodies completely shrouded in thick, sturdy steel armor that gleamed with a cold, sharp light, resembled terrifying messengers charging out from the depths of purgatory.

Each of them exuded boundless killing intent and the aura of death. They brandished incomparably sharp longswords and rode magnificent warhorses, sweeping towards the Mo family disciples with overwhelming force, mercilessly reaping one fresh life after another!

On this hazy battlefield filled with billowing dust, the Mohist disciples who had just witnessed that earth-shattering strike were already terrified and had lost all courage.

At this moment, how could they possibly muster even the slightest courage to resist? The vast majority of them only thought about escaping this terrible place as quickly as possible, so they scattered and fled in all directions.

However, their desperate escape did not bring them any hope of survival; on the contrary, it became a death knell that hastened their demise.

One by one, the Great Snow Dragon Riders moved through the crowd like ghosts, their Hundred-Forged Qin Swords drawing cold arcs in the air, slashing mercilessly at the Mo Family disciples with a sharp whistling sound.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, severed limbs flew everywhere, and corpses crashed to the ground.

At this moment, the battlefield is filled with all sorts of sounds:

There were screams of terror from Mohist disciples, desperate pleas for mercy, and the cold, merciless roars of the Snow Dragon Riders…

The various sounds intertwined and mingled together, forming a terrifying symphony filled with bloodshed and slaughter.

Ying Ziqing's face was calm and composed. One hand rested steadily on the hilt of the Dragon Sky Sword at her waist, which gleamed with a cold light. She stepped into the city wall, which was already stained crimson with blood and filled with ruins and broken mechanisms.

He was the instigator of this bloody massacre. However, faced with the horrific scene filled with the aura of death and the endless screams, Ying Ziqing's heart remained unmoved, as if none of it concerned him.

He kept his eyes straight ahead and steadily walked towards the depths of the mechanical city.

Just then, four figures suddenly appeared like ghosts, standing side by side and blocking Ying Ziqing's path.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be four innate masters from the Mohist school. Each of them had a solemn expression on their face, but their eyes revealed a hint of determination.

The four men gripped the most advanced mechanical weapons of the Mohist school, their blades gleaming with a cold light, seemingly ready to drink the blood of their enemies at any moment.

However, Ying Ziqing did not even stop walking.

He merely raised his head slightly and glanced at them indifferently with his scarlet eyes, which looked as if they were formed from blood.

In that instant, a chilling scene unfolded—with a loud bang, the four Mo family's innate experts were struck as if by an irresistible and terrifying force, their bodies instantly exploding into thick clouds of blood mist that dispersed into the air.

In Ying Ziqing's eyes, they were nothing more than insignificant ants that could be easily crushed.

Since the last time several highly respected elders of the Mohist school, along with the leader, were killed by Ying Ziqing, the Mohist school's high-end combat power has plummeted, suffering heavy losses.

Currently, the Mo family has only two Grandmaster-level experts left...

Master Ban and Master Xu arrived together and stood in front of Ying Ziqing, who was continuously slaughtering Mohist disciples.

Master Ban's aged face held a pleading expression.

"Young friend, the Mo family went astray under the leadership of the Six-Fingered Black Knight. I beg you to give the Mo family a chance to submit to the Qin Dynasty..."

Ying Ziqing smiled disdainfully and said coldly:

"Ha, now that my Great Qin cavalry has stormed into the city, the Mo family has finally offered to surrender. I will not agree, nor will the armored soldiers of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry."

Today marks the day your Mohist school disappears from history!

Master Ban looked at the Mohist disciples being slaughtered all around him and sighed deeply.

Xu Fuzi, the sword master of the Mo family beside him, slowly drew his long sword from his waist.

As Master Xu slowly drew his long sword, Ying Ziqing revealed a smile on her face, which was hidden beneath her armor.

"Drawing your sword at me, that's quite courageous..."

The next second, Ying Ziqing appeared behind Master Xu and Master Ban.

With his back to the two people, in the next instant, streaks of scarlet blade light flashed behind Ying Ziqing.

Master Ban and Master Xu vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a scene of utter carnage...

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