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

While the Silver Armor Army was resting, Ying Ziqing, led by Bai Yifei, arrived at several prison carts.

Bai Yifei bowed slightly and said respectfully:

"General, these are the remnants of the Baiyue people that I have captured in recent years."

Ying Ziqing looked up.

The towering Wushuang Ghost, the Corpse-Driving Demon shrouded in black cloth, the withered-faced Hundred Poison King, and the Crimson-Eyebrowed Dragon-Snake entwined by iron chains, along with the deposed Crown Prince Tianze.

Ying Ziqing arrived in front of Tianze's prison cart, her crimson-gold pupils indifferently scrutinizing him.

Meanwhile, Tianze was secretly observing the mysterious man before him who could make Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei bow down.

"Former Crown Prince of Baiyue, I have heard that Baiyue once hid a treasure trove for the restoration of the kingdom, and only you know its exact location. Why don't you tell me about it?" Ying Ziqing's cold tone carried a hint of mockery.

Tianze's face showed a look of surprise.

Looking at Ying Ziqing in disbelief, he realized that only Ying Ziqing knew about the treasures the late king had hidden to restore the kingdom. Even the Blood-Clad Marquis, who had imprisoned him for ten years, did not know this. So how did this mysterious person find out?

Of course, Ying Ziqing wouldn't tell him that he knew all of this from reading the original work in his previous life.

A sense of fear rose in his heart, and he lowered his head, remaining silent in the face of Ying Ziqing's words.

Looking at the silent Tianze, Ying Ziqing shook her head, her hoarse voice carrying a chilling undertone:

"It seems the Crown Prince doesn't know what kind of person I am... People can die if I'm in a bad mood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Ziqing clenched his right hand suddenly.

The power of heaven and earth erupted towards the peerless ghost trapped in the cage beside Tianze.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The immense power caused the towering body of the Peerless Ghost to crackle and pop, its face and form gradually twisting and deforming under the pressure of the power of heaven and earth.

Then, with a sudden squeeze, the tall, hard body of the Peerless Ghost turned into a pile of minced meat—no, a bloody pulp—and the cage itself turned into a pile of iron filings.

Tiny specks of minced meat splattered onto Tianze's face. Seeing this scene, even Tianze, who had killed countless people, couldn't help but feel a chill. Moreover, how could someone turn into minced meat with just a pinch of their right hand? Was this really the power that a martial artist could possess?

Tianze, who prides himself on being cruel, has encountered someone even more ruthless than himself.

Ying Ziqing pressed down on the corpse-driving demon on the other side with another palm strike.

With a deafening roar, it was as if an invisible giant hand had crashed down from the sky.

The next second, the Corpse-Driving Demon was in a similar, or even worse, state as the Peerless Ghost.

The scattered pieces of flesh and blood were mixed in with the soil, finally returning to the embrace of the earth.

Before Ying Ziqing could turn her hand towards Tianze, Tianze hurriedly said:

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! The treasure for restoring the kingdom lies beneath the Baiyue royal palace, and only I can take you there..."

Before Tianze could finish speaking, Ying Ziqing pressed down with another palm strike.

Tianze has also returned to the embrace of the earth...

Ying Ziqing casually patted his robe and armor. Now that he knew the location, Tianze was no longer of any use. Besides, because of Yan Lingji, Ying Ziqing had never intended to let Tianze go anyway.

As for the treasure of the restored kingdom, having it would be a bonus, but not having it wouldn't be a loss.

Ying Ziqing walked forward calmly, while Bai Yifei, looking at the mess on the ground, nervously swallowed and followed closely behind Ying Ziqing.

After Ying Ziqing left, the Hundred Poison King, who was still in the last remaining cage, breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed into the cage.

"I'm so lucky to have survived..."

The next second, the body of the Hundred Poison King exploded.

Sure enough, we were too happy too soon.

The soldiers responsible for guarding the Baiyue assassin group fell silent as they looked at the corpses scattered on the ground...

General's Mansion,

Ji Wuye stared at Mo Ya with an unfriendly expression and said in a deep voice, "Is that what Bai Yifei said?"

Mo Ya lowered his head and said:

“That’s right, General. Bai Yifei brought 30,000 silver-armored soldiers and invited you to his camp for a chat. There might be something wrong with him, General.”

Ji Wuye slammed his hand heavily on the armrest of the chair, and the armrest shattered into pieces on the floor.

"Hmph! Everything Bai Yifei has is given to him by this general. Without this general and Nightfall, he is nothing!"

This general is going to see what Bai Yifei is up to.

Mo Ya said in a deep voice, "General, then I will go and summon the Hundred Birds Assassins and inform the city's defense commander."

Ji Wuye looked at Mo Ya with a look of satisfaction. Mo Ya understood him best, and had completed the missions well. He needed to train him properly.

"Hmm, go down. In a while, I will give you the title of General of the Four Directions."

"Thank you, General. I, Mo Ya, will serve you faithfully without hesitation!"

He then bowed and took his leave. As he walked out of the general's mansion, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Mo Ya's face.

Thinking of the hereditary marquisate promised to him by the commander-in-chief, he felt a surge of excitement.

Half a day later,

Thirty thousand silver-armored soldiers finally arrived outside Xinzheng City.

The silver-armored army did not enter the city, but instead set up camp five miles outside the city.

After all, the city's garrison numbered only 20,000, and King Han and Ji Wuye would never allow him to enter the city.

The city gates slowly opened.

Ji Wuye, clad in battle armor, arrived at the Silver Armor Army camp with dozens of elite assassins from the Hundred Birds Army.

Looking at the large number of silver-armored soldiers, Ji Wuye's face was extremely ugly. Bai Yifei actually disobeyed his orders and brought 30,000 silver-armored soldiers to Xinzheng.

He did not immediately launch an attack, but planned to confront Bai Yifei face to face later.

Ji Wuye and Mo Ya entered the tent.

Upon seeing Bai Yifei sitting in the main seat, Ji Wuye angrily rebuked, "Bai Yifei! What do you mean?"

Bai Yifei's handsome face remained calm as he poured wine into the goblet and said in a casual tone:

"General, please don't be offended. I've heard that the mysterious man previously slaughtered everyone in your mansion."

"I was concerned for the General's safety, so I brought an extra 20,000 troops."

Hearing the veiled sarcasm in Bai Yifei's words, Ji Wuye glared angrily at Bai Yifei.

"Bai Yifei, you don't need to worry about my safety. I am the master of the night!"

Then, a figure slowly emerged from behind the screen, and the hoarse voice that had once filled Ji Wuye with dread rang out:

"It won't be like that for long."

Ji Wuye stared at the scarlet mask that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The anger on his face vanished abruptly, replaced by a deep look of fear.

"You, it's you! How did you get here?!"

He watched incredulously as Bai Yifei rose and stood respectfully to the side, while the notorious commander who haunted his nightmares sat calmly in the main seat.

"Bai Yifei, you actually betrayed this general!"

Ji Wuye retreated while gritting his teeth and saying this.

Suddenly, a poisoned short sword pierced Ji Wuye's waist!