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

Ying Ziqing took the lead, wielding the Dragon Blade in his hand, unleashing streaks of cold, sharp sword energy, each capable of taking the lives of dozens of Xiongnu cavalrymen.

The mythical beast beneath him used its incredibly sharp horn and claws to smash through one Xiongnu cavalryman after another.

Its gaping maw devoured one Xiongnu wolf soldier after another, while the Xiongnu cavalry's scimitars could not inflict the slightest damage on the Xie Zhi.

On the battlefield, this man and beast were like mad reapers, slaughtering and reaping the lives and souls of the Xiongnu people.

With a long roar, hundreds of warhorses in front of him collapsed and died, their livers and gallbladders shattered.

The Xiongnu cavalry formation was immediately disrupted, and then the Iron Pagoda, which was like a war machine, was overwhelmed. The two thousand Bad Guys experts then finished off the remaining enemies.

Meanwhile, the Dragon Cavalry and the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry charged towards the wolf soldiers who were closing in from both sides.

The White Horse Cavalry, on the other hand, relied on their superior mobility to continuously conduct guerrilla warfare.

Each white-tailed arrow pierced the skulls or hearts of the Xiongnu cavalrymen with deadly accuracy.

The Right Wise King, surrounded by Xiongnu cavalry, looked at the 30,000 elite cavalrymen who seemed to be rampaging through his 100,000-strong army.

His gaze was filled with solemnity. Looking at the scene before him, he seemed to see a hungry wolf on the grassland suddenly attacking and slaughtering a flock of sheep.

For some reason, even though his own army outnumbered the enemy's three to one, he still had a gut feeling that he would lose.

Having spent decades navigating the harsh conditions of the grasslands, he had relied on this inexplicable intuition to escape one calamity after another.

After only a moment's hesitation, he summoned his eldest son and ordered him to lead ten thousand Xiongnu cavalrymen away from the battlefield and return to the territory belonging to the Right Wise King.

Although the eldest son did not understand, he still obeyed his father's decree.

He led 10,000 Xiongnu cavalrymen and quietly withdrew from the battlefield.

On this battlefield where hundreds of thousands of troops clashed, the escape of ten thousand cavalrymen seemed insignificant.

On the other side, Ying Ziqing led the Iron Pagoda to fight head-on against a total of 200,000 Xiongnu wolf soldiers, tearing open one gap after another in the tide of enemies.

However, a steady stream of Xiongnu cavalry continued to surge forward, slowing down the Iron Pagoda's advance.

Ying Ziqing knew that once the Iron Pagodas stopped charging, the fighting power of this invincible heavy cavalry would be halved.

His vast internal energy surged, and he leaped from the back of the Xie Zhi, pointing his Dragon Sky Sword at the hundreds of thousands of Xiongnu cavalrymen ahead. At the same time, a huge golden phantom seemed to appear behind him.

The giant sword in the phantom's hand was also aimed at that same team.

The Great Shaman, hidden among the army, stared at the enormous golden phantom behind Ying Ziqing, his pupils filled with shock.

"Oh no, he can actually use the Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique!"

The Great Shaman retreated rapidly, attempting to dodge Ying Ziqing's powerful attack.

Ying Ziqing hurled the Dragon Sky Sword in her hand toward the surging army.

The golden image behind him made the same gesture.

The massive golden sword, almost blotting out the sky, crashed down on the 200,000-strong Xiongnu army in front of them.

In an instant, most of the Xiongnu cavalry's warhorses were so frightened by this terrifying power that they fainted and foamed at the mouth.

As the golden greatsword fell, the earth roared with a deafening boom.

Dust filled the air. Of the 200,000-strong army, only half remained, and the troops were in complete disarray, scattered and broken by the strong wind.

A huge sword-shaped mark appeared on the ground. The Iron Pagoda behind Ying Ziqing launched another charge, wielding their hundred-forged spears and fiercely thrusting them at the chaotic Xiongnu soldiers.

Floating in mid-air, Ying Ziqing raised her hand to recall the Dragon Sky Sword she had thrown, swayed slightly, and returned to the back of the Xie Zhi.

Seeing the chaotic and disorganized Xiongnu cavalry, he knew that the outcome of the battle was already decided.

Just as he was about to head to another battlefield, a green light suddenly shot out from under the soil. Ying Ziqing moved instantly, dodging the sudden attack. He then swung his sword, forcing out the assassin hiding under the soil.

A figure draped in a gray robe, holding a crystal skull in his hands, appeared.

It was the wolf clan's high shaman who had been hiding in the army; the green light just now had come from the crystal skull in her hand.

"Why, why weren't you hit? Shouldn't you be exhausted?!"

Clearly, the Great Shaman hadn't expected that Ying Ziqing would still have the strength to dodge her fatal blow after using the Heavenly Manifestation Technique to kill 100,000 troops.

In response to the Great Shaman's angry roar of resentment, Ying Ziqing examined the abundant true energy within her body, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth beneath the mask.

Then, with a swift movement, blazing golden lightning erupted from his palm, instantly reaching the Great Shaman. The crystal head in her hand was instantly annihilated by this lightning, which seemed capable of destroying everything.

Of course, the same was true for the Great Shaman's body. Just then, a gray phantom suddenly emerged from her body, which had vanished into nothingness, and fled into the distance.

Ying Ziqing did not launch another lightning pursuit. He knew that it should be the remaining remnant soul of the Wolf God Gu Ge. His life was more useful to Ying Ziqing than his death.

He turned his deep gaze back to the battlefield, where the Hun cavalry, who had initially had a numerical advantage, were now showing signs of being suppressed.

With this shift in power, including the 100,000 troops killed by Ying Ziqing, there were now 200,000 Xiongnu cavalrymen killed here.

At this time, Touman gathered the left and right wise kings and, seeing the Xiongnu cavalry already showing signs of defeat, began to consider retreating.

This army of 400,000 Xiongnu soldiers can be said to be the entirety of the Xiongnu's strength. Now, more than half of them have been lost. If they are all lost here, then the Xiongnu will not be far from destruction.

Just as he was about to order a retreat,

Ying Ziqing, clad in dark gold armor and with his ink-black cloak fluttering in the wind, appeared above them.

Ying Ziqing looked down at the three most powerful people on the grassland and said indifferently:

"Barbarians invade our borders, our people will be wiped out!"

These eight large characters seemed to be Ying Ziqing's judgment on behalf of Heaven against the Xiongnu. At this moment, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and terrifying thunder filled the air.

Suddenly, three golden bolts of lightning descended, carrying their judgment upon the three.

The three bodies turned to ashes, leaving only the leaderless remnants of the Xiongnu army.

With the outcome already decided, Ying Ziqing no longer paid attention to the battlefield at that moment.

He issued a decree and then rode his mythical beast, the Xie Zhi, in pursuit of the direction in which the Right Wise King's eldest son had fled.

Following behind were two thousand elite members of the Bad Guys, their swords stained with blood.

Wearing a straw hat and an iron mask covering his face, he rode a warhorse and followed behind the commander.