Confined to one's home at the start, studied for ten years, and became a saint and ancestor.

Chapter 123: 8 to 1

Perhaps Lu Feifan killed too many nobles.

The common people dared not leave their territory to deliver the message.

Therefore, despite Lu Feifan's fierce fighting, no news of his escape could be transmitted.

This led to a situation where people were willing to sacrifice themselves without any hesitation.

If they had known the news, they wouldn't have sent it with such passion.

In this respect, the people of the Divine Eagle Dynasty were a bit too single-minded compared to the people of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Once they've made up their minds, they won't consider any other possibilities.

This was likely due to the environment of the Divine Eagle Dynasty.

Apart from the occasional external enemy, the nobles were too comfortable internally.

To be honest, I wasn't really interested. Most of the books and secret texts collected by nobles were pretty much the same, with little difference between them.

Otherwise, Lu Feifan believed that he could sweep across the entire Divine Eagle Dynasty in this way.

He went directly to the capital of the Divine Eagle Dynasty.

It took him nearly half a month to get here because he had to keep all the nobles, big and small, in perfect order and collect their gifts.

Meanwhile, in the capital city...

They finally received the news that entire families of nobles, both large and small, had been murdered.

Instantly, even the gods were shaken.

"Northern Mang, judging from the direction, it must be them."

"This is utterly disrespectful of martial ethics and rules. They sent their best fighters to infiltrate our dynasty's territory and carry out this utterly shameless massacre!"

"Retaliation! We must retaliate in kind, or they'll think we're made of clay!"

"Kill them, but not the small tribes of the Northern Desert. We must kill the core of the Northern Wilderness so they will know the pain!"

"Let the Divine Martial Ancestors launch sneak attacks and assassinations, so they know that the consequences of disregarding martial ethics are severe!"

The sentiment is indignant.

In the Kingdom of Divine Eagle, these nobles were actually all related by blood, and there was also a sense of shared fate.

They were naturally outraged by this and their anger reached its peak.

War should be fought on the front lines, with soldiers facing soldiers and generals facing generals.

Instead of letting powerful forces come and cause trouble behind their backs.

"I have already informed the royal family about this matter, and they have also decided to take revenge."

"However, Shenwu's journey to the Northern Wilderness must be ensured with adequate security, which requires our cooperation!"

"Send an army of 800,000 to the border to deter the Northern Barbarians and make them focus their attention on the border, thus cooperating with the actions of the Divine Martial Ancestors!"

The royal family was also furious about this.

Therefore, I decided to get a big one.

Wang Chao's figure is unique; his ordinary strength is suppressed by them, so they have no way to participate in this kind of battle.

The army was composed entirely of noble sons.

Therefore, the army's departure also required the full cooperation of the nobles.

In the past, there would have been disputes.

But this time, everyone readily agreed.

The strongest legions of the Divine Eagle Dynasty all train near the capital.

The command has been issued.

Soon, the army gathered at the foot of the capital city.

After a passionate speech, excited shouts erupted like a mountain roar.

Such acts as "daring to act recklessly within the territory of their Divine Eagle Dynasty are unforgivable; those who are caught will be executed along with their entire families, and the Northern Barbarians will be wiped out."

Before going to the battlefield, the noble sons of the Divine Eagle Dynasty were not afraid of war, and even thought it was romantic.

That's what the book teaches them anyway.

Whether it's love or cultivation, it's easiest to obtain on the battlefield!

Moreover, the best way for them to inherit or elevate their titles is to do so on the battlefield.

Therefore, they were envious of those who had already gone to the front lines!

Now that it's their turn, they're naturally very excited.

And just when their emotions were at their peak.

Amidst the clanging of bells, an open-top donkey cart came from the outside.

It seems that if they want to enter the city, they are heading towards where the army is.

I've been out with Lu Feifan for a while now.

The donkey deeply appreciated the extraordinary nature of its master.

My master is terrifyingly strong!

The donkey felt that there was no one in this world its master couldn't defeat.

The longer he spent outside, the more deeply ingrained this feeling became that his master was the best in the world.

Therefore, it is fearless.

No matter how large the army or how imposing the force, they all had to step aside for him.

Otherwise, its owner would crush it to death.

Of course, as an innate being, there is another reason why it is not afraid: these kinds of auras and such cannot affect it.

While reading on the road, to avoid making the donkey too alarmed, I casually hung an Emperor-level Soul-Suppressing Bell around its neck.

Things like momentum have absolutely no effect on it.

He even swayed his donkey's head as he walked, and wherever he went, all living things were subdued by him.

The sound of the Soul-Suppressing Bell resonates deep within the soul.

The crisp tinkling sound, though faint, was still quite pleasant.

But the hundreds of thousands of troops who were initially in high spirits gradually lost their enthusiasm.

They were feeling extremely uncomfortable.

They were drinking chicken blood when someone suddenly choked them with a chicken bone.

Their eyes focused on the direction from which the sound came.

What I saw was a donkey with its head held high, acting all high and mighty, pulling a broken cart, swaying along.

The bell that bothered them came from the donkey's neck.

On the dilapidated open donkey cart was a young man from a different ethnic group.

He was holding a book in one hand, his head resting on a bluestone, his other hand behind his head, his legs crossed, and his eyes never left the book.

It seems as if they are ignoring the massive gathering of hundreds of thousands of people.

It seems that, relatively speaking, books are more attractive to him.

What strange thing has snuck in here?!

If we only saw one person like this, whose abilities are unknown, we could still remain calm.

But it’s different now!

They have hundreds of thousands of troops, and countless experts.

Even the royal patriarch is in charge!

At most, it can only reach the Divine Martial level!

This is their home turf, what are they afraid of?

The army of the Divine Eagle Dynasty was composed of noble sons, and it was never short of hot-tempered individuals.

"Kill him!"

I don't know who shouted it.