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

"maybe!"

Lu Feifan smiled calmly and didn't argue.

"Sir, you have an extraordinary appearance, so you must be a very important person. May I ask your name?"

Lu Feifan then asked.

"Han Qinhu".

There's nothing to hide about the name.

"What a great name! Only a great general could handle it!"

Lu Feifan expressed his heartfelt admiration.

This reminded him of a great general from his home planet, Earth, who was recorded in history.

"Ha! General."

Han Qinhu couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"The old gentleman seems to have something on his mind."

Lu Feifan placed a tea set and some fruits on the donkey cart.

"Young man, you seem to enjoy reading a lot. Tell me, why are some people in this world so short-sighted?"

"They all have a stake in this, and a complete defeat would have a huge impact on everyone, so why can't they work together?"

At this moment, Han Qinhu was filled with mixed emotions and was willing to chat and confide in a stranger.

"The human heart is like a prison. When faced with difficulties, the first thing people think about is not how bad the situation is, but whether the people around them will take advantage of their efforts to overcome the difficulties and step on their heads."

“If that’s the case, even if everyone is okay in the end, he will still feel bad.”

Lu Feifan said casually.

"Is there any way to solve this?"

Han Qinhu asked, frowning.

"It's simple, just use overwhelming power to subdue all sides and get them to cooperate!"

Han Qinhu sighed. If he had that kind of strength, there wouldn't be any problems now.

Ultimately, it all comes down to ability!

"Jialing Pass is in trouble!"

Han Qinhu sighed softly.

Whether in terms of high-end forces or legion strength, Northern Mang has the upper hand.

In other words, even for high-end combat power, the Northern Barbarian experts didn't want to push them too far, lest they themselves be threatened.

That's why the two armies fought each other.

If the Northern Barbarian experts were willing to go all out and directly settle the score with top-tier experts, the Great Xia would be defeated even faster.

dong dong!

Just as Han Qinhu was drinking tea as if it were wine.

As the war drums sounded, the giant tiger, formed from malevolent energy, moved and charged fiercely toward Jialing Pass.

In an instant, the aura of bloodshed and carnage spread.

The Northern Barbarians launched another attack on Jialing Pass.

"Here we go again, and this time...!"

Han Qinhu, who had just sat down, stood up with a solemn expression. He said goodbye to Lu Feifan and flew into the pass.

"What a bummer!"

Lu Feifan looked in the direction of the Northern Mang army formation.

He didn't come early or late; he came while he was chatting.

He stood up, atop the cliff, one hand behind his back and the other outstretched.

at this time.

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, savage beasts, as large as elephants and covered in fine iron armor, charged forward, pressing towards the Jialing Pass of the Great Xia Dynasty.

In the sky, ten powerful divine warriors lined up and walked through the void. Their speed seemed slow, but with each step they took, their aura grew stronger.

Ugh!

Ugh!

The million-strong Northern Mang army roared in unison, and the stench of blood in the air grew even stronger.

The Bloodthirsty Tiger became even more solid.

"Today, the Jialing Pass has fallen, and the Great Xia Dynasty shall perish!"

Amidst the blood-red clouds, a figure nearly five meters tall, robust and imposing, with a bronze hammer even larger than his own on his back, spoke, his voice so loud that it drowned out the roars of the army below.

A tyrannical force rushed towards Jialing Pass, causing the divine warriors standing on the city walls to change color. As for the ordinary warriors guarding the city, they all turned pale and trembled at the sound of this voice.

"Is the Temple of Black Gods going to interfere in a war between normal dynasties?!"

An old voice sounded.

Lin Tianxiong's figure flashed out.

"Likewise, I can smell the Demon Suppression Hall's scent on you too."

The imposing figure chuckled.

"I am a citizen of the Great Xia Dynasty, and I haven't been a member of the Demon Suppression Hall for very long. Moreover, I never intended to take action!"

Lin Tianxiong said with an extremely solemn expression.

"What does this have to do with me?!"

The imposing figure let out a sneer.

"Today, your Great Xia Dynasty is doomed!"

"It was me, Xiong Man, who said it!"

"No one can object here!"

Xiong Man raised his head and let out a loud roar, the sound so loud that it struck Jialing Pass like a shockwave.

The heavens and earth changed color instantly at that sound.

"Just say it, why are you shouting so loudly!"

But at this moment.

A calm voice rang out.

The sound seemed very soft, but after it was transmitted...

The shockwave from Xiong Man's voice vanished without a trace in an instant.

It was as if it had never existed.

Those who felt suffocated by the sound suddenly felt a great sense of relief.

It was like being pulled back from the brink of death.

No one expected that Xiong Man's domineering roar could be neutralized by a seemingly calm voice.

It's like a teenager, full of youthful enthusiasm, suddenly falling silent when his dad calls him home for dinner.

However, Xiong Man's voice cannot be compared in that way.

His voice contained his power and might, further amplified by the bloodthirsty might of the Northern Barbarian army.

But even so, it vanished in an instant.

This makes the sound disappear!

Such power was beyond their comprehension.

If it were a fight where each move was executed step by step, they could understand it.

But to disperse all the sound was beyond their comprehension.

Compared to the shock of ordinary martial artists, the feeling of the bear, as the direct culprit, was even more profound.

You know, he's not someone from a small place like this.

He is a powerful figure from an ancient empire.

Even within the empire, he was considered top-tier among those of the same cultivation level.

As for the local superpowers in such a small place, in his eyes they were nothing but trash.

Shout at it, then go up and smash it with a hammer, and that should be enough to finish it off.

There hasn't even been a situation where he needed to strike twice.

You should know that his roar wasn't just random shouting.

This is a special martial art technique he has practiced.

One of his signature moves.

But now, an unknown powerful figure has broken his voice with just a shout.

It broke through directly, rather than being blocked.

The implications here are far more terrifying.

This means that the one who made the move was much stronger than him.

However, judging from the feeling he had when the other party made a sound just now.

It should only be a Divine Warrior of the same realm as him.

At the same level, he had never encountered anyone in the ancient empire who could achieve this.

In such a barren place, it would be even more impossible for such an amazing existence to exist.

This is definitely not a local talent.

There's been a misunderstanding that needs clarification.

He looked up, his face grave, toward the direction from which the sound came.

"who!"

"Come out and meet me."

"I am from the Great Bear Empire, the Bear Barbarian of the Black God Temple."