Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

Feng Wanqing was filled with excitement, but was suddenly interrupted by Han Zixuan, and her face showed a hint of displeasure.

His gaze was cold. "Han Zixuan, I've made myself very clear. If you know what's good for you, I might let you off the hook."

If you remain obstinate, don't blame me for being ruthless.

She now has 50,000 elite troops behind her, enough to directly attack the capital.

Han Zixuan's response to Feng Wanqing's threat was merely a cold laugh.

It's all just useless nonsense. "Is Prince Rui so confident? Then why not give it a try!"

Feng Wanqing raised her eyebrows and said fiercely, "If you won't listen to reason, then I don't need to waste any more words with you."

"Men! Raze this Fuhu Town to the ground for me! Capture Han Zixuan alive and I will reward you handsomely!"

Fifty thousand soldiers, like a surging black tide, rushed towards the city wall of Fuhu Town with earth-shattering battle cries.

As the banners fluttered and the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves blotted out the sky, it was like a black storm sweeping in.

Han Zixuan stood beneath the mottled city gate, her black outfit outlining her tall and straight figure, the long sword in her hand gleaming coldly.

She narrowed her phoenix eyes, watching the attacking soldiers, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Release the arrows!" Her voice was clear and cold, yet it stood out sharply on the desolate battlefield.

In an instant, countless archers on the walls of Fuhu Town simultaneously drew their bows.

The forest of arrows gleamed with a chilling, eerie light in the twilight.

With a command, thousands of arrows shot out, tearing through the dark sky like a black cloud, raining down on Feng Wanqing's army.

Screams of agony instantly echoed through the sky. Soldiers struck by arrows fell one after another, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet.

The dull thud of arrows piercing armor, the mournful neighing of warhorses, and the shouts of soldiers mingled together.

As Feng Wanqing rode her tall horse, her face instantly darkened as she looked at the tragic scene before her.

The veins on her hands bulged as she gripped the reins, and her eyes burned with fury.

"Keep the attack going!"

She roared hoarsely, brandishing her long sword, ready to order her soldiers to attack again.

The advancing soldiers were halted by a hail of arrows, and corpses fell one after another.

Han Zixuan led tens of thousands of troops to attack the opposite side.

The two sides quickly clashed, and how could a man who had only traveled thirty miles withstand a well-prepared enemy?

Han Zixuan was leading her men in close combat ahead, while a continuous barrage of arrows was raining down from the city walls behind them.

Feng Wanqing and her team had to manage both sides, which led to a chaotic situation.

Upon seeing this, Han Zixuan smiled, this was the effect she wanted.

Then, the longsword spun a crimson flower, and the broken blades and limbs fell to the ground like tattered cotton.

The blood-stained skirt fluttered without wind, rippling with dark red amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, like the red spider lilies blooming in hell.

A flash of cold light! Han Zixuan pounced forward like a ghost, her sword tip like a venomous snake, taking a life wherever she went.

The longsword slashed forward, and the soldier opposite him suddenly contracted his pupils. He hastily raised his sword to block, but felt a jolt in his hand and was struck by a sharp pain.

Before she could even scream, the cold blade was already pressed against her Adam's apple, its chilling light making her face look ashen.

Han Zixuan was at the forefront, wielding her long sword, and facing the charging soldiers as if she were cutting melons and vegetables.

He exuded a bloodthirsty aura, and no one dared to approach him within two meters.

The cold wind whipped her disheveled long hair, carrying away the strong smell of blood far away.

The surviving soldiers stared in the direction she had disappeared, their legs trembling like leaves.

There was a faint tendency to retreat, and the 50,000 soldiers on Feng Wanqing's side began to scatter.

Feng Wanqing stood far behind, watching the group prepare to retreat.

He immediately roared in a panic, "No retreating! Charge! Anyone who flinches will have their head chopped off by me!"

She looked at Han Zixuan, who had just swung her sword and killed him, with a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

Han Zixuan… no… is she a frail scholar?

How... how could someone possess such exceptional martial arts skills?

.........

And a figure watching this scene from behind the army.

His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed slightly. He caught sight of both Feng Wanqing and Han Zixuan.

Seeing Feng Wanqing's exasperated appearance, it didn't seem like she was faking it.

His previous guess that Feng Wanqing knew Han Zixuan's background was obviously not true.

There is no overlap between the two, so he can rest assured.

Seeing the chaotic army, Wenqing no longer stood at the rear.

Instead, he dodged and gradually approached Han Zixuan, who was in the center of the battle.

They exchanged glances with others around them and made strange gestures.

Soon, a group of people with strange movements slowly surrounded Han Zixuan.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, they launched a sneaky attack on Han Zixuan from the sidelines of some soldiers.

Han Zixuan was having a relaxed match.

Suddenly noticing something amiss in his surroundings, he stopped trying to hide it.

Her psychic powers spread instantly, allowing her to clearly perceive everything around her.

Even the large knife swinging towards her seemed to slow down.

Before the swords could even get close, Han Zixuan grabbed his wrist.

He pulled the person directly out from among the soldiers and gently twisted his wrist.

The man's entire arm was seen rotating in a bizarre manner.

Interspersed among the sounds were the cracking of bones, before the man could even cry out in pain.

Han Zixuan's longsword had already pierced the man's heart before quickly withdrawing it.

She continued to parry the swords and blades that attacked from other directions, deflecting them one by one.

One person dies, then a second, a third...

During the fight, Han Zixuan also noticed something different.

Slowly, a sense of familiarity dawned on him; these people were using the same tactics as the men in black he had encountered the previous night.

Qinglian Sect…

They were no ordinary people; they were actually in the middle of a large army.

They replaced the ordinary soldiers and surrounded themselves!

Han Zixuan couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips, "It's you guys again..."

Warmth was replaced by a chilling glint in his eyes.

"Make our move; we must take them down today."

Having tested Han Zixuan's abilities, and knowing that she was highly skilled in martial arts, they decided to use a war of attrition to slowly wear her down.

Although I admire Han Zixuan's talent, we are now in an adversarial situation, so the only option is to eliminate her.

A group of more than a dozen people attacked at the same time, and Han Zixuan also glanced around.

He no longer intended to hide, and his figure moved through the crowd like a ghost.

A cold glint flashed, and with each clash of swords and blades, a corpse would appear on the ground.

...Seeing this tender gaze, his eyes widened involuntarily, following closely behind Han Zixuan's figure.

His hidden weapon was already poised to strike, and he seized the opportunity as he watched Han Zixuan being entangled by the three men.

He immediately shot at Han Zixuan, a smug smile flashing in his eyes.

But before he could even finish his smile, he witnessed a scene that shocked him greatly.

Han Zixuan's figure suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

Just as he was patrolling around, Han Zixuan's sword wind was already in front of him.

He tried his best to dodge the sword tip as it swept past his neck, but the powerful sword energy severed a lock of Wen Qing's hair on the left side.