Then he saw Wang Anfeng beside him gripping the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, immediately realizing something, his eyes widening slightly.
Before he could even react, a crimson glow had already erupted instantly from the cracks on the sword's body, flowing slowly, then engulfing the entire Divine Weapon longsword. Wang Anfeng raised his arm and struck forward.
Then, accompanied by a clear and resonant sword hum, the billowing gray flag was slashed by a silent Sword Qi, and with a soft creaking sound, the flag tilted to one side. The leftover Sword Qi was halted by two military generals, with the final sharpness cutting through the Xiongnu Khan King's cloak, leaving a mark on his hard face.
The Xiongnu Iron Cavalry, who had already sheathed their weapons and were turning to leave, instantly halted. Behind them, the auxiliary soldiers also stopped, with a thousand large flags rolling and a murderous aura soaring into the sky.
The Khan King raised his hand, touched his cheek, and after the sting, his palm was full of blood in front of his eyes.
That sword strike almost showed no restraint but also bore no killing intent, as if disdaining to kill him through stealth or deceit. The expression of the Great Khan King of Dichi gradually turned icy, his right hand resting on his waist, gripping the handle of his sword. The Xiongnu curved saber slowly unsheathed, its sound carrying murderous intent.
"You missed my goodwill, Divine Martial."
"In this battle of life and death, you will die here with Zhang Duo's regret."
The Dichi Iron Cavalry raised their spears once more, with no fear in their eyes.
Wang Anfeng faced the Dichi Iron Cavalry, holding a spear in one hand and a sword in the other, and stepped forward slowly.
Then with force in his right hand, he thrust the Divine Martial Mansion banner heavily into the ground.
The battle flag flapped with a sound, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes, a slight smile possibly curling his lips. What the Dichi Khan King had deemed as a gentle demeanor suddenly unveiled an irrepressible defiance and wildness, like a sword long hidden in a tattered scabbard finally drawn, as if fangs and claws now could be bared without concern.
The sharpness was almost painful to the eyes:
"Since it is a battle of life and death... then the possibility of two outcomes, for me, for you, are the same. Either life or death."
Blazing flames rose from his body.
The sky turned dim, with faint starlight pouring down, coalescing into a crimson-gold Qilin, with delicate scales covering it. Within its eyes, the flames burned fiercely, then it raised its head and roared, the flames suddenly spreading in all directions, possessing absolute might and suppression.
As if an ancient myth had descended upon the world once more, under the starlight, the Qilin pressed its paw.
The newly birthed Divine Weapon lifted, its edge directly aimed at the Great Khan King of Dichi opposite. Wang Anfeng's fingers slowly caressed the spine of the sword, on eyebrows and sword edge, slaughterous and fierce sharpness rose inch by inch.
"As for goodwill? Ha..."
"This sword is called Divine Martial. The moment you were ready to invade the Central Plains and set foot here, you and I were already—"
"Locked in a fight to the death!"
A murderous roar burst forth, reverberating between Heaven and Earth.
A servant dressed in gray pushed open the red lacquered door with yellow copper rings, standing between two stone lions, spreading his arms, taking a deep breath of the morning air, and stretching lazily.
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Two sharp-beaked sparrows flapped their wings and landed on the plaque, the script was bone-thin and powerful, full of energy and spirit, dignified and unyielding.
He yawned again, then turned to busy himself with his tasks under the steward's soft reprimand.
The atmosphere in the Yuchi Family has been quite relaxed recently.
Not only those distant retainers related to the Yuchi Family, but even the newly joined maid serving tea and water, or the servant tirelessly digging in the flowerbeds for worms day and night, all knew that although the old Pillar of the State was often not at home these days, he always returned with a smile in his eyes.
He would even nod with a smile and chat idly, exchanging a few casual words. He was a Pillar of the State, once a minister who emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, always smiling kindly, yet inwardly known to be a man with ambition as firm as iron.
Everyone says, the old Pillar of the State has encountered a great good fortune.
But what kind of great fortune it is, one that can make the once intimidating old Pillar change so much, is beyond anyone's guess—all riches, promising descendants, nothing is lacking.
In the main hall, the current Family Head of the Yuchi Family looked at his old father with helplessness, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry:
"Dad, you rushed me to bring it back quickly, was it for this?"
The former strategist stroked a jar of wine on the table, brimming with pride and laughter.
"Ha ha, indeed, Old Li said long ago he wouldn't believe I could still get such wine, and those other rascals were just jeering. This time, seeing it laid before their faces, I don't believe they can fart out anything else!"
"This time, surely it'll make Li Qidao envious to death."
"That old geezer, I'll drive him crazy with envy!"
Saying this, he slapped the table casually, yet perhaps in his joy, he couldn't control his strength. With a crackling sound, the mahogany table collapsed directly, and the jar of wine would certainly create a big hole when it hit the ground.
The old man yelped and reached out to grab it, but perhaps the jar of old wine had weathered too long, so long that even the earthen ware had become as fragile as rotten wood, or maybe the old man couldn't control his strength. The jar shattered directly upon hitting the ground, instantly filling the room with the fragrant aroma of wine.