Li Ming Tang seemed to sense something, opened his slightly closed eyes, and turned his head to look.

  The red mist that wrapped around Xu Haifeng seemed to have undergone a slight change, as if someone was slowly stirring it from the middle, starting to rotate bit by bit. As time passed, the amplitude of the rotation became larger and larger.

  A whirlwind slowly appeared on the ground, first gently blowing a few fallen leaves, and then the wind speed gradually increased, filling the entire courtyard.

  "With a 'pa' sound, a figure burst out of its shell and leaped into the air, letting out a long, unbroken whistle that shook the heavens."

  The whirlwind on the ground seemed to have suddenly lost its momentum and gradually came to a standstill, and that strange red mist also dispersed and disappeared without a trace.

  Xu Haifeng's body in mid-air seemed to have lost its weight, slowly descending like a feather.

  His spiritual awareness is all-pervading, his power knows no bounds. At this point, his internal injuries have healed, and his power has advanced to another level, making him a true master of the highest order.

  "Congratulations to Brother Xu for achieving great success, it's a joyous and celebratory occasion!" A long laugh echoed from afar, audible within a radius of ten miles.

  Xu Haifeng looked up and gazed northward, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Brother Li Zhi has come from afar," he said. "I, Xu Haifeng, have failed to welcome you properly. Why don't we find a place to catch up on old times?"

  His voice was not loud, but it also spread within a few miles, as if he were speaking directly into someone's ear.

  Anyone who hears it can't help but feel a chill in their heart, because beneath the seemingly friendly invitation lies a thick murderous aura.

  Xu Haifeng has already made up his mind to kill.

  "Today's fight, I won but it wasn't fair. If Brother Xu has time, after February, let's meet at the northern camp, how about that?" Li Zhi's voice came from afar, neither salty nor bland.

  Xu Haifeng naturally knew that tonight was not the time for a showdown, so he said loudly: "In that case, after February, Xu will wait respectfully at the northern camp for your arrival."

  "When the time comes, wisdom will surely arrive."

  Xu Haifeng stopped talking, his eyes scanned around and saw Zhebie by his side, pausing for a moment. He had just focused all his attention on practicing qigong, so he didn't notice that Zhebie had also arrived here.

  He let out a sigh of regret. If Zhe Bie had arrived one step earlier, the four of them might have been able to hold down Cheng Xuanfeng together, but it was uncertain.

  He looked up at the sky, and a bright smile appeared in his mind. He had already taken a step into the realm of the Grandmaster.

  Last year in Wulong City, they joined forces to challenge the number one swordsman under Caesar, Aubrey. Now, for the sake of the two countries' conflict, they have become sworn enemies.

  This is a fact, whether they like it or not, whether they admit it or not.

  National interests are always above personal ones, they are all outstanding people of their generation, and the responsibilities they bear are even heavier. Even if they cherish each other, even if they can entrust each other with life and death, they still have to take this road of confrontation.

  "Let's go."

  Xu Haifeng nodded gloomily and led the crowd in big strides towards the West Gate Inn.

  Inside the palace, Emperor Han Xian sat facing several ministers, listening to Xu Haifeng and Li Zhi's conversation, their faces all showing a look of astonishment.

  "Unexpectedly, the Xie family has risen to the rank of a great master, it's truly a blessing for our Great Han. Minister Fang, your vision is better than mine." Emperor Hanxian praised.

  Lord Tianxi's face lit up with joy, not hiding his delighted expression at all: "This old minister had never thought that the wind would blow open this hard-to-pass door so quickly."

  "Alas..." He sighed and said, "In the past, when Taiyi True Man taught Feng'er martial arts, I could easily take him down with just one palm. But now... Alas, it's only been a year and a half, just a year and a half, I've really gotten old."

  Everyone present was shocked. Tang Zonghan suddenly patted Fang Lingtian's shoulder and asked, "You soldier, what do you mean by a year and a half?"

  Fang Ling Tian looked at him with a slanted face, his expression full of disdain, and said: "Feng Er has only been practicing martial arts for a year and a half, don't you know that as her future father-in-law?"

  Tang Zonghan's mouth opened wide in an unrefined manner, and he shook his head blankly.

  "Fang Qing isn't joking, is he?" Emperor Han Xian's expression was no better than Tang Zonghan's, and he asked in surprise.

  Fang Ling Tian put away his smug expression, swept a glance around the room, taking in everyone's expressions, and smiled: "Your Majesty, at this time, would I, an old minister, still be joking?"

  Emperor Han Xian nodded involuntarily.

  Su Dongshun muttered: "A year and a half... how could it be so fast?"

  "Fang Ling Tian bitterly smiled and said: 'Don't ask me, I also don't know.'"

  Su Dongshun looked at him and suddenly asked: "Old Fang, how many years have you been learning martial arts?"

  "Fang Ling raised his head and said: 'I have been practicing martial arts for three years, and now I have more than 50 years.'"

  "Hmm..." Su Dongshun continued to ask: "I know you are one of the top masters in the Fang family, and now you are already a first-rate master, right?"

  Fang Ling shot him a glance and said, "Spare me the nonsense, after all these years of knowing each other, don't you know already?"

  Su Dongpo said with a straight face, "Yes, that's what I know, it's strange. Feng Er practiced martial arts for a year and a half and has already become a master. But you've been practicing for over 50 years and are still just an average old man. Where did all your time go?"

  He raised his hands to his mouth and let out two loud "Woofs".

  The Han Emperor and others all smiled at this.

  Fang Leng Tian's face turned bright red, unable to utter a word in defense.

  The Han Xian Emperor laughed heartily and then said to Su Dongpo, "Su Qing, thank you. At this time, you still have the mood to amuse me."

  Su Dongshun and others looked at each other and smiled, even Fang Lingtian's face full of blood color was instantly gone, it turned out that he had deliberately used his internal energy to force it out just now.

  The Han Emperor stroked his long mustache and sighed: "Forty years ago, did the previous emperors really do the right thing?"

  At this critical moment, Emperor Hanxian was unwilling to mention it, but in his heart, wasn't there a hint of resentment?

  "Alas... matters back then were beyond our control. Now that it's come to this, let's not bring it up again." Fang Lingtian shook his head gloomily and said.

  The house suddenly fell silent.

  After a moment, Tang Zonghan patted Fang Lingtian's shoulder and said: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Hai Feng's skills have reached great heights, he can be considered the number one young master of the Han Dynasty. What do you think, after February, who will win in his duel with Li Zhi?"

  Fang Ling Tian sank into thought for a moment, then said: "I didn't expect that the Xiongnu people would also have a genius like Li Zhi. With martial arts at this level, it's already very difficult to distinguish between true strength and weakness. So, I can only tell you that I don't know."

  "What about compared to Tuo Huoti?" Su Dongpo asked, looking up.

  "For the time being, they can't be compared to the same level as the old generation's top masters, but at such a young age, they have already climbed to the pinnacle of martial arts. Their future achievements will definitely not be inferior to those of Toru Hoto and others." Fang Ling Tian said with certainty.

  "Haha, what a great Xuhai Feng and Lizhi, this reminds me of the story of Li Yanbo and Tuoheti, those two great masters who fought against each other for decades." Emperor Hanxian slapped his palm and said: "They are truly remarkable!"

  "Yes, they are the Li Yuanbo and Tuo Huoti of this generation." Fang Lingtian nodded in agreement: "As long as the struggle between the Great Han and Xiongnu continues, they will be a pair of sworn enemies, this is inevitable."

  At this time, the sound of killing gradually came from afar.

  Emperor Xian of Han listened intently, and after a moment, his face showed a look of surprise. He asked: "Strange, why did the Xiongnu people rush in from the east gate? Didn't they attack the north victory gate?"

  Fang Ling Tian heard this and burst out laughing, saying: "Good one, Li Bo Hu, you really haven't disappointed old man!"

  But in his laughter, there was a hint of inexplicable sorrow.

  Everyone naturally knew about the relationship between the two families and didn't find his behavior surprising at all.

  Tang Zonghan's hand on Fang Lingtian's shoulder tightened, and although no words were exchanged, Fang Lingtian could sense his sincerity.

  The Han Emperor took all this in at a glance and felt a surge of emotion. He stood up straight and said, "Alright, it's almost time, we should take action now."

  Three senior officials and the old eunuch A Fu simultaneously rose to their feet, kowtowing and shouting: "Your subjects have received your edict, Long live Your Majesty for ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand times ten thousand years..."

  A moment later, a huge fire broke out from the study in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace. Because layers of oil had been laid down beforehand, the flames spread extremely quickly and could not be saved at all.

  The grand Han imperial palace, which had taken countless manpower and material resources and hundreds of years to build, was reduced to nothing in this sea of flames.

  In this battle, from Emperor Xian of Han downwards, all the imperial consorts were burned to death in the fire; he kept his promise and left nothing for the Xiongnu people except rubble.

  The Crown Prince Liu Zhengting in the Imperial Palace was like an ant on a hot pot, restless and unable to sit still.

  Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and he, like a frightened mouse, immediately curled up behind the pillar, his body still uncontrollably trembling with fear.

  "Your Highness needn't be alarmed, it's just your old minister here."

  A soft and gentle voice echoed in the hall, bringing a hint of false warmth to the cold and empty space.

  Liu Zhengting was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately jumped out, shouting: "Sir, save the orphan!"

  That person smiled slightly, but it was actually Prime Minister Min Jeong-dang.

  "Your Highness, the Xiongnu people have already attacked the inner city, and the imperial palace is about to fall. I beg Your Highness to set out immediately." Min Zhitang bowed his head and spoke respectfully.

  "Go?" Liu Zhengting exclaimed, then urged repeatedly: "Alright, let's go, let's go now."

  Min Zhitang slightly turned his head away, not letting Liu Zhengting notice the hint of disdain in his eyes.

  Liu Zhengting was completely unaware, he just incoherently asked: "Where? Where?"

  Min Zhitang sighed silently. The dragon has nine sons, each with a different nature. It is only at the critical moment of life and death that one can see a person's true nature.

  Although he looked down on this person extremely in his heart, he still didn't dare to be slow in action. He bowed and said: "Your Highness can follow me to the northern camp, mobilize the 100,000 troops of the Huanglong Army and the Canglang Army, and plan for a comeback in the future."