In the government office in the west of the city, hundreds of defeated soldiers who had escaped from the northwest camp were listening to the sound of killing and shouting coming from afar with uncertainty. Even some soldiers who were originally exhausted and sleeping soundly were awakened.

  A tall and majestic figure emerged from afar, it was Li Bohu, the commander-in-chief of the Wolf Army, with a face full of wind and dust.

  "General..."

  When they saw the Grand Commander return safe and sound, almost everyone stood up at the same time.

  Li Bo Lake's gaze swept past their faces one by one, some familiar and some strange, but the only thing in common was that their eyes all showed admiration and trust for themselves.

  Li Bohu's eyes were filled with tears, he took a big step forward, and from the saddle, he took down his famous weapon, a one-and-twenty-foot-long fine copper and bright silver spear.

  He faced north, where the Xiongnu were breaching the city walls and the cries of killing were the most intense.

  He took a step forward and after ten steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and bowed down to the ground.

  The soldiers were all shocked and fell to their knees in worship.

  Li Bohu supported himself with both hands on the ground, heavily knocking his head three times and said loudly: "Bohu is incompetent, causing many brothers to die or be seriously injured. I am ashamed of the deceased and can only hope to repay them in the next life."

  "General, you..."

  A young commander exclaimed.

  Li Bohu took a look and recognized that it was Li Guanying, the most promising young man in their own clan.

  "Guanying, take all the brothers and leave quickly. The Xiongnu have broken through the north gate, the capital has fallen, it's a done deal. Hurry up and go, there's still time." Li Bohu sighed.

  Li Guanying's face was shocked and he cried out: "Impossible! The capital is heavily guarded, they don't have siege engines, how can they possibly kill the general and enter?"

  Li Bohu sighed and slowly stood up, saying: "You don't have to ask anymore, hurry up and take the brothers away."

  "General, how about you?" Li Guanying asked hastily, noticing that he looked out of sorts.

  Li Bo's mouth twitched, revealing a hint of mockery: "Me? I've already escaped once, how can I escape again?"

  After that, he shouldered his silver gun and strode away, a tall and slender figure swaying unsteadily in the firelight, gradually disappearing into the distance.

  The soldiers looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what to do.

  Li Guanying stared in the direction where the clan leader disappeared, dazed and lost in thought, with a resolute expression gradually appearing on his face.

  "Clang..." He drew out the dagger he always carried with him, without a word, and followed Li Bohu's footprints in large strides.

  "Ding..."

  "Ding..."

  "Ding......Ding......Ding......"

  The second cry, the third cry, until the sound of drawing swords was continuous. Everyone drew their own sword, their eyes fixed on the front, no one retreated, no one escaped, and they stepped onto this road of death with no hesitation.

  Beisheng Gate is the most important pass on the north side of the imperial palace. Once the Xiongnu people break through this place, there will be a vast and spacious platform behind, with no more dangerous places.

  Countless Xiongnu people disregarded death and injury, swarming forward in endless waves.

  Liu Jun's treasured sword had just been pulled out from the chest of a Xiongnu warrior, when another man with a knife was fiercely chopping down on his head. He didn't have time to turn around, and with a slight shift in his body, he swiftly stabbed out with his sword like lightning.

  A miserable cry, the Xiongnu warrior who rushed up was pierced through the throat by him and died on the spot. However, he also suffered another wound of several inches long on his right shoulder as he dodged too late.

  He had already forgotten how many Huns he had killed. He only knew that since the first Hun appeared, this place had become a hell on earth.

  Human life has become the cheapest thing here, every moment, one or several souls drift away and disappear into the endless sky.

  The city was in a state of fierce battle everywhere, and his comrades beside him kept falling down. He knew that there were no more reinforcements left.

  His movements were no longer agile, his arms were no longer nimble, and even his mind was somewhat dizzy due to excessive blood loss.

  But he still didn't take a step back.

  Because behind him was the Beisheng Gate he guarded.

  He would rather die than retreat.

  Again three Xiongnu men rushed up with ferocious faces, their bright eyes flashing with fanatical light.

  Liu Junshu only felt that the sword in his hand was as heavy as Mount Tai, he had already lost all his strength and could only use the sword to prop himself up, barely standing upright without falling.

  As he stared at the several steel knives coming down on his head, his eyes widened in a circle, although he was unwilling to give up, but he had no power to do anything.

  Suddenly, a bright shadow darted out from under his arm, like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity to strike, and flashed through the throats of the three Xiongnu men in a flash of lightning. The powerful internal force shook them, sending the three flying backward.

  That was a bright red tassel spear of two zhang in length.

  A tall figure stepped out from behind Liu Junshu with big strides.

  He held his head high and puffed out his chest, his clothes were torn apart, like a furious Vajra.

  He wore his hair disheveled and had a fierce killing aura, as if he were a reincarnated demon god.

  He took a deep breath into his dantian, his tongue burst forth like thunder, and he suddenly shouted in a loud voice:

  "Li Bo Lake is here, who comes to send death."

  To the west of the imperial palace, Fang Lingde led Xu Haifeng and others to hurry along quickly.

  Among these people, in addition to those in the Imperial Study Room, there were also Gao Chengwei, who served as a high-ranking official in the palace, Zhang Zihua, the chief strategist under Liu Zhengqi, and a group of guards from the Wang Mansion led by Liu Hualiang.

  Everyone's face was anxious and hurried, and they were about to leave the imperial palace.

  However, at this moment, Xu Haifeng, who was walking at the end of the team, suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, stopped in his tracks and shouted: "Wait!"

  Fang Lingde's footsteps came to a halt as he turned back, only to see Xu Haifeng's gaze fixed intently on the empty and deserted courtyard.

  "What's wrong?" Liu Zheng took a step forward, rushed to Liu Zhengqi's side, but after looking around left and right, he still saw nothing.

  If it were someone else, he would have scolded him on the spot. However, Xu Haifeng has been making a big name for himself in recent years and has already shown signs of surpassing others, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

  Xu Haifeng took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, then opened them again and said loudly: "Since the senior has arrived, please show yourself."

  Everyone's heart was shocked, and they were actually able to deceive so many people's ears and eyes, following closely behind, who is the mastermind again.

  "It's been a year since we last met, and you've made even more progress, I'm delighted!"

  With a hoarse voice, an old man in white robes slowly walked out.

  Fang Lingde and Liu Zhengzhong's pupils suddenly contracted, their faces greatly changed. Liu Zhengzhong even cried out in shock: "Cheng Xuanyi."

  Including Liu Zhengqi, everyone's face turned pale in an instant.

  The name of the grandmaster shakes the world, if this person takes action, who else can be his opponent.

  "Alas, I didn't think that after twenty years of not leaving the Jianghu, there would still be people in the world who remember this old bone." Cheng Xuanfeng said with a self-mocking smile.

  "I don't know what you want to do by coming here, sir?" Fang Lingde asked with a forced calm, clasping his fists in respect.

  Cheng Xuanfeng gazed at the crowd, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and trepidation. Slowly, he spoke a sentence that made everyone's heart skip a beat: "I have come to take the life of the Crown Prince."

  Liu Zhengqi's eyes flashed with terror, and he locked gazes with the old man in front of him. Suddenly, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, causing even his upper and lower teeth to involuntarily chatter, producing a clicking sound.

  The rest of the people were no better off, they only felt their hands and feet were weak, as if this tall and thin old man in front of them was a huge and unmatched ancient beast, staring at them with piercing eyes.

  Xu Haifeng was the only one among them who remained calm and collected. He looked at Cheng Xuanfeng and said slowly, "Spiritual Force Field."

  Not bad, this is what it means to be a legendary master for a hundred years, the old master Cheng Xuanfeng's incredibly powerful and omnipresent, like a tangible spiritual energy field.

  Those who are in this field of power will inevitably be attacked by the old spiritual forces, and such an insidious attack cannot be resisted. Only with a spiritual force of the same level can it be broken through.

  Fortunately, even if it is a top-notch master of the Zongshi level, the spiritual power that can be exerted is also extremely limited. If it can be infinitely expanded, then even using human sea tactics, it will not be able to threaten the safety of the Zongshi.

  Cheng Xuanfeng was able to expand his spiritual energy field to a terrifying extent that enveloped dozens of people, showing that this old man's grasp of this power had already reached the realm of perfection.

  Xu Haifeng sighed helplessly. If there were no Fang Lingde and no direction among the people here, he could naturally withdraw and leave safely.

  Because he could clearly sense that this octogenarian had no intention of killing him.

  But here are his relatives, and his brothers; he cannot leave.

  A surge of spiritual fluctuations that cannot be seen with the naked eye emanated from Xu Haifeng's body, which was a similarly powerful aura of invincibility.

  In the courtyard, all of a sudden, every sound came to an abrupt halt. Even the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects could no longer be heard.

  Cheng Xuanfeng and Xu Haifeng gazed at each other, their eyes bursting forth with a dazzling divine light in unison.

  Xu Haifeng let out a low grunt and took a step back, then stood firm, unmoving as a mountain.

  Cheng Xuanfeng's body also trembled slightly with an almost imperceptible movement.

  Although he had the upper hand in the previous competition, his spiritual field finally burst open under the full impact of Xu Haifeng's spiritual power.

  Fang Lingde and others were like waking up from a dream, although it was only for a few breaths, but everyone was already in a daze, with cold sweat dripping down their backs, and their minds still uneasy.

  At this moment, Fang Xing felt the same horror as when Xu Haifeng first met Tuo Hetian. When he thought that Xu Haifeng was under such pressure, not only did he not yield, but instead worked even harder and finally broke through the barrier, he sincerely felt a deep admiration from the bottom of his heart.

  "Good......" Cheng Xuanfeng burst out laughing, and after a moment, he said: "Young friend Xu, your progress is beyond my expectations, it's truly delightful to see. The great Han dynasty has someone to carry on its legacy."

  Xu Haifeng let out a wry smile. The previous exchange of blows, although seemingly calm and collected, was actually far more perilous than an ordinary fight.

  His spiritual power was not weak, but compared to Cheng Xuanfeng's decade of bitter cultivation, it still fell short by a notch. This head-on collision without any fancy moves was far from easy to withstand.

  Cheng Xuanfeng suppressed his laughter and said slowly, "If we weren't on opposite sides, I'd really like to drink three cups with you. Alas, unfortunately, I have to make my move now."