Inside the imperial study, it was quiet and still, with only Emperor Wu of Han and the old eunuch A Fu present.

  "Have they all left?"

  "Returning to Your Majesty, they have all left."

  "Alas... Ah Fu, how many years have you been following me?"

  "Your Majesty, I was thirteen when I entered the palace and began serving you in my second year. It has been a full fifty years now." Ah Fu replied reverently.

  Han Xian Emperor exclaimed "Oh!" and turned his head back, looking at A Fu with a puzzled gaze, saying: "Fifty years? So you're already sixty-three years old?"

  "Reporting to Your Majesty, I am sixty-three this year." Ah Fu said humbly, bowing his waist.

  "It turns out that you are older than me." Emperor Han Xian was slightly surprised and said, "How did I not know this all along?"

  "Your Majesty is busy with state affairs and wouldn't remember such a trivial matter."

  "Hmm..." Emperor Han Xian nodded slightly and said, "A Fu, you have served me for many years, but in the end, you still have to follow me, without a good ending. Do you blame me?"

  A Fu took a step back, slowly knelt down. Due to his age, his body was no longer as agile as it used to be twenty years ago, and this movement that was once effortless now seemed somewhat laborious.

  "I, a humble servant, have been blessed by Your Majesty's grace, from being a small accompanying eunuch to becoming the current palace manager. I am already content and have no more regrets." Ah Fu replied respectfully.

  The Emperor Han's mouth corners revealed a bitter smile, he stood up from the dragon chair, raised his head and slowly swept around, his eyes showing too much reluctance. Finally, he gritted his teeth and heavily spat out a few words: "A Fu, prepare the fire."

  A Fu was stunned, blankly raising his head.

  Emperor Xian of Han looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh, his eyes shooting out with intense hatred: "The foundation left by our ancestors can be left to anyone, but it absolutely cannot be left to the Xiongnu people."

  Cheng Xuanfeng took a light and slow step forward.

  However, everyone had an illusion that his move seemed to have crossed a distance of several feet and came directly in front of Liu Zhengqi.

  "Everyone below second rank, retreat!" Fang Ming shouted loudly.

  To engage in combat with a master of this level, one would need to gather an enormous number of people, equivalent to the size of an army. Otherwise, having more people would only lead to greater chaos on the scene, ultimately restricting oneself.

  Sometimes, one plus one is not necessarily greater than two.

  Liu Zhengqi was accompanied by some battle-hardened professional soldiers, who dispersed immediately upon hearing the order. Almost simultaneously, Fang Lingde, Liu Zhengzhong and the leader of the guards, Liu Hualiang, these three second-grade masters moved towards the crown prince's side at the same time.

  Cheng Xuanfeng's eyes showed a hint of appreciation for this young general who, in the Great Han army, was second only to Xu Haifeng in both prestige and martial arts.

  In this case, there are not a few people who know the truth, but only one person can be so decisive and put it into action in an instant.

  Cheng Xuanfeng stretched out a palm and slapped it towards Liu Zhengqi's chest. This palm was unpredictable, seemingly slow but actually fast, making it impossible to defend against.

  Liu Zhengzhong's face was solemn, his tall figure moved horizontally, blocking Liu Zhengqi's body. He sank his waist and sat on the horse, mobilizing all his strength, and struck with great force.

  Cheng Xuanfeng's mouth curled up with a hint of disdain, and he casually withdrew his palm, then swung his sleeve forward.

  Liu Zhengzhong's face changed drastically, his full-strength palm strike hitting empty air, the space in front of him completely unaffected, only feeling a surge of blood and energy in his chest, an indescribable sense of unease. Just at this moment, a powerful force struck his chest, not even giving him time to react.

  Fortunately, there were two other top-notch experts by his side at this time.

  Fang Lingde and Liu Hualiang simultaneously reached out and caught hold of that piece of sleeve.

  Their faces simultaneously flushed with a wave of red, and Cheng Xuanfeng's casual strike actually contained an incredibly powerful and unmatched inner force, the continuous follow-up force making it difficult for them to resist.

  With just one move, these three second-rate top masters temporarily lost their ability to make another move.

  Such a divine technique is truly the real power of a master-level cultivator.

  Fang Ming grabbed Liu Zhengqi's collar from behind and pulled him backwards, instantly pulling him up to the ground and flying towards Xu Haifeng.

  He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Second brother, let's go."

  The direction of the sword in his hand burst into nine beautiful and dazzling flowers, gentle as water, and quietly sealed off Cheng Xuanfeng's path forward.

  Gao Chengwei closely followed, his fists flying out like the wind, sharp as a sword.

  Cheng Xuanfeng nodded slightly and said: "At such a young age, you already have such skills. Even in my younger years, I was no more than that."

  He said with his mouth, his body didn't stop, and he walked directly into the midst of the heavy sword flowers and fist winds that were dancing with Direccion and Gao Chengwei.

  However, no matter how swift the sword light was and how powerful Gao Chengwei's fist wind was, they always missed by a fraction of an inch, unable to harm this old man who seemed to be strolling leisurely.

  Fang Ming took three steps back in a row, already at the end of his rope. Cheng Xuanfeng stretched out his finger and flicked it once, and the treasured sword in Fang's hand suddenly flew into mid-air.

  Gao Chengwei struck out with a fatal punch, but Cheng Xuanfeng didn't even glance at him and with a flick of his sleeve, sent Gao stumbling back three steps.

  Cheng Xuanfeng didn't pay attention to the two first-rate experts who retreated in a hurry, but instead stretched out his hand again towards Liu Zhengqi, who was standing still on one side.

  Just as his palm was about to grab Liu Zhengqi's chest, a dull and edgeless long sword suddenly appeared in the way.

  Cheng Xuanfeng's face didn't change color, his palm lightly flipped, and he instantly dodged the long sword. However, that long sword was like a shadow following him closely, pursuing relentlessly.

  "Alas..." Cheng Xuanfeng let out a soft sigh, and the hand that had just touched Liu Zhengqi's shoulder reluctantly withdrew.

  It was impossible for the Venerable Master to take action and return without success, so he took down the small package on Liu Zhengqi's shoulder with a swift motion.

  Liu Zhengqi's face changed greatly, and he reached behind his back, shouting: "Yu Xi."

  Cheng Xuanfeng smiled slightly and said, "The Imperial Seal of Transmission? Indeed, I didn't make a trip for nothing."

  Liu Zhengqi's eyes were filled with anger, and if he didn't know that the gap between them was too great, he would have rushed forward to fight him to the death.

  Xu Haifeng lowered his hand holding the unbroken divine sword, bowed and said: "I have a request to make of my senior, I hope you will grant me this favor."

  "Please go ahead, little friend," said Cheng Xuanfeng with a smile.

  "Junior wants to ask senior to agree, tonight before junior's death, you cannot harm the crown prince." Xu Haifeng said in a deep voice.

  Cheng Xuanfeng unexpectedly gave him a glance, snorted, shook his head and said: "What if I don't allow it?"

  Xu Haifeng revealed a hint of confident smile, saying: "If senior doesn't allow it, then junior will leave immediately. I ask senior, in this chaotic time of war and horses, how many points of assurance do you have to keep me here?"

  Cheng Xuanfeng raised his head to look at the sky, and after a moment, he stretched out one palm and said, "Only fifty percent."

  Xu Haifeng's smile gradually faded, replaced by a solemn and murderous aura: "If the senior cannot spare the life of his junior, then his junior will escape to safety, immediately rush back to Wodragon City, mobilize the troops, and march south with the entire city. The direction of their attack will be the Jiangnan Cheng family."

  Cheng Xuanfeng's eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

  Xu Haifeng and he looked at each other calmly, unflinchingly.

  In the courtyard, crows and sparrows make no sound, as quiet as death.

  In front of the northern gate of the imperial palace, Li Bo Lake wielded a bright silver spear that shone like a celestial star, as if it were a fierce and venomous spirit snake mercilessly sucking the throat of the Xiongnu people.

  The Li family's gun technique is the most difficult to defend against. This is the Li family's ancestral lock-throat gun, passed down through generations from Li Bohu.

  Within a hundred and twenty feet, it became a forbidden land of death for the Xiongnu people, from start to finish, no one could step over Leichi.

  Liu Jun's face revealed a hint of relief as he smiled, exhausted and on the verge of collapse, finally unable to hold on, and fainted.

  However, a broad and thick palm timely grasped his arm.

  Don't let this Han general who has exhausted all his strength fall to the cold ground.

  "General, Guan Ying has arrived."

  "General, I'm here too."

  "General, I'm here too..."

  "General, we're all here..."

  The voices of three hundred Chinese people echoed through heaven and earth at this moment.

  One by one, the figures emerged from behind Li Guangying, they were the remnants of the Wolf Army that had been defeated by the Xiongnu cavalry and were known as the defeated generals, with only over 300 brave warriors left.

  Their appearance caused the Huns' attack to pause for a moment, and an extremely rare momentary halt appeared on the battlefield.

  Li Bohu's expression was agitated, he withdrew his silver spear and looked at these fearless faces, his heart surging with emotion.

  His gaze fell on Liu Junshu who had already fainted, and he suddenly shouted: "Guanying..."

  "In......" Li Guanying replied loudly.

  "Quickly send General Liu back into the palace to find the Emperor and Minister Fang."

  Li Guanying was taken aback and shook his head: "No, General, I want to follow you."

  Li Bohu's eyes bulged with anger, and he shouted loudly: "General Liu is the pillar of the Liu family, and cannot be lost in this place. Leave quickly."

  Seeing Li Guanying still hesitating, he suddenly shouted: "If you still recognize me as your general, then go quickly."

  Li Guanying's eyes were red and puffy, his lips trembling as he finally choked out: "Yes..."

  He had Liu Jun's letter on his back, turned around and quickly walked away, until he was a hundred steps away, those two clear tears finally fell quietly.

  Li Bohu gazed at his receding back, a hint of relief flashing across his face, but when he turned around again, his expression was once more stern and unyielding.

  His eyes were deep and piercing, staring at the Huns who had pounced on him again. He shouted loudly: "Brothers of all families, Li Bogu has nothing to repay you. Eighteen years later, we will be brothers again, kill..."

  "Kill......" Three hundred Han men shouted in unison with all their might.

  They sacrifice their lives for the greater good; they give up their lives for righteousness.

  When the spirit transcends, they can create miracles.

  Two hours, exactly two hours.

  These three hundred men, relying on their iron-like strong will, in

  The Great Han Dynasty's Capital

  In front of the Beishengmen Gate of the Imperial Palace

  With their battered and bruised bodies, they formed an unbreakable chain.

  The Great Wall of Flesh and Blood of the Chinese Nation.

  Raise your head, gaze up at the sky and let out a long whistle, with an unbridled passion.