Cheng Xuan's expression turned stern as he gazed at Xu Haifeng, and suddenly shouted in a severe tone: "You, do you still want to sacrifice yourself for them?"

  Xu Haifeng's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't respond.

  Looking at his expressionless face, Fang Lingde and others couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts. At this moment, their only hope was Xu Haifeng.

  This young commander, who is not a master but has the intuition of a master-level Sudoku player, has now become their last straw, although this straw does not look very reliable at the moment.

  Liu Zhengqi's palms were full of sweat. He had never thought that there would be a day when his life was at the mercy of Xu Haifeng's whim.

  Although it was just a brief moment, it seemed like an eternity had passed.

  Xu Haifeng's pair of starry eyes finally opened under the gaze of everyone waiting with bated breath.

  He looked up and glanced at Liu Zhengqi, then at Fang Lingde, and finally turned his body to look at the old man in white clothes.

  Cheng Xuanfeng's heart felt a sense of foreboding, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and he said: "You insist on this, do you know what the consequences will be?"

  "It's just death." Xǔ Hǎifēng smiled slightly, like a ray of sunshine in the midst of a cold winter, warming people's hearts.

  "Aren't you regretful?"

  "Where justice is, death is no regret."

  "Alas..." Cheng Xuanfeng let out a sigh of extreme helplessness and stopped talking.

  "Yet you should not lead the Xiongnu into our borders and slaughter our Han compatriots." Zhang Zihua cried out loudly.

  Cheng Xuanfeng coldly laughed and said, "You ignorant child, the northern regions have been interacting with the grassland tribes for years, their bloodlines have long been mixed. Let alone the Fang, Tang, and Su families, even the imperial family's bloodline is not immune to being tainted with Xiongnu people's blood. The Han people... the true Han people are in the south."

  Zhang Zihua was about to argue, when suddenly Xu Haifeng said in a low voice: "Wait."

  He turned his head to look, and saw Xu Haifeng walking forward slowly, lifting up his robe, facing Liu Zhengqi and kneeling down heavily, knocking three loud heads, saying loudly: "The Crown Prince please leave quickly."

  Liu Zhengqi was about to speak when he felt his wrist being tightly grasped by Zhang Zihua.

  "Let's go..." He lightly shouted and dragged Liu Zhengqi out of the imperial palace.

  Looking at this considerate strategist, who was like a good teacher and friend, the empty sleeve floating in mid-air, Liu Zhengqi couldn't muster up any resistance and was pulled away by him.

  Just as they were about to leave the palace, a loud voice echoed in their ears: "If I, Xu Haifeng, return safely today, from now on, I will have nothing more to do with the Liu family."

  His footsteps paused slightly, but Zhang Zihua exerted force in his hands and quickly pulled him away from the place once again.

  "Second Uncle, Big Brother, you should leave too." Xǔ Hǎifēng's gaze fell on Fāng Lìng Dé and his uncle, saying in a deep voice.

  Fang Ming took a deep breath and suddenly laughed: "Second Uncle, you escort the Crown Prince on his way."

  Fang Lingde burst out laughing and said, "What are you talking about, Xiang Ming? You're still young, no need to pay the price for what happened back then. Just let this old man take care of it."

  Xu Haifeng furrowed his brow and said, "Second Uncle, Big Brother, this matter has nothing to do with you. Being able to challenge Cheng Qianbei is a rare opportunity for me to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts. You can leave."

  Cheng Xuanfeng suddenly lost his smile and said: "You two should leave quickly."

  He turned his head towards him with an angry gaze.

  Cheng Xuanfeng smiled and said, "Xu Xiaoyou is willing to become enemies with me for the sake of you two. Your skills are not enough, staying here will only hinder him, he wants to take care of you, but in doing so, he may lose his last chance at survival."

  He gritted his teeth, knowing that Cheng Xuanfeng's words were not exaggerated in the slightest. When they clashed at their level, it wasn't about having more people being better; if one's cultivation was insufficient, they would only become a burden.

  He was not reconciled, although he faced the excellent figure of Cheng Xuanfeng on the vast land of China. When this old man set foot on the sect master and shook the world, when this old man rode a horse and shouted in the desert, he had not even been born yet.

  But he was not reconciled, extremely unreconciled. His hands kept trembling, and a thread of fresh blood had already trickled down between his lips.

  Suddenly, a pair of large hands landed on his shoulders from behind, and Xu Haifeng's firm yet gentle voice sounded in his ear: "Big brother, go with peace of mind, don't you still trust me?"

  He nodded his face a few times, then suddenly turned around and said to Xu Haifeng: "I'll wait for you at the west gate, brother. We won't part ways until we meet again."

  After saying that, he pulled Fang Lingde away with big strides, and just by looking at his determined pace, Xu Haifeng suddenly realized that if he couldn't escape today, then Fang Xiangming would absolutely not return to Wodragon City alone.

  As he watched their silhouettes disappear beyond the gate, Xu Haifeng took a deep breath. At this moment, what he carried on his shoulders was not just his own life, but also that of Fang Xing, the hot-blooded man whose fate hung in the balance alongside his.

  He absolutely cannot die here.

  Xu Haifeng slowly unsheathed the sword, not breaking the divine sword, this peerless famous sword left by a generation of master-level swordsmiths from hundreds of years ago, reappeared in the world.

  He raised his sword to his chest and said: "Senior, please..."

  At that moment, he had already entered the realm of unity between heaven and man.

  In the west of the city, a hotel with a golden wall shining brightly was booked by a high-ranking official for the entire second floor. Dozens of black-clad men with icy faces and not a word to say were staying there.

  All the young men who pass through this floor have an accelerated heartbeat and become nervous.

  Li Mingtang sat cross-legged, ignoring the cries of killing that shook the sky in the city, and he was deaf to it.

  He suddenly opened his eyes, his face slightly changed color, and his body moved, disappearing into the bed.

  Inside his room, the window that was originally closed opened automatically without wind, and a long, bar-shaped object wrapped in layers of thick cloth leaning against the corner of the house had disappeared.

  The monkey boy living next door stuck his head out of the quilt, scratched his hair, and turned his agile brain a little, with a puzzled look in his eyes. However, he looked left and right, but still didn't find anything, tilted his head for a moment, and then retreated back inside.

  The window on the far right was pushed open, and Zhebie's gaze followed Li Mingtang's figure until it disappeared. His eyebrows were tightly locked together.

  Xu Haifeng's spirit radiated from himself, spreading in all directions. Along the way, he continuously felt the vibrations of countless lives. Those tiny and weak existences might be a small blade of grass or a caterpillar, but whether they were animals or plants, strong or weak, as long as they existed and lived, Xu Haifeng could clearly sense them.

  The foreign blood in his body once again began its long-awaited acceleration, and a boundless, mysterious power transformed into true energy through the static heart technique. His spirit continued to soar, his abilities growing stronger, already surpassing any peak he had reached before today.

  It is only at the critical moment of life and death that one's own potential can be stimulated, and it is only those who are unyielding and persevering who can climb to even more precipitous and steep peaks time and again through trials of life and death.

  Just as the tender sapling wants to grow into a towering tree, just as the weak lion cub wants to grow into the king of beasts, they must go through hardships in nature, only by taking risks and facing danger can they stand out from the crowd and proudly roam the mountains and forests.

  At this time, Xu Haifeng bore the lives of the directional sound, the concerns of the women in his household, the future of the 10,000 soldiers of the Black Flag Army, and the sentence entrusted to him by Fang Liantian when they parted ways - On the land of the Han people, only the Han people are the masters.

  Responsibility is pressure, and pressure is motivation.

  At this moment, he has retreated with no way out, and all he can rely on is himself.

  At this moment, he successfully broke through the seventh layer of Jing Xin Jue that had been stagnant for a year.

  He successfully ascended to the eighth layer boundary and became a true master-level top expert.

  He let out a long whistle, and his voice shook the nine heavens.

  I draw my sword and point it at the sky, only a man of great strength can wield it.

  Inside the palace, Emperor Han Xian got up from his dragon throne with a tired look. He shook his dizzy head and asked Ah Fu, who was stumbling towards him: "Is the fire oil ready?"

  "Reporting back to Your Majesty, everything has been taken care of." Ah Fu kowtowed on the ground and replied respectfully.

  "What about the imperial concubines in the harem?"

  "The slaves have taken it upon themselves and have already brought them all to the Nurturing Heart Palace."

  "Is there one missing?"

  "It is... Report back to Your Majesty, all the consorts are present and accounted for."

  The Han Xian Emperor turned his head and revealed a faint smile, saying: "You still understand my intentions."

  Afu bowed his head to the ground and said, "I am able to serve Your Majesty because of the good fortune I accumulated in my previous life. If... if there is really an afterlife, I will definitely serve Your Majesty again. At that time, please don't abandon me."

  Han Xian Emperor nodded repeatedly, for a moment he couldn't say a word, in this life he didn't know how many flattering words he had heard.

  These words would have been nothing more than ordinary talk on any other day and wouldn't have entered his ears. But today, at this moment, they moved him inexplicably.

  He took a deep breath, and the mist in his eyes blurred his vision.

  Several footsteps echoed into the room, and Ah Fu's astonished voice suddenly rang out, clearly beyond his expectations.

  Han Xian Emperor wiped away the uncooperative tears from his eyes and turned to look. Although it was at this time, he still had a thread of curiosity, wanting to see what kind of person could surprise Ah Fu, who had already sworn to die with him.

  "You...... you guys......"

  The Han Emperor leapt up from his dragon throne and asked loudly.

  They are the three masters of the three major families in the world today, and the three Shangshu officials of the current dynasty.

  "Your Majesty..."

  The three of them performed the rites of ruler and subject in perfect unison.

  Emperor Xian of Han personally helped them up one by one.

  "We were afraid that Your Majesty would be lonely, so we made an appointment to come and keep you company." Tang Zonghan said with a smile.

  The Han Emperor patted his hand, his emotions surging, but as the supreme ruler of a generation, he had his own extraordinary qualities. After a moment, he calmed down and looked at the three men, laughing loudly: "I was wrong."

  "Fang Ling Tian asked in surprise: 'Your Majesty, what's wrong?'"

  The Han Emperor stroked his beard and laughed, saying: "I was wrong. The most satisfying thing in my life is not the complete defeat of the Khitan people in front of Lin'an City, but..."

  His eyes swept across the faces of these three old ministers and the eunuch Ah Fu.

  "But it's because... I have all of you friends."