Kouga slowly drew out his horse sword, his hand raised high above his head, the gleaming blade emitting a cold aura under the sunlight.

  "Hmm..."

  He took a deep breath into his dantian, opened his mouth wide and let out a loud roar with all his might.

  "Hmm..."

  Thirty thousand Xiongnu young men simultaneously raised their swords high in the air, following after Chanyu and shouting in unison.

  Kuang's arm dropped, his knife leveled at his eyebrows, and then suddenly rose high again. His long hair fluttered in the wind, shaking back and forth like the golden wolf flag of the Blood Wolf Army, waving in the wind. The true energy inside his body was running at high speed, and a roar mixed with unyielding will burst out of his mouth: "Ha..."

  Thirty thousand Xiongnu warriors simultaneously lowered their arms, with varying ranks and martial arts skills, holding different weapons in their hands. However, at this moment, they unanimously let out that shocking and terrifying roar.

  A cold sweat appeared on Jiang Kongming's forehead, he never expected that Zhebie's arrow would trigger such an unexpected consequence. At this moment, the Xiongnu people's momentum was at its peak, and in a cold weapon showdown, this was almost a harbinger of certain victory.

  He knew that when Bao Gan raised his arm and shouted for the third time, it was the time when the Xiongnu people launched a general attack. Such a change, even if Bao Gan wanted to change, he was powerless, he had to avenge He Man, he had to let He Man die with his eyes closed, but his sacrifice boosted the morale of the whole army.

  If he can't do this, he will inevitably lose all credibility and won't be able to command the army again in the future. Therefore, whether he likes it or not, he has no choice but to fight to the death.

  At this time, what conspiracy and trickery, what clever calculations, are all useless. The only thing that can be relied upon is one's own true strength.

  Jiang Kongming's face suddenly turned stern, he took a deep breath and shouted in a loud voice, using all his might, "General Fang's spirit in heaven..."

  The soldiers of the Red Ocean simultaneously felt a chill in their hearts, and their eyes shot out with deep-seated hatred.

  Jiang Kongming took a deep breath, his face turning bright red as he let out a deafening wail: "Red Ocean..."

  The excessively high-pitched sound had already exceeded his limits, making it particularly jarring. However, it was precisely this unusually harsh, ear-piercingly sharp sound, similar to a rooster's crowing, that stirred up the boiling hot blood within the warriors' bodies.

  "...The red ocean..." More than 20,000 Han elites raised their spears high, waiting for Chiang Kongming's order to engage in a head-on confrontation with the Xiongnu people.

  Zhe Bie raised the Heaven-Opening Bow in his hand once again, its string already drawn taut. His target was that majestic and heroic Brackets Eagle soaring high in the sky.

  If it's said that the Second Army is going to war, there is one person who would be most delighted, and that would be none other than Qin Yong, the humanoid violent dragon.

  He opened his mouth wide, ignoring the trickle of blood flowing down, and let out a thunderous roar. However, until this moment, he still remembered Xu Haifeng's words, and his large feet did not dare to step into the Lei Chi by half a step.

  Kuang's back was drenched in cold sweat, although they were hundreds of meters apart, but Zhebie's almost palpable killing intent had already enveloped him completely. Without any warning, but he just knew that when his arm rose again and let out the third roar, it would be the moment when Zhebie loosened his grip.

  Zhebie's arrow was the most terrifying weapon he had ever seen in his life, even when facing the humanoid violent dragon Qin Yong, he had never felt such a frightening feeling. Qin Yong was extremely ferocious, but he had a fatal weakness, that is speed, as long as a person with accomplished martial arts did not entangle with him and wanted to escape, it would be easy as turning over one's hand.

  But Zhe was different, his arrow possessed an unimaginable speed that had surpassed the limits of human reaction. He knew that if he were caught off guard, he would certainly become a lifeless corpse. So, what would happen when he was fully focused?

  He didn't know, nor did he want to add another stroke of his own to the already heavy burden of guilt. Only, he had no other choice.

  His hand grasped the eagle's claw as if it were a thousand pounds, but remained firm and unshakeable. The flat knife was held level with his eyebrows, raised to the top of his head amidst the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes filled with countless thoughts. He opened his mouth, his breath sank into his dantian, and he was about to let out that third loud shout.

  A long whistle, from low to high, from far to near, suddenly rose on the battlefield filled with a tragic atmosphere.

  Like the Yangtze River's waters, surging and endless, like the rumbling of winter thunder, it pierces the heart.

  Bao Bu Ying's face suddenly flushed with a bright red glow, and the person who made the whistling sound had a good grasp of timing. Just as Bao Bu Ying was about to speak, he suddenly shouted out loud. His heart skipped a beat, and that one shout could not be uttered again. The true energy in his body surged up, although it did not cause him to get hurt immediately, but the meridians were shaken, which was very uncomfortable.

  A lone figure emerged from the mountain slope, walking slowly towards them. Although it seemed slow, in an instant, he had already walked between the two armies.

  He wore a black robe with long sleeves, fluttering and elegant, with a smile on his face, and a pair of starry eyes like an endless ocean, deep and unfathomable.

  Kwak Yul's face finally changed, just as he faced Chebe's sharp arrow, his expressionless face finally moved.

  Xu Haifeng, and the one who came was actually Xu Haifeng, the Grand Marshal of the Black Flag Army.

  "Such a loyal person, I admire him." Xu Haifeng walked to Qin Yong's side with his head held high and a broad stride. He looked up at the small slope, and although there was no exaggerated tone or expression, it naturally made people feel that sincere emotion coming from within.

  He bowed to Herman from afar, saying: "The Golden Wolf Army has such brave warriors, no wonder it can dominate the grasslands and stand for hundreds of years without its reputation declining."

  Kou Batuo slowly regained his composure, but the shock in his heart was much greater than before. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart and he didn't dare to ask questions for a while.

  "The lord has arrived, I wonder how the battle between the lord and Li Zhi went?" Jiang Gongming's eyes rolled around and he immediately asked loudly in Xiongnu language.

  His words were like a bomb exploding, and in an instant, the 30,000-strong Xiongnu army was thrown into an uncontrollable commotion.

  How could Xuhai Feng appear here? Almost everyone who heard this sentence was shouting wildly in their hearts.

  The two young masters had a duel in the northern border, which was already known to everyone. At this time, Xu Haifeng should be fighting fiercely with Li Zhi, how could he spare himself to come here? Unless...

  Li Zhi, the new generation master who represents the entire grassland, actually lost? This terrible thought flashed through the hearts of all Xiongnu people at the same time.

  The atmosphere in the field suddenly became extremely strange, and that stern and murderous aura was replaced by a kind of inexplicable panic.

  Kwak Yul-gae's face turned even paler, he knew more than anyone what the consequences would be if Lee Ji lost, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

  "Xu Zongshi, how did you end up here?" Kangji suddenly asked loudly from behind Bao Yueying.

  Kuang Ya's eyebrows rose slightly, barely maintaining a calm exterior. However, with his discerning ear, he naturally picked up on the faint, almost imperceptible tremble in Kang Ji's words.

  Xu Haifeng smiled slightly and said: "Xu certain and Li Zhi brother fought a battle, both sides suffered some minor losses, so temporarily stopped."

  Huo Qubing's eyes lit up, and he let out a long sigh. Almost at the same time, all the Xiongnu generals who understood Chinese also involuntarily let out a long sigh with him.

  Kua Bao suddenly regained his composure and burst out laughing: "Since that's the case, I dare ask Master Xu Zong, what brings you here?"

  Xu Haifeng said calmly: "Today, there have been enough deaths. If Brother Kuai agrees, why don't we decide the outcome in another battle later?"

  Kuang Ya's eyebrows rose, and a hesitant expression appeared on his face. His heart was extremely bitter, the name of the sect master was not something that ordinary people could compare to. Xu Haifeng had just shown up, but he had already calmed down more than half of the fierce blood that Hei Manshan had stirred up.

  Xu Haifeng slowly raised his hand, and suddenly, countless figures stood up on the mountain slope. From a distance, in the dense forest, swaying with the wind, no one knew how many people were hiding there.

  "If General insists on fighting, Xu's Black Flag Army can only accompany him to death."

  Xu Haifeng looked into Bao Yueying's eyes, and although the distance was too far to use spiritual power, the calm yet piercing gaze still made people dare not stare.

  Kua Baiying turned his head up to look, taking the opportunity to avoid Xu Haifeng's gaze, but his face still felt a scorching heat, and he suddenly understood that if he didn't agree, Xu Haifeng would immediately take action. If it were combined with Zhebie's two powers, he was afraid that he would really be unable to escape the calamity.

  After a few moments of silence, Bao Bu Ying finally turned around and said, "Alright, we'll meet again on the battlefield tomorrow."

  Xu Haifeng smiled calmly and withdrew his gaze. The heart that had risen to the tip of Bao Ku's throat finally calmed down.

  "Fang Tong leads the order, withdraw troops from Wodragon City." Xu Haifeng commanded decisively.

  Jiang Kung-ming responded with a loud shout: "Red Ocean, rear army turns to front army, northwest direction, advance!"

  Military orders are like mountains, the brave warriors of the red ocean, even if they were dissatisfied in their hearts, still put away their bayonets neatly and retreated in an orderly manner.

  Kwok Bat Hung gazed intently in the direction they had left, his heart filled with a hundred emotions.

  "Eagle Brother, are you just going to let them go like that?" Kangji asked in a low voice from the side. He was not very old and was still in his prime, so when he saw the grand momentum of the two armies, only to have it end in such an anticlimactic way, he couldn't help but feel some discontent.

  "They are no longer a defeated army." Bao Zhan raised his head, gazing into the distance: "We can't afford to lose... Kang Ji, remember, being able to yield and adapt is what a true man does."

  Kangji nodded vaguely, but in his heart he still didn't think so.

  Kua Fu Eagle watched as Xu Haifeng and others disappeared into the distance, softly saying: "Wait for it, one day I will make the whole world become a pasture for us Xiongnu people to herd horses."