Outside Kunyang City.
Between the four thousand Greenwood Army soldiers who had prepared to die and the four hundred and twenty thousand Wang Mang troops ready to crush everything beneath their iron hooves.
A figure with a rainbow-like aura suddenly descended.
The powerful impact made the ground tremble. He absorbed the force with his knees slightly bent, then slowly straightened to his full height.
Both armies stood frozen in place!
As the smoke cleared, everyone saw clearly.
A Greenwood Army military robe hung over this man's shoulders, drifting gently in the gusts of wind.
The sight left people's minds unable to process what they were seeing.
After a moment of stalemate.
A Greenwood Army soldier shouted, "Is he some kind of god? He's one of us! Who is he?!"
Wang Mang, standing at the center of the army, suddenly felt his heart seize. He narrowed his eyes at the distant figure, and his expression changed drastically. "It's him—Liu Xiu!"
The mad, murderous impulse in Wang Mang's heart suddenly vanished!
Supported by four hundred thousand troops, the overwhelming aura of an Emperor was like a glass dome that shattered into fragments at the slightest touch!
Even he himself did not know why, but he instinctively wanted to turn and flee!
The moment he rose, he toppled off the wooden platform where the dragon throne had been installed!
When he crawled back up, his head was covered in dirt, his hairpin had fallen out, and he looked utterly pathetic.
He crouched at the edge of the platform, only half his head visible as he trembled. "The future... could it be real?"
At this moment, more than half of Wang Mang's army had already crossed the river.
Xin dynasty general Wang Yi had also returned to Wang Mang's side to guard him.
But