Great Qin Warrior Zhang Yuan Is Here—Who Will Kill Me?

No wonder the Yan Army had stopped attacking the city earlier—the Western Suppression Army had arrived.

Ouyang Ming, son of Ouyang Shucai, commander of the Western Suppression Army, had been stranded here and killed by Yu Lin, the Crimson Scale Army Commander.

Below the city, a squad of cavalry advanced slowly, their black banners snapping in the wind.

The leading general looked no more than thirty. He was powerfully built, one hand holding the reins and the other gripping a war spear. His dark blue-black armor was densely patterned with shadowy designs.

"Yu Lin, come see me—"

His voice sounded, shaking the cloud waves with surging force.

Xiantian Realm.

Zhang Yuan gripped his long saber. Zhao Changming reached to pull his arm, but Zhang Yuan raised a hand to stop him.

"Deputy Commander Zhao, he is looking for me."

Zhang Yuan strode forward, stopping at the edge of the city wall's parapet.

Zhao Changming clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stared intently ahead.

"My name is Ouyang Xu. I am Ouyang Ming's elder brother."

"Yu Lin, bind yourself and leave the city. I will take your head back to report."

His long spear pointed forward, force rippling across Ouyang Xu's body as though his killing intent had condensed into something tangible.

"You may refuse to leave the city."

"When my Western Suppression Army breaches the city, every soldier at your side will be slaughtered."

"Yu Lin, they have already done all they could. I, Ouyang Xu, respect them as well. If you regard them as brothers, then one man should bear the consequences of his own deeds."

"I can let them leave."

Upon the city wall, the Crimson Scale Army soldiers all lifted their heads and looked towards Zhang Yuan.

"Commander, we will die without regrets."

"Commander, we have already killed enough to make it worthwhile."

One soldier after another gripped their weapons tightly and growled.

Zhang Yuan waved a hand, his gaze falling upon the enemy general below.

"Will you keep your word?"

Zhang Yuan's voice sounded.

That voice left the soldiers on the city wall stunned.

That was not their commander's voice at all!

Below, the Xiantian Realm expert beside Ouyang Xu frowned. Just as he was about to speak a warning, Ouyang Xu raised a hand to stop him.

"I, Ouyang Xu, rank among the top three hundred on Yongtian Continent's List of Heroes, and am a fifth-rank deputy general of the Western Suppression Army. Since I have spoken, I will naturally keep my word."

Zhang Yuan nodded and turned to Zhao Changming.

"Deputy Commander Zhao, lead the brothers out of the city."

Zhao Changming stood frozen in place, his facial muscles twitching.

"Zhao Changming, do you intend to defy a military order?"

Zhang Yuan shouted loudly.

Zhao Changming's shoulders trembled. He cupped his fists in salute.

"Yes!"

The soldiers on the city wall stared blankly at Zhang Yuan standing there.

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Changming ran across the city wall. A moment later, they supported one another as they descended from it.

The sealed city gates slowly opened. Fewer than four hundred remnants of the army emerged slowly, some supporting others, some carrying them on their backs.

Ouyang Xu raised a hand, and the encircling military formation opened a path.

Zhao Changming, leading the way, turned and looked at the city wall behind him.

All the soldiers leaving the city turned back, looking at the lone crimson-armored general upon the wall.

Zhao Changming raised his hand and bowed deeply towards the city wall.

One soldier after another stood straight and bowed towards the city wall as well.

Their commander was trading his own life for theirs.

Standing atop the city wall, Zhang Yuan slowly lifted his faceplate and removed his helmet, revealing his face.

He cupped his fists and shouted loudly, "Brothers, take care."

Below the city, Zhao Changming led the four hundred remaining soldiers as they stared intently at Zhang Yuan, as though they wished to carve his face into their memories.

Only after they had passed through the Yan Army's formation and reached the distant cliff did Ouyang Xu, seated upright on his warhorse, turn back to look at Zhang Yuan atop the city wall.

The Xiantian Realm expert beside him said in a deep voice, "Young Commander, he is not Yu Lin."

After fighting around the city for so long, how could they possibly fail to recognize Yu Lin?

"I know," Ouyang Xu said flatly.

"Three years ago, my Western Suppression Army clashed with the Crimson Scale Army."

"Whether he is Yu Lin no longer matters. I will take his head back to report, and you will seize Fengtian County City to complete your assignment."

"The Crimson Scale Iron Cavalry is already several dozen li away. We do not have much time left."

His gaze settling on Zhang Yuan, Ouyang Xu shouted loudly, "I have done what I said. What about you?"

Zhang Yuan raised a hand and seized his long saber. He leapt from the city wall, his vitality and blood surging around him. Kicking off the wall, he landed in two steps.

Standing outside the city gate, he pointed his saber diagonally and laughed aloud.

"Zhang Yuan promised to hold Fengtian County City for Commander Yu Lin."

"Great Qin has only lost cities; it has never surrendered its territory."

"Kill me, and this city will be yours."

The last city-defending soldier of Fengtian County City, Zhang Yuan.

Seated on horseback, Ouyang Xu looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's face was far too young—so young that even Ouyang Xu was moved.

Drawing a deep breath, Ouyang Xu raised his hand and waved.

"Fine."

"I, the General, will grant you the dignity due a warrior."

A squad of Black Armored Cavalry spurred their horses and charged towards Zhang Yuan.

Before the city gate, Zhang Yuan rubbed the saber hilt with his palm, then tightly gripped the wrapped hemp rope.

Since this was the last battle of his life, then he would fight to his heart's content!

"Chaos, battle support!"

With a low shout, countless threads and phantoms intertwined before him. Zhang Yuan dragged his long saber at an angle and charged towards the oncoming riders.

Eight cavalrymen—four with spears, four with sabers—formed an arcing charge from both sides.

They were elite troops. Eight riders alone had already sealed off every path ahead.

Infantry against cavalry.

With battle support, Zhang Yuan calculated with complete clarity the timing and strength with which the eight riders would reach him.

"Kill—"

With the long saber in hand, a Vitality Bead exploded within Zhang Yuan's mind, followed by a bead of Xiantian True Essence shattering.

Three steps forward, he raised his saber. Holding it in both hands, he slashed into the wind.

Cape Saber Technique, Wind-Sweeping Slash.

The blade descended, its edge flashing like a bolt of silk.

Saber Qi!

No Xiantian force, yet Saber Qi!

Ouyang Xu, seated atop his warhorse, shuddered from head to toe. He straightened in the saddle and tightened his grip on his long spear.

Boom—

The foremost cavalryman to reach Zhang Yuan was cleaved by a single slash. The armored body of his warhorse was split apart, the curved saber in the rider's hand shattered, and half his body was cut open by Zhang Yuan's blade.

A single Wind-Sweeping Slash.

With one strike against charging cavalry, Zhang Yuan used the most unyielding method of the battlefield—infantry slaying cavalry!

Crimson blood splattered across Zhang Yuan's head and face, steam rising from his whole body.

This blood was scorching hot!

"Kill—"

Holding the saber with both hands, Zhang Yuan did not slow. He lowered his body, braced the saber hilt against his waist, and swept the blade out horizontally.

A dim edge collided with the charging rider.

The rushing cavalry carried Thousand Jin Strength. Zhang Yuan's sweeping slash carried two thousand jin.

A total of three thousand jin of force collided along a single line.

The long saber instantly tore through the galloping horse's chest and belly, severed the mounted soldier's legs, and ripped apart the heavy horse armor.

Screech—

A piercing scrape of metal flashed past.

The charging cavalryman crashed to the ground, blood spraying everywhere. The rider tumbled headfirst from the saddle, his neck snapped and spine shattered.

Zhang Yuan did not stop at all.

His body remained lowered. His legs bent and sprang taut as he held the saber horizontally above him.

Transforming a fist technique into a saber technique.

Mountain Yue Fist Technique, Moving Mountains and Seizing Peaks!

The forelegs of the oncoming cavalry horse struck empty air, its belly crashing against the horizontally raised saber hilt in Zhang Yuan's hands.

"Up—"

With a low shout, Zhang Yuan directly flipped the charging cavalry over!

Boom—

The overturned cavalryman was struck by the riders charging from behind. Two warhorses crashed seven or eight zhang away, their soldiers rolling from the saddles, their fates unknown.

Of the eight charging riders, four had been slain by Zhang Yuan on foot. Only the remaining four traced an arc and turned their horses around.

Holding his long saber horizontally, Zhang Yuan lifted his head, battle intent surging from his body.

"Great Qin Warrior Zhang Yuan is here—who will kill me—"