The Blade That Cut Down the Tenth Hall

Before this slaughter had only just begun, not everyone realized how truly terrifying it was.

Even King of Mingzhou Yang Gong had, for a time, fallen into a state where he was almost as isolated as a ruler without a single ally.

The Grain Protection Army, White Armor Army, and Iron Threshold Army had formed an alliance to attack Quzhou God-Bestowed King. They had agreed that whoever took down God-Bestowed King would become the alliance leader of the three armies, rising in strength and prestige and officially becoming someone with the standing to contend for the realm.

Before this, King of Mingzhou had already been the common leader in everyone's eyes, with strong troops and a fine reputation.

But the battle at Fierce Tiger Pass had brought a result no one had imagined. Iron Threshold King had taken Fierce Tiger Pass, but King of Mingzhou had begun a slaughter.

Iron Threshold King rode his victory north to seize the horse pastures of Mengzhou's Changsheng Army, his momentum soaring. To everyone's surprise, King of Mingzhou parted ways with him here and led his troops south.

He no longer cared about the grand course of the realm or advancing step by step. He went wherever there was grain, wherever there was surplus—King of Mingzhou would appear there.

Of course, many strategists and subordinates did not understand this. But after Yang Gong had begun his slaughter, everything became crystal clear to him. All those who failed to understand remained with Iron Threshold King, while he rode south alone.

Those who wished to follow could follow.

The first to catch up with him were the countless people living in the wilderness on thin gruel. They had all eaten the rice Yang Gong had seized from the great Noble Families of the Eight Prefectures Twenty