The Capital City is Relieved, One Battle Shakes the World

Between heaven and earth, a deathly silence reigned.

Only the howling north wind swirled across the empty battlefield, kicking up dust as it carried the falling corpses.

Below the city walls, the hundred thousand Snow Wolf Iron Cavalry, who had once made the Great Gan Dynasty tremble in fear, stood like ten thousand clay statues.

Each of them remained frozen in place, their faces etched with a terror and bewilderment that defied description.

Dead?

The two Grandmaster commanders, who were like gods in their hearts, had actually... just like that, been killed so effortlessly?

Slaughtered with overwhelming force by that white-haired youth on the city wall in the span of just a few breaths?!

This reality struck like the heaviest of iron hammers, shattering all their faith and pride.

On the city wall, Lin Hanzhou slowly straightened his body after a brief moment of regulating his breath.

The price of burning fifty years of his lifespan was immense.

He could feel that the vitality within him had already drained away by more than half.

For a third-tier Qi Sea Realm cultivator with a three-hundred-year lifespan, fifty years was certainly no small amount.

Yet for Lin Hanzhou, this was practically a cost-free transaction.

After all, as long as he ended this dream-like transmigration, his entire state would be refreshed.

The cultivation base he received from the system would not be affected by these negative status effects.

Do you understand the value of a status refresh?

In exchange, he had secured a victory in a war capable of altering the fate of the nation.

Lin Hanzhou's gaze swept across the hundred thousand troops below, who had already fallen into chaos and panic, like two sharp swords.

A cold arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

Killing the two opposing commanders alone was not enough.

Only by completely breaking the spine of this army could he dismantle it.

The next moment, his figure leaped down from the dozens-of-zhang-high city wall.

Alone with his sword, he charged directly into the dense mass of the hundred thousand iron cavalry.

"Swish!"

The moment he landed, he raised his hand and unleashed a sword strike.

Majestic Sword Qi surged, instantly shattering hundreds of iron cavalrymen within a hundred-meter radius—men and horses alike—into a sky full of blood mist.

Following that, he began a one-sided slaughter.

His goal was crystal clear.

He did not kill ordinary soldiers; he specifically hunted the officers within the army.

Relying on his keen perception, he precisely locked onto those Grandmaster-level commanders with the most powerful auras amidst the ten thousand troops.

"Puchi!"

He swung his sword, weaving it into a series of elegant yet lethal sword nets.

In an instant, a Qing Army Grandmaster who was attempting to reorganize the troops was shredded into pieces of flesh.

"Next!"

Lin Hanzhou's figure flickered, moving through the ten thousand troops as if he were taking a leisurely stroll.

Every time he appeared, it was inevitably accompanied by the fall of a Grandmaster-level officer!

Those Grandmaster powerhouses, who were usually so formidable, could not even withstand a single move before Lin Hanzhou.

This scene made the Martial Master-level officers within the ranks feel a surge of relief.

They were grateful that their cultivation had not yet reached the Grandmaster level.

Otherwise, they feared they would have already been targeted by that white-haired god of plague.

With the two commanders dead and a large number of Grandmaster-level officers slaughtered, the hundred thousand Snow Wolf Iron Cavalry—the ace division that had once made the Great Gan Dynasty tremble—was now completely leaderless.

They had lost their command and their faith.

All that remained in their hearts was a primal fear of the white-haired demon god who was currently on a killing spree.

"A devil! He is a devil from hell!"

"Run! Even the Grandmaster powerhouses are no match for him; aren't we just throwing our lives away if we go up there?"

"No, you cannot flee! Have you forgotten what we carry on our shoulders? Have you forgotten the oaths we made..."

"Forget your mother! If you want to die, go do it yourself; don't get in the way of me running for my life."

It is unknown who let out the first shrill scream, but the entire military formation erupted into chaos in an instant.

The morale of the 100,000 Snow Wolf Iron Cavalry collapsed completely.

The soldiers no longer cared about military orders, turning their horses around and fleeing in panic in every direction.

On the city wall, Empress Yue Chan saw this scene and immediately issued an order.

She knew that Lin Hanzhou was specifically targeting the grandmasters within the 100,000-strong army to relieve the pressure on them.

They certainly would not let this State Protector fight alone.

"Pass on my decree! The Imperial Guard is to strike immediately; now is the time to wipe out the enemy!"

"Wipe out the enemy--!"

Inside the city gates, the 100,000 Imperial Guard, their morale spurred to its peak, let out a heaven-shaking roar.

"Rumble!"

The heavy gates of the Capital City slowly opened from within.

Led by the supreme grandmaster Wang Jian, 100,000 Great Gan Dynasty soldiers charged toward the already routed Qing Army.

The sudden reversal of the battlefield situation left the spies of the Three Feudal Lords, who were watching secretly from afar, stunned.

"Who... who exactly is that white-haired youth?!"

"He killed two grandmasters with his sword? And... he is slaughtering grandmasters amidst an army of ten thousand?!"

"There is no such person in our intelligence reports! Since when did the Great Gan Dynasty royal family hide such a heaven-defying monster?"

The spies exchanged glances, seeing extreme shock and fear in each other's eyes.

The plans of their masters were in complete disarray at this moment.

The situation was not supposed to end with the Capital City being occupied by the Qing Army and the Great Gan Dynasty royal family being completely wiped out.

Was it not supposed to be that the Three Feudal Lords would then seize the opportunity to raise an army under the banner of "avenging the late emperor," vie for the throne, and declare themselves emperors?!

One must know that the reason the 100,000 Snow Wolf Iron Cavalry were able to reach the gates of the Great Gan Dynasty Capital City so silently was because they had tacitly allowed it, even helping to conceal their tracks.

They were waiting for the Qing Army to sink the battered ship that was the Great Gan Dynasty.

Only then could they build their own new dynasty upon the ruins of this chaotic era.

But the current turn of events was completely beyond their expectations.

"Quick! Go back, this shocking news must be reported to the princes immediately!"

The spies dared not linger a moment longer and hurriedly retreated from the scene.

Outside the Capital City, a siege that threatened to end the nation ultimately devolved into a total rout of the Qing Army.

With the 100,000-strong Qing Army having lost all their high-end combat power and their morale shattered, how could they be a match for the 100,000 Imperial Guard?

Moreover, they had the supreme grandmaster Wang Jian personally leading the charge.

For a supreme grandmaster facing an army without any grandmasters to hold the line, it was nothing more than a one-sided slaughter.

In the end, not a single soldier of the 100,000 Snow Wolf Iron Cavalry escaped; they were all wiped out beneath the walls of the Capital City.

This was the most incredible victory the Great Gan Dynasty had achieved in its hundreds of years of existence.

After the battle, Lin Hanzhou would become known throughout the world by the titles of Black-Clad State Protector and White-Haired Sword Saint.

With a single sword, he had slain two grandmasters before the front lines and slaughtered grandmasters amidst an army of ten thousand as if they were dogs.

Ultimately, his legendary feat of defending a capital city single-handedly would earn him a dedicated page in the history books.

Storytellers across the land would recount his tale, and hundreds of millions of commoners would revere him as a god.

His existence became the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all ambitious men.