Dividing the Ancient Jade

But on the battlefield, the four had no time for shock. Instinctively, they followed behind Lu Zhen, plunging into the enemy formation like a sharp blade.

Lu Zhen charged at the forefront.

Sword light flashed brilliantly. Wherever it passed, severed limbs and broken arms flew through the air.

Those elite soldiers of Feng City had originally hoped Zhao Xuan would slaughter his way through everything. Now, seeing their commanding general instantly killed before their eyes, they were scared out of their wits.

In only a short while, this elite force of three hundred armored soldiers was scattered to the four winds, throwing away their helmets and armor.

In the distance.

The refugees who had already fled in defeat heard the commotion behind them and bravely turned back to look.

They saw those "warrior lords" chasing Feng City's elite troops and hacking them down!

"We won?"

"The warrior lords won!"

No one knew who let out that wild roar.

The refugees' eyes turned red. They spun around once more and charged back like madmen, beating a dog that had fallen into the water.

Inside Black Wind Fort.

The defenders atop the walls watched the one-sided slaughter below, watched Lu Zhen, who was like a god of slaughter, and their morale completely collapsed.

Even General Zhao, a second-rate expert, had been beheaded with a single sword strike. What could they possibly use to stop him?

"Clang!"

No one knew who threw down their weapon first.

Then the sounds of weapons hitting the ground rang out in a chorus.

On the walls of Black Wind Fort, the fort lord's face was ashen, his legs trembling like a sieve. He watched helplessly as Zhao Xuan's head rolled across the ground, and the last line of defense in his heart completely crumbled.

"Open the gates!