Killer! Star Luo Empire, Zhu Fan! Enough to Shake Mountains and Rivers!

Heaven Dou Empire, Wu Ping City.

Dark clouds were like ink, and the north wind growled low.

Raindrops the size of beans suddenly smashed down. At first they were only scattered, but in the blink of an eye they had formed streaks, until heaven and earth were a hazy gray.

At the city gate.

On the bluestone slab road, raindrops splashed up high and gathered into muddy little streams that flowed slowly... just like in days past.

Boom—!

A peal of thunder, deafening.

Dazzling lightning twisted like a horned dragon, lighting up the ink-black sky.

The old soldiers in charge of guarding the gate, drowsy and half asleep, were startled into a full-body shiver by the sudden thunder.

"Damn it, scared the hell out of me."

One of them spat, then looked at the curtain of rain stretching to the horizon outside the city gate and cursed, "The sky's turned into this ghostly mess today. Damn bad luck!"

"I was thinking guard duty was boring, and I could at least watch those fools wearing armor to build roads in weather this hot, pass the time a bit!"

"But with rain this heavy now... looks like we won't be seeing anything today!"

Just then.

A patrol soldier in armor strode over with a stern expression, brows tightly furrowed. "Look at how lazy each and every one of you is. Perk up, damn it!"

"Remember!"

"Wimp'an City has been building roads for the past half a year. They've never given up on revenge at all."

But those old soldiers did not care at all and chuckled. "Captain, relax."

"Those idiots from the Star Luo Empire actually started building roads before a battle, and they were so enthusiastic about it too."

"Now, the road's almost finished."

"But they have pitifully few siege engines. What are they going to fight with?"

"If they come, won't they just be delivering themselves to their deaths? Hahaha..."

Hearing this, the captain subconsciously nodded slightly in agreement, and a trace of disdainful amusement appeared on his face as well. "That's true."

"At their pace, it'll probably take another two months before they can prepare enough siege engines."

"What a pity!"

"If they knew that their every move was being watched by our City Lord, and that he's already requested aid from Heaven Dou City, with reinforcements arriving in half a month at most!"

"Wouldn't they be furious enough to die?"

"After all, the road they spent so much effort building was all for nothing!"

Just as the Heaven Dou men burst into laughter.

Whoosh—!

Suddenly, a gale swept past, making everyone's armor snap and flutter.

The soldiers in front of the city gate exchanged glances and froze slightly as a chill rose inexplicably in their hearts.

That feeling was as if they were prey... being watched by a ferocious beast!

Gulp~

They subconsciously swallowed, tightened their grips on their weapons, and stiffly, slowly turned around.

In an instant, they discovered in terror...

At some unknown point, a middle-aged man dressed in black had appeared behind them. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes carried a killing intent that made one's heart tremble.

"Who... who are you?"

The patrolling officer mustered his courage and shouted the question.

The black-clad man's lips curved slightly, revealing an ice-cold smile. "The man here to take your lives!"

Before his voice had faded.

Light had already flashed beneath the man's feet, and eight Soul Rings lit up abruptly: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

"A... a Soul Douluo?"

The soldiers' eyes were filled with terror.

"Third Soul Skill, Nether Flash!"

Following the man's low shout, his figure flickered rapidly like a ghost, as if he had appeared behind everyone at the same time.

The next second.

These soldiers only felt a chill strike their necks. Before they could make any reaction, they saw a line of blood slowly appear on the necks of their companions in front of them... and fresh blood flowed.

Thud, thud...

Then, one after another, they fell straight down.

"Remember this!"

"The one who kills you is Commander Zhu Fan of the Star Luo Empire!"

With that said, Zhu Fan looked at Wu Ping City's wide-open northern gate before him and revealed an excited smile. "Almost everyone subconsciously believes..."

"If you want to besiege a city, you must have enough siege equipment, and their eyes are almost all fixed on that siege equipment."

"But Chengfeng did the exact opposite!"

"From beginning to end, he never planned to storm Wu Ping by force at all. Everything—every single thing—was to numb the opponent!"

"Truly, he understood it like a god!"

And at that moment, the Wu Ping City soldiers on the city wall had already noticed the abnormality at the city gate.

When they hurried down and saw Zhu Fan and their fallen companion, their pupils shrank, their faces filled with shock.

"A Soul Douluo from the Star Luo Empire?!"

"How did he suddenly appear at the city gate? We didn't see anyone come over at all!"

Though they did not understand it, the commander leading them reacted extremely quickly.

He shouted at once, "Someone, go notify the City Lord! Tell him Wu'an City has attacked!"

Immediately after, he turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him. "The rest of you, charge! Kill him for me!"

"He's only one man!"

"Even if he is a Soul Douluo, with so many of us... even if we have to wear him down, we can drain his Soul Power dry!"

Zhu Fan looked at the defending general before him, whose face was full of fear, and revealed a faint smile of disdain. "Who said I was alone?"

Boom—!

At that moment, eight hundred meters outside Wu Ping City, a seemingly ordinary rock wall suddenly exploded apart.

"Kill!"

In an instant, the cries of battle rolled like thunder.

Two hundred Wu'an City soldiers clad in black armor and wielding long blades swept toward Wu Ping City's gate like a great wave.

Their eyes were bloodred, burning with the furious flames of revenge.

Zhu Fan looked back at the soldiers surging with momentum behind him, raised his arm, and shouted, "All soldiers, heed my command! Follow me and hold Wu Ping City's gate for half an hour!"

"Until the time is up, even if we fight to the last man, not one of you is allowed to take half a step back! Kill!"

The words fell.

Zhu Fan had already transformed into a shadowy blur, charging into the crowd first.

"Chengfeng, the rest is up to you!"

In the pouring rain, the world was veiled in a boundless curtain of water.

An army of around ten thousand advanced silently through the rain.

Their steps were orderly. The Black Armor on their bodies had been washed by the rain until it gleamed with a cold light, and the long spears clenched in their hands flashed with icy points.

Apart from the sound of rain striking their armor, there was not a single unnecessary noise...

Their discipline was so strict it inspired awe.

Flap, flap!

Suddenly, an Owl Martial Soul flapped through the heavy rain and merged into the body of a scout.

The scout immediately spurred his horse onward and swiftly arrived before the young general in silver armor at the head of the formation.

"Reporting to Your Highness, Lord Zhu Fan has succeeded!"

"He is now leading two hundred Vanguard Death Soldiers in a bloody battle against the Wu Ping City garrison at the northern gate!"

Boom—!

Thunder tore across the horizon, illuminating the young general's resolute face as rain slid down his sharply defined features.

"Good!"

The young man nodded slightly, then abruptly turned his head and roared at the army behind him, vast as a black torrent. "Now!"

"Everyone, charge with me! Reinforce Commander Zhu Fan!"

"Hyah!"

Dai Chengfeng's legs clamped hard against his horse's belly. The steed beneath him raised its head and neighed, then shot forward like an arrow loosed from the string, smashing through the puddles underfoot as it raced madly toward Wu Ping City.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...!

The great army behind him followed close, the sound of their march like rolling thunder, enough to shake mountains and rivers!