A Hundred-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast Appears, Three Thousand Iron Riders Kneel and Beg for Mercy!

Su Chen stepped out the door.

The commotion from the entire long street had already reached his ears.

The dull thunder of iron hooves shattering stone slabs was as dense as a torrential downpour.

The sharp clang of armor colliding merged into a river of steel.

Torchlight danced wildly across the walls on both sides.

The Royal Knight Corps.

Fully armed, three men to a row, their spearheads forming a forest.

From one end of the street to the other, they packed every inch of space.

The alleyways on both sides had also been completely sealed off by infantry.

Three thousand men had surrounded one street. Not even a rat could escape.

At the very front of the formation, atop a tall black warhorse, Xue Beng wore gilded armor, his cloak whipping madly in the night wind.

Behind him stood two Royal Guards at the Soul Sage level, their auras heavy and restrained, their Spirit Rings flickering in and out of sight.

The Fourth Prince, Xue Beng.

Nineteen years old, a legitimate prince of the Heaven Dou Empire. His mother was Consort Liu, and his maternal family controlled half the grain merchants in Heaven Dou City.

Among Heaven Dou City's powerful elite, he was nicknamed "Mad Dog."

Not because he was mad, but because he never chose his targets when he bit.

Su Chen stood on the steps outside the stronghold, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

His gaze passed through layer upon layer of spears and landed precisely on Xue Beng's face.

"Are you Su Chen?"

Xue Beng sat high atop his horse, examining him as though he were merchandise. The curve of his lips carried the innate arrogance of a noble scion.

"A bastard who crawled out of some godforsaken corner killed a few worthless thugs, and now