A fist carrying enough force to overwhelm mountains and rivers swept across seventy zhang!
With a single punch, blood mist filled the air.
Six hundred master archers collapsed to the ground, unable even to stand.
These were all true martial warriors who cultivated archery-based internal arts, their bowmanship bordering on the divine-the prized weapons of the Capital Camp!
Countless soldiers felt their hair stand on end. That punch utterly overturned everything they knew.
It had always been an immutable truth that even the most arrogant Jianghu warriors faced countless hindrances on a battlefield.
What a terrifying punch that had been!
Drenched in blood, Jia Huan sprang from the ground and strode above the battlefield.
I have to break the master archers first!
He could sense the tremendous threat they posed. One careless moment, and even the Eight Hundred Vajras could die beneath their bolts.
The twenty-seven thousand embroidered-uniform cavalry drew ever closer. Jia Huan headed straight for the left flank. He had to hack a clear road to Desheng Gate through that flank by sheer force!
After that single punch, the boundless ranks of armored soldiers fell into panic. Rumors could never compare to the shock of witnessing it firsthand. Seeing this, the Capital Camp's commanders dispatched execution squads, maintaining order for the moment through summary killings.
Yet in that opening of disorder, the embroidered-uniform cavalry came charging. They never forgot Lord Jia's command-
Do not stop charging!
Inside the tower, Wang Ziteng's face was livid. This fiend's martial prowess was actually this terrifying. Steadying himself, he roared hoarsely:
"Kill the rebel and serve your sovereign loyally! Sever his limbs and be granted a dukedom! A single piece of his flesh will earn you a marquisate!"
The military order passed down through the ranks.
"Kill the rebel and serve your