Chen Ping's Sword

The cavalry, like a long serpent, had Yan Beifei at its forefront. When they reached the drawbridge at the city gate, they did not stop at all.

The figure in red robes and golden armor at the front simply swung a striking azure sword light.

The sword light expanded with the wind, stretching for several miles.

It severed the suspension cables, shattered the city gate, and extended forward straight ahead. The formation of the Seven Fiends Army behind the gate was swept by this sword light, and hundreds fell simultaneously.

In an instant, the mournful cries and screams erupted like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

The soldiers had no trace of fighting spirit left.

As the sword light landed, a streak of frost-white splashed open like water waves.

Some people, while running, were already turning into ice sculptures, maintaining strange postures. Then, they were swept by the tiny blue lightning bursting from the ensuing sword light, transforming into blue-red ice crystals, scattering across the ground.

With one move, the city was broken, the formations shattered, and the Yin Thunder stretched continuously, sweeping out a large, open space ahead.

Yan Beifei didn’t glance at the fleeing Seven Fiends Army soldiers but instead looked at the city, pinpointed the direction, and headed straight for the Great Celestial King’s Mansion in Qiuluo Prefecture.

From start to finish, his horse’s speed did not decrease.

Apart from swinging a sword, he did not attack again, yet no one dared to block his way.

"It’s Yan Beifei, the Grand Governor of the Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry has arrived, hurry and flee."

"The court’s army has arrived, the situation is irreversible, go quickly, lest it’s too late."

Among the rumbling sounds, those who were perceptive had already recognized which divine force this domineering army charging into the city belonged to.

They no longer had any confidence in the Seven Fiends Army.

Immediately, they gathered their families, rushed to pack their belongings, and fled the city in panic before the Imperial Army set its sights on them.

The commoners could flee, the prominent families could flee.

However, the primary target, the Great Celestial King of the Seven Fiends, Xiao Wenzhong, and the Third Celestial King Xiao Changle, were feasting and rejoicing, surrounded by dozens of scantily clad women.

Watching them eagerly serve, offering dance and performances...

Amidst the instruments and music, a mix of rich fragrance and the scent of fat combined, creating a feeling seemingly out of this world.

"Fighting fiercely day in and day out, risking life and limb, for what? Truly for these mud-legged people? Why can’t they understand?"

Xiao Wenzhong sat at the head seat, enjoying the wine flowing over fragrant tongues, and in a moment of drunkenness, inadvertently spoke his true thoughts.

Yet, those present were all trusted confidants, so he had no fear of it being leaked.

As for these women, they had no chance to spread the word.

"Indeed, opening granaries and seizing territories are merely methods, but those fools truly believed it. They even urged elder brother to vie for the position of King of Jiangnan, cough cough..."

Xiao Changle nearly choked on the wine and, while laughing, a sliver of menace appeared in his eyes: "That bear-headed fool might have gotten water in his brain, buying hearts far and wide, yet some people were moved by him, why not..."

Just as he was speaking, thunderous hoofbeats erupted in their ears.

The ground of the luxurious mansion began to tremble slightly, and the ripples formed in the wine.

This roar overpowered even the sound of three orchestras playing instruments.

"Galloping inside the city, a large cavalry unit, something’s wrong."

Xiao Wenzhong leaped up, the murderous aura from his Three-Pavilion Great Saber surged skyward, but before reaching the peak, he saw midair a deep blue sword light enveloped in endless thunder crashing down.

In the corner of his eye, he also glimpsed the long street outside the mansion, atop a fine steed, the imposing red-robed, golden-armored general.

"Profound Frost Yin Thunder, Yan Beifei."

Xiao Wenzhong had long heard reports, the tens of thousands of Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry under Grand Governor Yan Beifei were sailing the Tower Ships down the Qingjiang River straight to Jiangnan...

But he never imagined that the opponent wouldn’t head for Vice Capital Youjing nor Xingqing Prefecture, instead, they diverted to attack his Three Prefectures.

Even if they win, so what?

Never before had the Imperial Army attacked grassroots rebels; this was entirely unreasonable.

Crack...

As the Yin Thunder sword light descended like a waterfall.

Xiao Wenzhong, who had just leaped up, fell faster than he had risen, transforming into a meteor, crashing down.

His body was already covered in frost and snow, the Three-Pavilion Great Saber in his hand curved and froze, the courtyard turned a frost-blue, all the dancers and servants were instantly swept by the incoming blue light wave, transformed into ice sculptures.

Remaining Xiao Changle and several military leaders, possessing stronger skills, struggled to crawl outward, but were heavily injured and could not escape.

With one sword stroke, the entire Great Celestial King’s mansion became a frosty northern realm, resembling a Crystal Palace, the cold biting.

If it were only the cold, it would be tolerable.

The key was, as the sword light fell, waves of Yin Thunder emerged from nothing, buzzing and resonating, reducing the pavilions, towers, and frozen bodies to powder.

Such might.

And the opponent had only wielded a single sword.

Xiao Wenzhong vomited several mouthfuls of fresh blood, turning into ice beads in midair, rolling to the ground, feeling his entire True Qi frozen, muscles and bones numb, unable even to sense much pain.

His heart was filled with terror, tears and mucus gushed out, touching air was enough to transform into ice crystals.

"No, Grand Governor, this king... Xiao is willing to surrender."

Yan Beifei remained seated on his horse, the corner of his mouth curling into a mocking sneer, as he coldly remarked, "What use do I have for such a waste? Wasting food?"

Saying this, the sword light changed from vertical chop to horizontal sweep, slicing across Xiao Wenzhong’s neck, watching his head explode into ice and frost, shattered into pieces by the Yin Thunder, then ordered, "Army, enter the city, capture the soldiers, and seize the Three Prefectures. You all follow me eastward to test the prowess of the East Celestial King Jiang Yuanhao..."

Yan Beifei chuckled lightly, ignoring the panicked fleeing citizens throughout the city, leading his three thousand troops through the city straight toward East Sea County.

Although the Seven Fiends Army reportedly had seven commanders, under the court’s mighty intelligence network, he had long known that only the so-called Seven Fiends Army Great Celestial King Xiao Wenzhong had truly reached the Unity Realm Grandmaster. The rest were negligible.

After slaying Xiao Wenzhong.

The remaining leaders, his Imperial Forest Brave Cavalry, there were at least dozens who could easily kill them.

To learn martial skills, to offer them to the Emperor.

While Jianghu had many masters, each noble sect had emerging talents, yet, compared to any force, in personnel, in depth, in martial arts, in literary talents, how could they possibly compare to the court?

Among these rebels, there might be a few masters, known in Jianghu as dominant figures.

Nonetheless, such masters at the Emperor’s command are but ordinary.

As Grand Governor of the Imperial Army, with such vision, how could he regard these grassroots figures?

He aimed to swiftly obliterate two rebel forces, unite the noble sects, join several forces, to counter Chen Ping.

At this moment, he naturally paid little attention to details.