The Demon Lords

Lord Zheng was ultimately a Sixth Rank martial artist, grasping the scabbard with his left hand, drawing the sword with his right, and raising it high forward.

The Pixiu also immediately kicked its hind legs off the ground, striving to raise its body higher to emphasize Lord Zheng’s might on its back, while letting out a long neigh.

Meanwhile, the surrounding Snow Sea cavalry simultaneously drew their swords, rhythmically striking the armor on their bodies, creating a solemn and murderous sound.

Lord Zheng shouted:

"Mighty Yan State!"

The collective Snow Sea cavalry echoed:

"Mighty Lord!"

"Mighty Lord!"

Lord Zheng shouted again:

"Victory to Yan State!"

"Victory to the Lord!"

"Victory to the Lord!"

Instantly, the roar pierced the heavens, and the surrounding wild noble clans felt sweat forming on their foreheads.

Though the Snow Sea cavalry were few in number, each had superior armor, and their riding and archery skills were exceptional, rivaling the elite iron cavalry of Lord Jingnan’s army.

This kind of cavalry, on the snow plains, often could be used to match five.

In days past, Lord Jingnan had led thirty thousand troops into the snow plains, wiping out clans and capturing forts unhindered. Now, without a king leading them, the wild tribes on the snow plains were merely a loose collection, far inferior to their former selves.

At this moment,

a swordsman clad in white with a bamboo hat slowly walked out from the back of the ranks.

Instantly, he captured everyone’s attention.

Even Feng Guan and Zhang Yuanshan, who were observing behind Lord Zheng, were unaware that such a figure was in their ranks when leaving the city.

The princess slightly opened the carriage curtain, watching the white-clad swordsman pass by her carriage.

Beside her, Zhao Cheng curiously asked:

"Who is this man?"

Immediately,

Zhao Cheng suddenly realized,

covering his mouth.

As this white-clad swordsman approached, many already guessed his identity.

Former reviews in the street spoke of four great swordsmen,

Nowadays,

few still say such things,

The four swordsmen have become part of the past, for one person has transcended the original trio.

That person is,

The Sword Saint of Jin Land.

Before Snow Sea Pass,

he slew the wild people’s general,

and even broke a thousand cavalry with one stroke.

Li Liangshen remained in the military, the sword master never drew his sword, the Baili Sword once retreated from battle before Yan State cavalry outside the imperial capital,

Among countless swordsmen under heaven,

who could shine alongside him?

Rumors have it,

after the battle at Snow Sea Pass, the Sword Saint of Jin Land disappeared.

Some say he perished in that great battle, for truly when you think about it, the feat of one man slaughtering a thousand riders is too terrifying, how could human strength achieve such a thing? To enforce such a feat is against Heaven, and surely destined for an unfortunate end.

Others say he left Snow Sea Pass after the battle, living freely in the streets, perhaps with a sword and a jug of wine, sitting in some teahouse corner, listening to storytellers recount tales about him;

Also, some say the Sword Saint might still be by Lord Pingye’s side!

This notion was met with much criticism,

one being Lord Pingye is a Yan person, while the Sword Saint is a Jin person,

Yan people hold a grudge against Jin people for the destruction of their state, seeing the Sword Saint help Lord Pingye by driving away the wild people was already benevolent beyond compare, how could he possibly seek a high position to become a servant of Yan State thereafter?

Secondly, for someone like the Sword Saint, who transcends the four great swordsmen to form his own stature, if he were to wield a sword for others, wouldn’t it shatter the dreams of countless young heroes and heroines in sword cultivation?

However,

today’s scene,

equals proving to the world,

the Sword Saint of Jin Land,

is still at Snow Sea Pass!

When the Sword Saint appeared, all wild noble clans present felt chills down their spines, the most famous battle of the Sword Saint was forged from the blood of the wild people.

The Sword Saint walked to Lord Zheng’s side,

extended his hand,

and lifted the reins on the Pixiu’s neck.

Amongst the stunned faces,

the Sword Saint of Jin Land,

served as a horse tender for Lord Pingye.

The man was invited by Lord Zheng, saying he sought help to strengthen the atmosphere.

The Sword Saint asked why?

Lord Zheng stated he was about to head to the imperial capital, and his original plan to deploy troops to the snow plains had been halted. He needed to intimidate the snow plains’ tribes before departing for the capital, to deter them from causing trouble.

Using the wild people as an excuse was very reasonable.

Lord Zheng excelled at using grand causes to deceive honest people.

The Sword Saint agreed,

but on one condition,

As your horse tender, you must fetch water for my family’s water jar for three days.

Therefore, these few days, after practicing sword skills, Lord Zheng instead of directly bathing like before, fetched water for the house next door.

Glory in public, hardship in private;

the ancient truly didn’t deceive me.

But in the eyes of surrounding people, it was entirely different.

Why was Lord Jingnan so terrifying? Because he had elite cavalry of Jingnan’s army in his command, and Lord Jingnan himself was a powerful existence at the peak of Third Rank Martial Cultivator.

Lord Zheng had over twenty thousand Snow Sea iron cavalry, combined with the Sword Saint at his side, leading people to imagine, given time, wouldn’t this be another Tian Wujing?

The troops marched to the parade ground,

Lord Zheng dismounted,

walked to the carriage,

The carriage curtain was drawn open,

The princess emerged.

Clad in splendid attire, she was truly dazzling, her noble aura inherent to royalty was impossible to feign.

Lord Zheng held the princess’s hand, assisting her down from the carriage, then the lord walked ahead, the princess following behind, the two proceeded together, stepping onto the parade platform.

The surrounding wild noble clans were part of the tribes near Snow Sea Pass, those farther away hadn’t been invited by Snow Sea Pass.

In the layout against the snow plains, naturally, it could not involve any genocide, just as with the desert, the snow plains were extremely vast. One must draw in a part, strike another part, and divide yet another part for maximum benefit.