"The king's divine might..." His eyes glimmered, and though his heart was truly joyful, he had initially planned to use the Myriad Beast Valley as a stepping stone. Now, with a vassal king like King Balman, it was indeed an unexpected joy. With beauty in his arms and power in hand, King Balman felt a surge of heroism and laughed heartily, saying, "Today, I accept your..." Just at that moment, urgent footsteps sounded from outside, and then a general burst into the camp, clad in armor, covered in blood. Half-kneeling on the ground, he seemed oblivious to the suddenly darkened expression of King Balman, bowing with respect, and said: "Reporting to the king!" "Feng... Feng Wu has arrived..." King Balman's brows relaxed, and he got up, striding to the front of the soldier, helping him up. He glanced around the crowd and laughed heartily, saying: "I thought I needed to rely on all of you, but it seems we have already succeeded. Someone, bring the wine." "Send someone to bring that traitor up!" The soldier raised his head, and at this moment, King Balman realized that this subordinate's face was pale and filled with terror. He paused slightly, and a voice that sounded as if swallowing a handful of sand echoed throughout the tent: "My king... he... he's attacking on his own." The entire tent fell into deathly silence. Then, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted! Like the sound of a muffled war drum, it instantly swept across the vast sky. Lü Taian's expression changed slightly. The first sound had not fully dissipated when the second and third sounds followed. It was as if the war drums came from a distant wilderness. Each sound seemed to step on everyone's heart, accompanied by a long cry. "Balman, Qin's Feng Wu is here!" King Balman's face turned angry, and he fiercely thrust the soldier in his hand to the ground, drawing his sword with his right hand, his fierce eyes sweeping over the subordinates around him, yelling: "Very well, very well!" "Such courage! Such bravery!" "Everyone, capture him for me!" Wang Anfeng stood at the front of the encampment, letting the red horse go. The road ahead no longer involved it. He looked at the dense military camp before him, stretching over tens of miles, feeling his breath unusually calm. Finally, he arrived here. He took a deep breath, and as Feng Wu, a surge of inappropriate heat emerged in his seasoned martial artist face. He naturally knew that with a Fifth Rank body clashing head-on with an army meant nine deaths and one survival. The army ahead was integrating rapidly, with martial artists using Qinggong leaping into the air, all holding weapons and looking at him, full of hostility, like a tide. It's the time now. Fresh chapters posted on novel-fire.ɴet His heart beat powerfully, and Wang Anfeng calmly leaned down, taking a flag from the hands of a severely injured cavalryman. It was merely an ordinary command flag, entirely in dark blue, and without the crimson flag, it was just a heavy green bamboo. With a snap, the command flag broke, and he held the green bamboo diagonally in hand. This world of the Parthian Empire is nothing but a stagnant pool. With the Royal Family, the Nobles, the Noble Clans, and the Sects, despite laws and regulations, they seemed useless. No one reasoned, no one listened, and the lives of the people were as insignificant as grass, trampled underfoot. Wang Anfeng walked forward slowly, his left hand reaching into his arms to take out a very rough mask, gently covering his face, whispering softly: "Nobles, Noble Clans." "Nation-thieving grand robbers, spirit-devouring great thieves." "Master, today, your disciple shall reason with the Parthian Empire..." Under the Bi'an mask, his eyes were bright, without a trace of hesitation, and his once gentle face was now mixed with a fiery spirit. With a shake of his right hand, part of the broken spear blade with the crimson battle flag was fiercely thrown forward and thrust out. Immediately, he dashed forward, each step propelling him over ten zhang, his heart beneath his chest pounding crazily. It was not the excitement of battle, nor was it fear, but rather a feeling like a surge of heroism, embracing a willingness to die without regret. After five years, the almost forgotten delusion reawakened in his heart. Ultimately, why are there heroes? Why did such audacious fantasies arise in youth? Does a hero necessarily need Martial Arts? Must they be bold and unrestrained? Do they have to be a certain way? Ultimately, a hero is nothing but a word. To rise against injustice when seen! Regardless of having Martial Arts, regardless of what kind of world one is in, those who can stand up for the weak are heroes. Before him was the injustice, where he should draw his sword! Beyond him, then, to clearly explain the simplest of principles to this world— A tumultuous shockwave exploded, and the iron-faced green bamboo person had already engaged the foremost troops in the most direct manner, darting into the formation before anyone noticed. His green bamboo retracted to his side, his body lowered slightly. The next moment, a terrifying shockwave lifted, and the surrounding troops were swept up like straw, flung away. The sound of weapons clashing was endless, and in the next moment, he surged forward again. King Balman, who was truly among the heavily protected, looked unhurriedly at the madman trapped in the encirclement, his expression contemptuous. Indeed, it was merely a madman rushing into the net, unworthy to be considered his opponent.