As the soldiers’ malevolent aura dissipated, Chong Xuan Sheng, with a single hand, seized Ji Cheng’s head, having brutally torn it from his neck. Turning, he surveyed the battlefield.

Of the five thousand Autumn Kill army soldiers he had led, only seven hundred remained.

In this battle, Chong Xuan Sheng had beheaded the enemy general and seized the flag, earning him immense merit once again.

However, over four thousand three hundred elite soldiers of the Autumn Kill army, whom he had personally led, had perished on the path of their charge.

As the saying goes, one general’s achievement is built upon the withered bones of ten thousand.

With no time for sentiment, Chong Xuan Sheng leaped into the air, holding the old general’s head aloft, and roared: “This general has beheaded the enemy! Ji Cheng is dead!”

The surviving Autumn Kill army soldiers near the command platform all shouted in unison: “Behead the general!”

As the sky-blue battle flag on the command platform tilted, Jiang Wang, with one hand, grasped the flag and shook it in the air: “I have seized the flag!”

The soldiers again shouted together: “Seize the flag!”

Across the entire battlefield, the morale of the Yang army plummeted to rock bottom.

Those Yang soldiers fighting fiercely to rescue the main camp’s command platform lost their primary support in that instant.

Just at this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out from the rear army.

“General Ji’s spirit will live on! People of Yang! Follow me, Yang Jian De, and charge!”

“In this battle, I, Yang Jian De, will only know death!”

The great Yang army was on the verge of collapse, yet after this voice, they suddenly revived: “Only death!”

When that sky-blue battle flag fell, Yang Jian De watched in silence.

He had been waiting silently for a long time, but Chong Xuan Chu Liang had not given him a single opportunity.

He silently watched the Yang soldiers fight bathed in blood, often four or five soldiers exchanging their lives for one Autumn Kill army soldier.

He watched as the army formation charged into the heart of the main camp, and also watched the moth-to-flame like resistance near the command platform.

He watched both sides display exceptionally tenacious fighting will.

He watched old General Ji Cheng receive the starlight of the White Tiger Sacred Tower – he knew Ji Cheng’s situation intimately. Among the Four Sacred Towers, this man, apart from the White Tiger Tower, had his other starlight dim, even losing contact.

For so many years, powerful as Ji Cheng was, why had he been unable to advance to the Divine Arrival realm? Others said it was because Ji Cheng was old, but how could he not know that it was because Qi’s powerful individuals had constantly obstructed and suppressed him in secret?

Ji Cheng had dedicated his entire life to the country, yet his country, Yang, had been unable to protect such a renowned general.

From a youthful hero to a white-haired elder, only Yang country owed Ji Cheng, never the other way around.

He watched with wide-open eyes as Ji Cheng’s entire family became loyal martyrs, his son, his grandson, down to the man himself.

Finally, he also watched that flag, representing the Sky Hero Ji clan, that sky-blue battle flag fall.

The Emotion Severing Absolute Desire Blood Demon Scripture had almost eradicated his emotions.

But for reasons unknown, he felt a pain in his heart!

A pain that pierced through his heart!

Yang Jian De urged his warhorse, frantically urging his warhorse.

This horse, almost possessing the strength of a demonic beast and considered a treasure steed, was fundamentally insufficient to match his mood.

He charged.

Not claiming to be alone or widowed.

Not in the identity of a country lord.

But as a person of Yang country, leading a team to charge.

Following him were the ten thousand soldiers from Cang Feng City who had selflessly reported for duty for their country.

Like a surging flood, they rolled over the battlefield, driving the bewildered Yang army soldiers and forcefully pulling back the almost collapsing war situation.

He was the lord of Yang country; when necessary, he must fight to the death at the forefront.

And at this moment, on the command platform of the Autumn Kill army’s main camp, Chong Xuan Chu Liang, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, took a large step forward.

“Why did I not confront Ji Cheng in command?”

“Because Yang Jian De was nurturing essence and accumulating sharpness, and so was I!”

“Facing Yang Jian De, I dared not be distracted!”

“But he… was distracted!”

Chong Xuan Chu Liang also did not mount a horse, directly leaving the command platform and stepping through the air to charge forward.

“All soldiers, listen to my command!”

He drew out the fearsome Life Severing Blade and roared: “A petty country, daring to offend the might of heaven! Follow me and chop down this rebel!”

The ten thousand personal troops of his division followed closely behind, all throwing themselves into the battlefield.

From the perspective of the entire war situation, Yang Jian De led his soldiers to join the battlefield from the rear of the Yang army.

Chong Xuan Chu Liang led his army to kill out directly from the center of the Qi army’s position.

Because at this time, the main battlefield was already concentrated in the center, even the rear of the Yang country army’s position.

The front line of the Autumn Kill army had already pushed to this point.

In other words, the Yang army was at its last moment!

This was the final charge.

Both sides were very clear on this point.

Unless Yang Jian De could instantly break through Chong Xuan Chu Liang’s formation with a single charge.

But how difficult would that be?

On the battlefield, sometimes it’s just a comparison of patience.

Perhaps Yang Jian De’s patience was not inferior to Chong Xuan Chu Liang’s, but the situation did not allow him to wait any longer.

Without waiting for the Autumn Kill army’s casualties to reach the point where Chong Xuan Chu Liang would be unable to avoid the warning line, the great Yang army had already collapsed one step earlier.

He could only lead his team to launch first.

But Chong Xuan Chu Liang launched later yet arrived first.

Because the quality of the soldiers on both sides was completely different. The Yang army was originally not as strong as the Qi army, and moreover, Yang Jian De led a mixed force, while Chong Xuan Chu Liang led the elite among elites.

The two teams of fresh troops met behind Ji Cheng’s command platform, colliding… killing!

No matter whether it was the enemy or ourselves, it was actually very difficult to understand why Yang Jian De personally led a ten thousand-strong mixed force.

Perhaps it was because the Yang army was weak, lacking sufficient elite soldiers, and needed to conserve the exhausted Ji Cheng’s forces. Or perhaps Yang Jian De was confident in his ability to command troops and did not need to expend strong soldiers.

Before engaging, Chong Xuan Chu Liang also thought so.

However, Yang Jian De repeatedly sought battle with Chong Xuan Chu Liang, naturally having his confidence.

His confidence lay in inheriting the ancient demon path ancestor’s peerless demonic skill, the Emotion Severing Absolute Desire Blood Demon Skill!

Before engaging, Yang Jian De’s body was still covered in the golden light emitted by the Yang clan’s secret scripture, the Great Sun Golden Flame Art, appearing majestic and radiant.

What was terrifying was that in the instant of engagement, the ten thousand soldiers who charged with Yang Jian De all ignited with blood flames!

Because Yang Xuan Ce often stationed in Cang Feng City, although mischievous, he was very popular. The lives of the people in this city domain were different from other places, and their support for the Yang court was also stronger than in other cities.

These righteous soldiers from Cang Feng City understood the affairs of the country and bravely came forward.

Yang Jian De accepting them as personal soldiers, including them under his command, also made them feel honored.

Before the war, they were given curse talismans. Although they didn’t know their purpose, they all carried them.

Yang Jian De personally taught them simple formations. Although they didn’t understand their use, they all remembered them carefully.

Yet, they did not expect this to be a life-urging talisman!

Ten thousand soldiers all ignited with blood flames simultaneously, in an instant, turning into blood flames with no corpses remaining.

Then the blood flame blossomed, all entering Yang Jian De’s body, dyeing him crimson.

The golden light on his body turned into blood light, the light of virtue turned into the light of evil!

The entire battlefield was quiet for an instant.

Yang Jian De raised his voice and shouted: “My good sons of Yang country, with your bodies you donate to the country, helping me achieve divine skill!”

“I, Yang Jian De, must defend my homeland to the death, allowing the heroes to close their eyes!”

To say he was ashamed, perhaps not entirely without. To say he was cruel, not without.

However, Yang Jian De was very clear, after the destruction of his Sky Hero army, he had no other choice!

Qi’s invasion of Yang was subtle; in his early years, he had exhausted his mind and paid all efforts, yet could only barely sustain the Yang country’s state and altars.

He had already seen through all of this!

The rise of Qi country was the great misfortune of Yang country.

Being born as the lord of Yang country, and possessing a belly full of strategies and a body full of great talent, was his, Yang Jian De’s, great misfortune.

Beside a towering giant tree, there is no space for杂 growth, neither sunlight nor dew.

Cultivating the Emotion Severing Absolute Desire Blood Demon Skill was forced, and also his only hope.

If born in the chaotic era of the Eastern Domain, he, Yang Jian De, was confident that he would be a generation of heroic lords. If born in an ordinary family, he could also become a generation of powerful individuals, exhausting his life in cultivation until the end.

However, he was born in the current era of the Eastern Domain, born in the current Yang country.

Carrying the state and altars of twenty-seven generations on his shoulders.

He had no choice.

He had repeatedly told himself this, he had no choice!

So he could ruthlessly kill those of his direct bloodline.

So he could sit by and watch Ji Cheng’s death – the person who had once taught him to draw a bow, taught him to use soldiers.

Things had come to this point; killing these ten thousand righteous soldiers again was not a matter of whether he should or not.

If he died here, all matters would cease. If he chopped down Chong Xuan Chu Liang, reversing the situation and turning the tide of this battle, then everything would be explained in time.

From ancient times to the present, success makes a king, defeat makes a bandit, and one general’s achievement is built upon the withered bones of ten thousand!