A stroke of red, a calamity of beauty

  Jiǔ yīn huāng le, zhè cì, zhēn de dǎ cóng xīn dǐ shēng qǐ yī gǔ jué wàng de kǒng jù.

  Translation:

  Jiu Yin was panicked, this time, a desperate fear really rose from the bottom of her heart.

  Is this man next to her an enemy? Does he want to torment her to death?

  His breath was both hot and unsettling, yet cold and intimidating.

  Between cold and heat, all were forcing her to a desperate situation by Sen Han.

  Closing her eyes, she said calmly: "I want to live, Qing Cheng, I want to live!"

  She was well aware that her life and death now hung in the balance of a single thought in the Warlord's mind.

  Along with her scream, the sound of War Cry City's absolute zero echoed.

  He raised his arm, and the Moon Slasher flew out of his hand, shooting towards the city gate. Wherever it went, the ground was instantly split open with deep cracks by the knife wind.

  "Retreat!" He closed his eyes, covering up all the emotions at the bottom of his eyes. When those dark pupils opened again, there was no longer any ripple: "Pass on my order, the army retreats!"

  With a loud "clang", the heavy Moon-Slaying Sword sliced through the enemy army from above, finally embedding itself deep into the city gate.

  The enemy troops who could not dodge fell down in a heap, blood instantly staining a corner of the sky red.

  Feng Chen's finger paused at the tip, his eyes cast downward to gaze at that tall and majestic figure floating below, his cold and detached eyes suddenly flashing with a hint of bloodthirsty ferocity.

  "Are you willing to give up everything for a woman?"

  The sound is quiet and gentle, but due to its profound inner strength, it easily reaches the heart of every person.

  Zhan Qingcheng didn't say a word, his gaze fixed on the slender figure standing at the city gate.

  In the Western City, twelve riders apart, one person rode a horse forward and said in a low voice: "General, you can't!"

  Zhan Qingcheng's eyes turned cold, and with a sudden swing of her arm, a sharp gust of wind shot out.

  After a dull thud, the twelve riders were thrown off their horses and fell heavily to the ground.

  He spat out the turbid blood from his mouth, crawled up from the ground, and returned to the war horse beside the city wall, from head to toe, without making a sound.

  "Whoever disobeys... will be beheaded!"

  A low and mellow voice, startling everyone's heart with a tremble.

  The brothers of the Twelve Riders lowered their heads, clenched their fists tightly, and though they were unwilling in their hearts, could only reply in a low voice: "Yes, General!"

  Turning around, facing all his brothers, he gritted his teeth and said: "The army listens to orders, retreat!"

  Behind him were tens of thousands of troops, but there was no movement at all.

  His face sank, and he shouted: "Withdraw! Withdraw immediately, those who disobey orders will be beheaded!"

  After a moment of silence, tens of thousands of people and horses suddenly held their breath, turned around, and began to retreat.

  Military orders are like mountains.

  They followed the general for many years and never questioned his orders.

  Although they swept across the desert and experienced a thousand hardships to get here, although Wolf's Fang Island was within reach, and although this was the only place that the general's father had not conquered in his lifetime, it was also the place where the general's mother met her demise...

  But the general's orders, they still dare not disobey!

  A reputation that once shook the world, lost in an instant, all for a woman who had already been defiled by the enemy.

  A beauty is a calamity, from now on, another stroke of brush in history.

  In her eyes, that slender and elegant figure was still under the enemy's control, her thin body almost completely exposed, like a snow-covered arm bound, two long legs lightly trembling in the cold spring wind...

  But her clear and translucent eyes stared at him unwaveringly, and the flash of determination to survive that flickered in the depths of her eyes was something he could accurately capture even from a distance.

  The heavy helmet was taken off and carelessly thrown away, facing the approaching wolf-toothed soldiers who were slowly getting closer to himself.

  The War God's shield, who wouldn't want it?

  The garrison of Wolf's Fang Island, hundreds of greedy soldiers rushed forward, just to take down the commander who was famous throughout the entire Violet River Continent, like a legend.

  The armor was casually thrown out, wherever it went, dust and sand filled the sky, with what seemed like a gentle breeze blowing up, hundreds of soldiers' bodies were blown away in an instant.

  Falling down, wailing, is the price of being greedy.

  The silver-white helmet was taken off, and with the wind and sand falling, it shone brightly in the golden sunlight.

  But then all the soldiers on Wolf's Fang Island retreated far away, and no one dared to come forward to accept it.

  Armor stripped off, outside the city gate, a white shirt fluttered in the wind, black silk hair radiating an icy cold light, a tall figure leaped up, stepping on the clear breeze, approaching the city tower...