Feng Yexuan's sword stroke, though seemingly slow and without force, cleaved a massive fissure in the ground, stretching from his feet to the bandits' position.
Those who could, scrambled to dodge, their faces pale with fear.
The unlucky ones were struck by the invisible sword energy, bisected cleanly.
The scent of blood instantly became thick and cloying.
Chu Qianli averted her gaze.
Her vision was a blur of crimson.
Though she had witnessed countless battles, large and small, this was the first time she had seen such carnage so up close.
That man was truly terrifying!
If that sword were to fall upon her one day, would she too be split in two like that bandit?
The bandits gasped, retreating further.
"Take him away!" Feng Yexuan strode forward.
Two subordinates immediately hoisted up Hei Dangjia, whose hand tendons had been severed, and followed the prince.
Chu Qianli was shielded by the group, who seemed intent on preventing her from sustaining any harm.
"You... you really think you can, can walk out of here?"
Although the bandits feared the Xuan King's sword, they had thousands of brothers in the mountains.
Were they truly afraid of his mere dozen men?
Moreover, no matter how profound the Xuan King's inner strength, it would eventually be depleted.
With thousands of men, they refused to believe he could cut them all in half, one by one!
"Brothers, don't fear him, charge!"
"Anyone who dares to approach, I'll kill this person with one slash!"
At some point, a knife appeared in Chu Qianli's hand, its blade pressing against Hei Dangjia's neck.
"Xuan King, you resort to such despicable tactics!"
Feng Yexuan remained silent.
Such tactics were beneath him.
However, if his woman enjoyed using them, who were they to object?
Chu Qianli flicked her wrist, and the knife left a bright red gash on Hei Dangjia's neck.
"Tell them to stand down!"
"Don't... don't you dare...唔—" One of Hei Dangjia's ears was deeply sliced, blood gushing out.
In pain and fury, Hei Dangjia nearly lost consciousness from a single breath.
Chu Qianli then turned to the surrounding bandits, her voice cold, "Stand aside! Otherwise, I'll sever his neck!"
The Xuan King's power was astonishing, and he disdained such hostage tactics.
But she, Chu Qianli, was no gentleman.
If there was a faster, more convenient path, why not take it?
A direct confrontation, though the Xuan King was formidable, would be difficult against their sheer numbers.
Casualties were inevitable!
The bandits exchanged glances, still hesitant.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the foot of the mountain.
The sound of horseshoes, screams, and clashing steel... Chu Qianli's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed excitedly, "They're here!"
She grabbed Hei Dangjia by the hair, dragging him forward, and announced loudly, "My Lord, our people have arrived, let's fight!"
She actually addressed the God of War, the Xuan King, with a tone of command!
The brothers were stunned into silence!
What shocked them even more was that after the Xuan King responded with a simple "Good," he stepped forward and swung his sword towards the bandits...
...
The fierce battle raged for another half a day.
The bandits of Black Tiger Mountain were either dead, wounded, or had surrendered their weapons, or fled.
The tens of thousands of men in Black Tiger Stronghold were captured by their mere thousands.
The God of War, the Xuan King's achievements, were further etched into the annals of the imperial court.
However...
Han Zhan watched the woman washing herself by the river, his brow furrowed. "All of this is your accomplishment, yet you are truly willing to cede all honor to another?"
Or was it simply because he was her man?