“Your Majesty, having received the Mandate of Heaven, may you enjoy boundless longevity!”

“Long live Your Majesty, long live, long long live!” The Southern Dynasty soldiers within the city and atop the walls, oblivious to the howling sword light, were deeply immersed in the miracle of their Emperor's second resurrection.

They excitedly brandished their weapons, shouting “Long live!”

They steadfastly believed that their Emperor was the true Son of Heaven, the earthly ruler chosen by destiny.

And the beautiful woman in the magnificent Chang skirt, radiating maternal glory, was regarded by the soldiers as a goddess descended to earth, assisting His Majesty.

Past grievances, resentment, and anger towards the Emperor vanished at this moment. The Imperial City Guard and the inner city defense forces, rushing over, heard the earth-shattering cheers from the city walls and secretly rejoiced that they had pulled back from the brink and turned back in time.

Following a divinely aided Majesty to resist foreign enemies still offered a glimmer of hope; surrender would undoubtedly lead to a terrible end.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the streak of sword light in the sky, almost bursting into tears of joy, thinking, *You deadbeat, you're finally here! If you didn't come, your trusted brother would've been overthrown!*

Of course, in front of countless defenders, he still had to maintain his dignity, proclaiming in a loud voice, "Our Grand Marshal has come to defend the Emperor!"

Only then did the crowd notice the meteor-like sword light in the sky. At first glance, it was still far away, but in the blink of an eye, it descended upon the city walls with the force of wind and thunder.

Then, the crowd heard the thunderous sonic boom belatedly arrive.

Looking closely, the newcomer had handsome features, wore blood-stained armor, and draped a magnificent black gold-embroidered cloak, exuding majesty and handsomeness, with a touch of iron and blood.

It was none other than Yang Ce, Fu Qingyang, who guarded Linxia City. His eyes, like a cold pond, swept across the field, looking at Zhang Yuanqing.

The latter immediately landed on the city wall, standing shoulder to shoulder with Fu Qingyang, facing the enemies above.

The enemies in the capital had already been wiped out, but Xiao Yuan, the Palace Master, and the Red Fire Gang Leader had been invaded by corpse curse Yin energy and could no longer fight; they could only provide support at most.

"Heal me a bit," Zhang Yuanqing whispered, explaining the situation in the most concise language.

"The Demon Eye and Xia Hou Aotian were left by me in Linxia to contain the main force of the Northern Dynasty. Only eight hundred elites followed," Fu Qingyang's explanation was even briefer.

Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the moon, and a cavalry was rushing towards the city gate, traveling day and night.

He retracted his gaze and said, "My sets are all on cooldown, and the Yata Mirror is also on cooldown. Currently, the only thing that can fight alongside you, Boss, is this exhausted body."

Fu Qingyang turned his head, scrutinized him for a few moments, and said indifferently, "Somewhat useful, but also useless."

*Boss, you're hurting my self-esteem!* Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly.

On the other side, Tuoba Guanghe waited for a moment, and seeing that no more Dominator-level powerhouses were coming, he finally turned his attention to Yang Ce and Zhao Shun on the city walls, the two core figures of the Southern Dynasty.

"Yang Ce, without Yan Wan Ren Tu and that annoying artificer to help you, your death is at hand. Do you dare to fight me?"

With his level, it was not difficult to see that the red-skirted woman holding the bronze pot had stagnant Yin energy and her spiritual power was not flowing smoothly. Although she possessed the status of a Grandmaster, she was merely a decoration.

And the Yin creature in strange clothing could be killed with a single punch; it was not worth worrying about.

He had already figured out Zhao Shun's strength and could kill him in three moves.

The three Grandmasters were not worth worrying about.

Yang Ce was also not his opponent. Capturing the capital was imperative.

Fu Qingyang and Zhang Yuanqing exchanged glances, the former with a stern expression, the latter with firm eyes.

The cloak fluttered in the night wind.

Fu Qingyang raised his head and looked at Tuoba Guanghe coldly, saying, "Tuoba, you've roamed the northern and southern martial worlds, defeating all the martial artists in the world in search of defeat. You joined the court as a general, campaigning north and south for more than a decade, without a single defeat. I also want to know, on this battlefield, whether the Yanshi reigns supreme, or the ancient God of War dominates."

In the clear and aloof voice echoing, he raised both hands, and countless invisible threads gushed out from his fingertips, scattering across the sky, connecting to the heads of the defending soldiers on the city walls. Two thousand soldiers simultaneously lowered their heads.

As Fu Qingyang waved his hands, two thousand soldiers simultaneously rose into the air, leaping down from the twenty-meter-high city wall.

Tuoba Guanghe landed from a high position, directly facing the surging enemy forces, revealing an excited expression.

He and Fu Qingyang had fought once in Linxia, and the other party had always been steady, firmly defending the city walls, never using the art of controlling soldiers to gamble with him on the battlefield.

He immediately waved his hand and laughed wildly, "Jue Que Army, meet the enemy!"

Four hundred heavy cavalry soldiers rushed out, the heavy hooves causing the ground to tremble slightly. The warhorses of the Jue Que Army were the strongest and tallest breeds from the grasslands.

The grassland tribes did not like this kind of horse because they were not fast enough and lacked agility.

They had strong explosive power, but not enough endurance. Although they were good steeds for charging into formations, they were not suitable for long-distance raids and could not fight protracted battles.

But in the Northern Dynasty, with its developed smelting technology, it was a meat grinder on the battlefield, a heavy cavalry that charged and smashed.

Facing the oncoming steel torrent, the two thousand soldiers showed no fear. The front row of one hundred soldiers uniformly leaned over and swung their battle blades at the horses' legs.

The warhorses wailed and fell to the ground. The Jue Que Army warriors on horseback rolled out, and the heavy cavalry behind them swarmed forward, lightly slashing off the heads of those who had cut the horses' legs.

A Jue Que Army soldier who had been thrown off rolled several times, and as soon as he sprang up, he was pierced through the heart by a charging Southern Dynasty soldier. The Jue Que Army warrior grinned ferociously, and with a backhand, he stabbed through the soldier's chest. The splattered blood did not drip, but turned into a blood mist of spiritual energy, pouring into the Jue Que Army warrior's nostrils, becoming an elixir for nourishing his body and repairing his injuries.

"Pfft!"

A local earth ghoul assassinated, slashing off the Jue Que Army warrior's head with a single blow, but just after killing the enemy, he was split in half by the heavy cavalry behind him.

The heavy cavalry was like a sharp knife, directly inserting into the abdomen of the two thousand defending soldiers, forcibly cutting the formation in half.

Tuoba Guanghe's army was well-disciplined, and his training was even more rigorous. Especially the Jue Que Army, each soldier was a carefully selected elite from the army, personally taught and cultivated by him for ten years to achieve this scale.

For the five hundred Jue Que Army soldiers, the baseline for ordinary soldiers was a first-rate expert; the centurions were small Grandmasters at the Great Perfection realm, and the commanders were Grandmasters.