“Your Majesty receives the mandate from Heaven, may you enjoy longevity and prosperity!”

“Long live Your Majesty, long live, long long live!” The Southern Dynasty soldiers in the city and on the city walls didn't sense the howling sword light, still deeply immersed in the miracle of His Imperial Majesty's second resurrection.

They waved their weapons excitedly, shouting long live!

Steadfastly believing that His Majesty was the true Son of Heaven, the human emperor destined by Heaven.

And that beautiful woman in a gorgeous long dress, full of maternal radiance, was regarded by the soldiers as a goddess descending to assist His Majesty.

The previous dissatisfaction, resentment, and anger towards the emperor vanished at this moment. The Imperial City Division and the inner city defense army, rushing over, secretly rejoiced that they had reined in their horses at the edge of the cliff and turned back in time, hearing the cheers from the city walls from afar.

Following His Majesty, who seemed divinely aided, to resist foreign enemies, there was still a glimmer of hope. If they surrendered, the consequences would definitely be dire.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the sword light in the sky, almost bursting into tears of joy, thinking, "You old ghost, you're finally here! If you didn't come, your trusted and relied-upon brother would have been overthrown!"

Of course, in front of countless defending soldiers, he still had to maintain his dignity, and said in a loud voice, "My Grand Marshal has come to defend the Emperor!"

Only then did everyone notice the meteor-like sword light in the sky. At first glance, the sword light was still in the distance, but in the blink of an eye, it descended on the city wall with the force of wind and thunder.

Then, everyone heard the thunderous sonic boom belatedly.

Looking closely, the person who came had handsome features, wearing blood-stained armor, draped in a gorgeous black gold-embroidered cloak, with majesty in his handsomeness, and iron and blood in his handsomeness.

It was none other than Yang Ce, Fu Qingyang, who guarded Linxia City. His eyes, like cold pools, swept across the audience and looked at Zhang Yuanqing.

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

The enemies in the capital had already been eliminated, but Xiao Yuan, the Palace Master, and the Red Fire Gang Leader were invaded by corpse curse Yin Qi and could no longer fight, at most providing support.

"Heal me," Zhang Yuanqing lowered his voice, explaining the situation in the most concise language.

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

Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, a cavalry was rushing towards the city gate under the stars and moon.

He retracted his gaze and said, "My set is in a cooling state, and the Yata Mirror is also in a cooling state. Currently, the only thing that can fight alongside you, Boss, is this body of Seven Exhaustions."

Fu Qingyang turned his head, scrutinized him a few times, and said lightly, "A little useful, but not very useful."

Boss, you hurt my self-esteem! Zhang Yuanqing complained inwardly.

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

"Yang Ce, without Wan Yan Rentu and that annoying Refiner to help you, your death is at hand. Do you dare to fight this commander?"

With his level, it was not difficult to see that the red-skirted woman holding the bronze pot had congested Yin Qi and impaired spiritual power circulation. Although she had the level of a Grandmaster, she was just a decoration.

And the Yin creature in strange clothing could be killed with one punch, not worth worrying about.

He had already figured out Zhao Shun's strength, and he could be killed in three moves.

The three Grandmasters were not worth worrying about.

Yang Ce was also no match for him, and capturing the capital was imperative.

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

The cloak fluttered in the night wind.

Fu Qingyang raised his head, looking at Tuoba Guanghe coldly, and said, "Tuoba, you have roamed the two Jianghu of the North and South, defeating all the martial artists in the world in search of a defeat. You entered the court to become a general, fighting north and south for more than ten years, without ever facing defeat. I also want to know, on this battlefield, whether the Artificer reigns supreme, or the ancient War God is the champion."

In the clear and arrogant voice, he raised his hands, and countless invisible threads surged from his fingertips, scattering all over the sky, connecting to the heads of the defending soldiers on the city wall. Two thousand local soldiers on the city wall lowered their heads in unison.

As Fu Qingyang raised his hands, two thousand soldiers rose into the air at the same time, leaping from the twenty-meter-high city wall.

Tuoba Guanghe descended from above, facing the surging enemy troops, revealing an excited look.

He and Fu Qingyang had fought once in Linxia, and the opponent was always steady and cautious, firmly guarding the city wall, never using the art of controlling soldiers to gamble with him on the battlefield.

Immediately, he waved his hand and laughed wildly, "The Jue Que Army, meet the enemy!"

Four hundred heavy armored cavalrymen surged out, the heavy hooves causing the ground to tremble slightly. The warhorses of the Jue Que Army were the strongest and tallest horse breeds on the grasslands.

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

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

But in the Northern Dynasty, with its developed smelting technology, it was a meat grinder on the battlefield, heavy armored cavalrymen charging wildly.

Facing the charging steel torrent, the two thousand soldiers showed no fear. The hundred local soldiers in the front row leaned over in unison and swung their war 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 cavalrymen behind them swarmed forward, lightly slashing off the heads of those who had severed the horses' legs.

A Jue Que Army warrior who had been thrown out rolled a few times, and just as he stood up, he was pierced through the heart by a charging Southern Dynasty soldier. The Jue Que Army warrior grinned grimly and pierced through the soldier's chest with a backhand, and the splashed blood did not drip down, but turned into a blood mist-like spiritual energy, pouring into the Jue Que Army warrior's nostrils, becoming a spiritual elixir to nourish his body and repair his injuries.

"Puff!"

A local ghost emerged like a ghost, slashing off the Jue Que Army warrior's head with one knife, 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 piercing the abdomen of the two thousand defending soldiers, cutting the formation in half.

Tuoba Guanghe's governance was strict, and his training was even more harsh. Especially the Jue Que Army, each of them was an elite selected from the army, and then personally taught by him. It took ten years to achieve this climate.

Among the five hundred Jue Que Army, the bottom line for ordinary soldiers was first-class masters, while the centurions were around the Small Grandmaster Completion stage, and the commanders were Grandmasters.