"Quick, defend! Quick, defend!"
"No..."
At the north gate of the Tianfeng Dynasty's capital, Tianfeng soldiers, one after another, were in a panic, their faces filled with terror as they gazed at the sky filled with flames ignited by the Southern Bright Fire. They were all trembling.
They were either pierced to death by a rain of arrows or completely reduced to ashes by that strange Southern Bright Fire.
A Tianfeng Dynasty general, his entire right arm missing, his body covered in blood, stared with wide, terrified eyes, his gaze hidden with fear and dullness.
"Hoo... hoo..."
He looked in fear at the scene before him. The once supreme glory was now a scene of broken city walls, the dismembered corpses of soldiers strewn about haphazardly, lying in all directions. The entire capital was shrouded by clouds, with colossal stones and arrow rain hanging in the sky.
With a "boom," houses collapsed one after another. Even the royal palace at the center was engulfed in smoke and flames.
Colossal stones fiercely bombarded the void, mixed with the scent of blood. Looking inside from the shattered city walls, heads rolled, and blood dyed the sky.
The vast city echoed with endless wails, constantly assaulting the ears of the living, driving them to lose their minds and shout madly.
"Why... why?"
As an elder of the Shadow Serpent clan stepped into the royal palace, before he could even finish his report, the entire northern desert of the Tianfeng Dynasty had fallen. The Shadow Serpent clan, except for the elders in the capital, had been completely annihilated.
"Where did such a powerful army come from..."
His eyes were dull. The Tianfeng Dynasty had reigned for tens of thousands of years, its rule deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people. Although the kings of the Tianfeng Dynasty were not all wise rulers, they did not neglect governance, and the entire dynasty had been in a state of steady development.
But now—
As far as the eye could see, the city gates were stained crimson, madly spraying towards the capital. Within the city, wherever the gaze landed, there was only dust, endless blood seeping through the stone slabs, and streams of blood flowing down from above.
"Rumble~~"
Colossal stones bombarded the surroundings of the royal palace. A huge chasm appeared in the main hall of the Tianfeng Dynasty's royal palace.
"Da Han, what force is this Da Han?!"
"Ah!!"
"Who can tell me?"
"They eat my food, they drink my wine, why are they all mute now!"
"Ah!!"
At this moment, a large, deep pit appeared in the center of the main hall, the immense impact of the colossal stones still vaguely visible.
The King of Tianfeng, his eyes bloodshot, his face icy, roared frantically.
"An unknown force, where are they from, you don't even know!"
"Now they have swept through the northern desert, the Shadow Serpent clan is almost wiped out, and the army has marched straight to the capital. Look, look, what use are you to me, what use are you?"
Da Han's speed was too fast. Almost on the night they finished sweeping through the northern desert, they directly opened the northern gate of the capital.
The entire Tianfeng Dynasty hadn't even grasped what was happening before it was plunged into utter disaster!
Only less than a hundred thousand troops remained in the capital, with the rest stationed in various regions for suppression, too late to be recalled.
The King of Tianfeng roared inwardly, a trace of fear creeping in. If the Tianfeng Dynasty fell, how could he survive!
The whistling of colossal stones above the royal palace, the streets outside the royal palace, were littered with dismembered corpses and flowing blood. Endless wails filled all directions of the capital.
"Your Majesty, we should retreat. This Da Han is too powerful. Even the naturally gifted Shadow Serpent clan in the northern desert could not stop Da Han's cavalry."
"Your Majesty, let's retreat south. If we can gather the southern armies, we might still have a chance to fight!"
A general in the Divine Mansion realm, his face grave, cupped his hands and bowed to the King of Tianfeng.
"General Han is right, Your Majesty. The capital's army is insufficient to resist Da Han's fierce attack. We should hurry and retreat south."
A civil official ran out trembling, his hat almost falling off.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Once we stabilize our footing in the south and assemble our armies, we can fight them again, and Tianfeng will surely turn the tide!"
"Scoundrel!!"
"As the King of Tianfeng, how can I retreat without fighting? What will the people of the world think of me? What will the millions of martial artists in the capital think of me!"
The King of Tianfeng was enraged. He was actually very afraid, but he could not lose the dignity of a king in front of others.
He was furious.
An old civil official frowned, "Your Majesty, you are the root of the Tianfeng Dynasty. The Tianfeng Dynasty still needs you to preside over the overall situation. For the sake of the hundreds of millions of martial artists and commoners of the Tianfeng Dynasty, and for the foundation of our ancestors for ten thousand years, this old subject implores Your Majesty to temporarily retreat south to preserve the greater picture!"
"We implore Your Majesty to retreat south!"
"We implore Your Majesty to retreat south!"
"We implore Your Majesty to retreat south!"
A group of civil and military officials all knelt down, their voices filled with sorrow, carrying infinite concern for their King.
"Alas!"
The King of Tianfeng sighed deeply, his face somewhat conflicted, his eyes constantly scanning the figures before him.
The old man slightly raised his head, "This old subject implores Your Majesty to temporarily retreat south to preserve the greater picture!"
"Alas!"
Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the King of Tianfeng was actually secretly delighted. Just as he was about to announce a nationwide migration south.
"Retreat? Where do you want to retreat?"
"The entire Tianfeng is now my Da Han's territory!"
Suddenly, a roar, mixed with a hint of a tiger's growl, shook the surroundings.
"Who?"
The officials quickly turned their heads, looking towards the main hall.
The King of Tianfeng, who had been happy about retreating south, was now on the verge of collapse. He fixed his gaze, only to see the silhouettes of several figures slowly approaching the main hall from the plaza in front of it, step by step.
"Boom~"
The King of Tianfeng slammed his hand onto his throne, staring intently at the figures gradually approaching the hall.
The officials knelt, their heads twisted backward.
The approximate outlines of the six figures gradually became clear.
Five of them were clad in crimson armor, their bodies powerful. The other was slender and scholarly in appearance.
"King of Tianfeng?"
Gan Ning and the others walked into the hall, their expressions calm, showing no sense of crisis.
"Why do you not kneel before me?"
The King of Tianfeng's eyes blazed with surging rage. Seeing the dense aura of blood and killing emanating from them, he now knew he could not escape.
"Hahaha~!"
Xu Chu roared, shattering an official with a single saber strike. His eyes flashed with ferocity, and a powerful killing intent enveloped everyone present.
"Spirit Sea Seventh Level!!"
The King of Tianfeng's eyes widened as he stared intently at Gan Ning, who had a bow slung across his back. His heart was utterly broken.
Even with Gan Ning alone here, it heralded the doom of the Tianfeng Dynasty. Who could resist a martial artist at the Spirit Sea Seventh Level, let alone a general in charge of slaughter, whose vital energy far surpassed his own.
"Surrender!"
"Or!"
"Die!"
Chen Gong narrowed his eyes, a chilling glint flashing within them.