Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

The medical officer administered acupuncture and gave medicine to Song Yingzhong.

Song Yingzhong's life was not in danger, but he couldn't engage in battle anymore.

Xu Zhongping entrusted him to two personal guards, and once the sedative in the canyon dissipated, he led the army to continue advancing.

On the other side, Hu Lie heard the explosive sound of the Thunder Fire Formation.

He was confidently waiting for news of the Black Armor Army's destruction but was informed that they had already headed full speed to the suspension bridge.

Hu Lie was a bit stunned.

It was one thing for them to pass the swamp, but how did the Thunder Fire Formation also fail?

"No matter, the suspension bridge is the real trump card!"

They might find a path through the swamp or pass through the Thunder Fire Formation, but the suspension bridge over the sheer cliff surely can't fly them across with wings.

If lucky, they would only lose a small part of their forces. Once they realized the trap at the suspension bridge, they would have to detour, and by then, they would have completely fallen into Medicine King Valley's snare.

Hu Lie didn't care what Medicine King Valley intended for the Black Armor Army.

What he wanted was for the Black Armor Army to disappear from the world.

From then on, his army would become the most invincible elite force in the world!

Two scouts were ambushed on the other end of the suspension bridge, carefully observing the Black Armor Army's movements.

However, the Black Armor Army seemed to have vanished into thin air; even until late at night, there was no sign of them.

The news reached the camp.

Hu Lie frowned: "Is there any situation over at Medicine King Valley?"

Qin Jiang said: "Haven't heard of the Black Armor Army attacking there."

Hu Lie was puzzled: "Strange, they're not taking the suspension bridge or the mountain path. Is there a third way?"

Qin Jiang thought for a moment: "Could it be... they've actually been sedated and are 'annihilated' halfway?"

The sedatives buried under the Thunder Fire Formation by Medicine King Valley were not ordinary; even a single inhale could cause someone to fall unconscious for three to five days.

Hu Lie stood up, pacing a few steps in the tent: "If that's the case, all the better. With Medicine King Valley's help, helping Prince Jin reclaim the throne is just around the corner."

Whoosh!

A killing aura approached.

Just as Hu Lie turned, he saw a cold arrow mercilessly pierce through Qin Jiang's head.

Qin Jiang didn't even have time to scream, his eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed to the ground.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack—"

Outside the tent, sentries shouted loudly.

At the same time, from the peaks of the surrounding mountains, someone beat the battle drums.

Like thunder, like the roar of dragons, soaring into the nine heavens, dominating the world.

The Black Armor Army surged into the Hu Family army's camp like an unstoppable flood.

There was no throat-rending battle cries, everything was silent and unspoken.

Blood drenched the camp, sprouting flowers that guide souls by the roadside.

Hu Lie watched as his soldiers fell one by one, while the Black Armor Army moved like elusive ghosts, their movement technique unbelievably fast.

This was not a battle between two forces.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

A phrase, from who knows where, suddenly flashed in Hu Lie's mind—

Ten thousand death warriors, ten thousand Black Armors.

Hu Lie finally panicked.

He truly understood the power of the Black Armor Army, but at the cost of the army he had painstakingly trained.

But... wasn't he also training them in the manner of the Black Armor Army?

Where did it go wrong?

Could it be that Medicine King Valley deceived him?

He took out a signal bamboo, slashed open the tent with a sword, and released a firework signal.

To his surprise, it barely rose into the air, when Xu Zhongping slapped it back down with a sword!

Hu Lie was taken aback.

Xu Zhongping overturned the tent with a palm, his eyes coldly fixed on him: "Hu Lie, it's your turn."

Hu Lie stared blankly at the man in front of him.

At the palace gate, the two had crossed paths before.

But the Xu Zhongping before him was like a different person than before.

He seemed more... more like a god of death.

"Who are you really?"

Hu Lie clenched his fists and asked.

Xu Zhongping's fingertips glided over the sword blade, tracing a string of sparkling blood droplets: "Blood Robe Marquis, Han Qi."

Hu Lie felt as if he were plunged into an ice cellar: "Blood Robe Marquis... the great demon who killed his own sect, leaving three thousand corpses? It's you—weren't you—converted to the Buddhist Sect?"

The story of Blood Robe Marquis killing his sect made a huge uproar in the worldly society, spreading across the courts of various nations.

Heroes from all over the world were furious, wishing to kill him as soon as possible.

Later, he was enlightened by a master and taken as a disciple.

Han Qi caressed the blood droplets on the sword blade; his handsome yet stern face was reflected on the cold edge.

"The Buddha couldn't save me."

"Only the Grand Marshal could."

-

Imperial Palace.

Meng Qianqian sat in her room, playing chess with herself.

Tan'er and Treasure Piggy were sprawled out, sleeping comfortably on her bed, breathing evenly in their sleep.

The door was open, and moonlight flowed in, softly illuminating the floor.

A tall figure slowly appeared at the doorway.

Meng Qianqian placed a white piece down: "Han Qi, you're back."

Han Qi placed Hu Lie's head on the floor: "Mission accomplished!"