Why do I have so many masters?

The commotion that occurred here had completely awakened the entire Royal City.

From the top of every city tower, the sound of heavy war drums echoed. The drums here were covered with a layer of thick rhinoceros hide, producing a muffled and somber sound, like distant thunder, reverberating in every corner of the city.

People awoke from their slumber.

Martial artists, who naturally possessed martial arts and keen senses, had long sensed the air's killing intent and the almost overwhelming scent of blood. Each one, holding their weapons, flipped to higher ground and looked sharply.

The sky, still somewhat dim, was illuminated by blazing fire.

"That... that is..."

"The Tower of Sin?!"

Exclamations were crushed under the weight of heavy footsteps. Lv Guanhong turned around abruptly, his breath caught, as the Parthian soldiers appeared in the street, clad in heavy armor and brandishing weighty curved sabers, their faces obscured.

Their visages were covered by fearsome beast masks, revealing only their eyes, cold and apathetic, just like the blades in their hands.

Their heavy footsteps were unified, as though they were one person.

The sound of their breathing merged into a sea.

In a fleeting moment, Lv Guanhong almost thought he saw a dormant beast, its fangs bared, claws extended, eyes fixed on him.

Only then did he suddenly understand—

This was the Royal City, the realm of the King of Parthia!

Moreover, it was surrounded by the garrisons of the so-called hundred-thousand elite Military City.

Lv Guanhong's lips trembled slightly as he murmured:

"The Iron Pagoda?!"

The city housed five hundred elite Iron Pagoda soldiers, each clad in heavy armor like a steel tower, exposing only their facial features.

The weight of the lower-grade armor was five hundred pounds.

The middle-grade armor was eight hundred pounds.

The high-grade armor was one thousand pounds.

Amidst the grinding of heavy armor and the killing, chilling sound, the city's elite forces gathered, like clouds amassing in the sky. They held large halberds and formed military formations, with the Qi mechanism in the air suppressed by the natural lethal intent of the Military Family, no longer possessing its original agility.

The elite Iron Pagoda soldiers detected anomalies and gathered swiftly, in a little over a moment.

The military formation's solemn and orderly presence was so overpowering, Lv Guanhong and the martial artists alerted and gathered by the commotion almost could not breathe——

These Iron Pagoda soldiers possessed the capability to massacre them entirely.

And at this moment, the pale stone tower behind Lv Guanhong finally collapsed slowly, with flames burning within, bodies fallen everywhere, and a figure stepped out slowly, covered in blood, mostly others', but also with some of his own.

Imprisoned here were the elite forces that even King Balman couldn't bear to abandon, fierce and fearless of death.

Even though limited by terrain, unable to form military formations, in groups of three, they formed personal formations, charging fearlessly, still troublesome, as there were too many of them, a hundred or so per floor, sixteen floors, battling their way down.

The curved saber gifted by Shaman had completely fractured, with his steps, it slowly crumbled, like into powder, falling into the flames, behind him was blood and fire, with a shallow cut on his cheek.

Everyone who witnessed this scene held their breath slightly.

Heaven and Earth turned silent.

The Jianghu people, known for their valor, suddenly found their courage to draw their swords had vanished.

Amidst deathly silence, only one angry shout echoed.

"Protect the city! Protect the people!"

"Do not retreat!!"

The leading Iron Pagoda soldier raised his weapon, and amidst the chilling sound, hundreds of three-hundred-pound heavy Anxi halberds were lifted, thrusting like spears, swinging like sabers, locking weapons in reverse.

Weapons raised, vigorous Qi unfurled.

Subtle Qi mechanisms converged in an instant, stretching endlessly.

With a cracking sound, five hundred armored warriors in unison stepped forward, gripping fiercely with their right hands, lowering their bodies in unison, charging ahead.

Breathing together, inhaling together.

It was as if a storm was birthed there.

Without hesitation!

Without regret!

Lv Guanhong felt his throat dry, the air seemingly harshly compressed, as he exerted all his strength, barely able to draw any air in, the battles in the Jianghu, facing life and death more than once, yet never like this, as if even his body's instincts feared.

A voice transmitted to his ear, saying:

"Lv Guanhong."

The elder stiffly raised his head, seeing the young man there raising his hand to wipe away the mark on his cheek, his expression calm, saying:

"Draw your weapon, come and give me a slash."

"Extract yourself from this affair, this decision is mine, it has nothing to do with you."

The elder hesitated for a moment, instinctively tightening his grip on the curved saber, knowing well himself, that as long as he were the first to strike at Wang Anfeng, he wouldn't have to bear as much pressure, his eyes went unfocused for a moment, but he suddenly shook his head, throwing away the saber in his hand, shouting:

"No, I can't!"

"I, I can't do such a thing..."

Wang Anfeng fell silent for a while, clenching the saber in his hand, then slowly stepped forward. The weapon in his right hand was not the Mo Blade, but a spear he had seized during the slaughter just now, loosening the hilt left in his left hand.

Wang Anfeng switched to holding the spear with both hands, his body slowly lowering.

Staring at the elite forces of Parthia's Royal City across from him.

One man, against five hundred.

His eyes betrayed not the slightest hesitation.

These were the consequences he foresaw the moment he acted, people can do anything, but at a cost.

The more reckless, the greater the cost.

This world had too many rules, and many unsightly matters. Interfering would certainly bring trouble, completely a thankless endeavor.