One must realize that once a massive army of hundreds of thousands is arrayed, the resulting battle lines of continuous encampments can stretch for miles, with the Marshal's Tent situated precisely at the center!

Stretching for miles—even just traveling that distance would surely be exhausting; let alone charging through it amidst continuous slaughter. Even reaching halfway to the Marshal's Tent would require immense power.

Even with the abilities of a Supreme expert, one might soar through the air for a while, but they certainly couldn't maintain flight over such a distance spanning tens of miles. They would inevitably have to descend to catch their breath, and the moment they landed, they would be surrounded, even if only briefly, before taking flight again. By the time they reached the Marshal's Tent, they would have had to stop and recover their breath several times, draining considerable strength!

But the instant any disturbance arose, the Marshal's Tent could be swiftly relocated!

It was believed that even Ying Bokong, wanting to assassinate Jun Wuyi amidst the current two legions, while perhaps achievable, would be extraordinarily difficult!

Unless one possessed a technique like Young Master Jun’s Yin-Yang Evasion Art could they truly achieve the feat: snatching the commander’s head from amidst ten thousand cavalry!

Yet, Jun Wuyi clearly remembered that at that time, there had only been a few figures at the Heaven Profound level appearing before him! And they had materialized suddenly! Without the slightest warning, catching him completely off guard!

The security around the Marshal's Tent was certainly so stringent that not even a mosquito could fly in...

How did they infiltrate?

If there wasn't an insider, Jun Wuyi wouldn't believe it even if beaten to death!

But if there was an insider, then where did these traitors come from? Who could arrange such spies? Jun Wuyi already had suspicions, even directions for his suspicion, but that line of doubt was too terrifying; once touched, the impact it could cause would be equally immense. Therefore, this suspicion required confirmation, needing the most concrete evidence to support it!

This was the greatest difference between Jun Wuyi and Jun Moxie. Jun Wuyi was the true descendant of the Jun family; like Old Master Jun, he could postpone or even sacrifice his personal grudges for the sake of the nation, the family, and the common people.

But if the same situation were placed before Jun Moxie, he wouldn't care about any of that. Whoever he suspected, he would investigate directly, perhaps even storming their door to employ severe interrogation. If you have powerful backing and a significant background, so what?

"Might makes right." If you scratch me, I'll wipe out your entire family. As for the massive repercussions this might cause, or how many innocent people might die—what concern is that of mine? If anyone needs to blame someone, they should blame the perpetrator, why would they come looking for me, the aggrieved party?!

"Heh heh, Jun Wuyi, feeling confused? Keep wondering, keep stewing in your frustration!" Xiao Han laughed madly. "I'll tell you, there is definitely an inside story, but I won't tell you! Never! Die with this question hanging over you! Hahahaha..."

"My guess was indeed correct; there's another layer to this. Xiao Han, just because of that statement, I will fight you today, taking back some interest from your Snow Wind Silver City first... Not for any other reason, but for my Eldest Brother... my Second Brother...!" Killing intent surged violently in Jun Wuyi’s eyes, and a deep, intense pang of pain flashed in the depths of his pupils.

A sharp pain in his heart! Eldest Brother... Second Brother...

Forgive your Third Brother for only now being able to clear the disgrace from his two elder brothers!

Jun Wuyi’s gaze sharpened like an arrow. He extended a hand: "Sword, come!"

Jun Moxie was prepared. With a flip of his wrist, a longsword shimmering with green light materialized in his hand and was presented before Jun Wuyi.

Jun Wuyi reached out to take it, unexpectedly finding its weight far heavier than anticipated. Even with his formidable mid-stage Heaven Profound power, he nearly failed to catch it in his carelessness. He quickly shifted his wrist downward, urgently channeling his own profound energy to arrest the sword's downward trajectory. This sword looked utterly ordinary, yet its weight was more than triple that of a standard longsword!

Actually, this sword wasn't one of Young Master Jun's second batch of refined treasures. It was merely a sword he hastily forged by seizing fifteen swords on the spot just before coming over, under pressure. Because, if he were to give Jun Wuyi the longsword refined from a hundred weapons at this moment, while its weight might be manageable given Jun Wuyi's strength—as those weapons were nearly ten times heavier than standard longswords—it would be difficult for him to wield it freely. Third Master would certainly need time to adapt and become proficient before truly using it in combat; giving it to him now would only prove counterproductive.

Thus, Jun Moxie forged this sword with the utmost speed. With only triple the weight, Jun Wuyi’s strength would allow him to handle it with ease almost instantly!

In terms of quality, although this hastily forged sword could not compare to Jun Moxie’s previous few swords, within the category of ordinary weapons, it was already a longsword of the divine weapon standard.

Jun Wuyi glanced at Jun Moxie in surprise. Jun Moxie smiled faintly, saying nothing at all.

Jun Wuyi casually swung the longsword once. In the rapidly dimming weather, the sword suddenly flashed a green light, like a streak of emerald lightning, carving a moving arc of color.

"Good sword! Truly a fine sword!" Jun Wuyi exclaimed involuntarily.

Opposite them, Xiao Buyu and the others also wore solemn expressions. This sword was clearly a divine artifact!

"Sister, this one looks a bit strange. The sword light and cloud patterns complement each other; in terms of quality, it might not be far behind the blade that Tears Without Sorrow wields!"

The Green Snake King whispered into the ear of the girl in white. But after she spoke, the white-clad maiden showed no reaction, as if she hadn't heard her words at all, which made the Snake King quite strange. At first, she thought the maiden was captivated by the sword, but when she looked more closely, she realized her elder sister’s exquisite eyes were fixed intently on a certain spot, not even blinking!

Snake King Qianxun followed the gaze and saw a tall, handsome, and refined young man standing there, slender of build, his eyes gleaming brightly. Even before an army of thousands, he stood so isolated, as if he were the only person in the entire world.

With just that one look, Snake King Qianxun felt an unbidden, genuine sense of desolation and heartache, as if sensing the eternal loneliness and vast solitude in that young man's heart, causing her own heart to ache involuntarily.

Jun Moxie!

The Snake King remembered this youth.

But what truly baffled her was why her own elder sister was staring at him so intently, unable to look away? From a human perspective, that youth was certainly a genius among geniuses, possessing rather considerable cultivation at such a young age, yet he still hadn't entered the sight of beings like them, the Heavenly Punishment Beast Kings. Uncomprehending, Snake King Qianxun turned back again, only to see that while her elder sister’s hand was still resting on her teacup, the knuckles were already turning white, and the expression in her eyes shifted constantly, clearly showing the prelude to an imminent explosion!

Why?

With the Snake King’s vision, she could naturally see that although the teacup in her sister's hand still appeared intact, even able to hold a full measure of tea, the cup itself had long since turned into dust; it was only her sister’s supreme profound energy maintaining the shape. Once the profound energy was withdrawn, it would revert to its original form, turning into a puff of fine ash!

In the past, even when seeing an irreconcilable enemy, her sister might not have been this enraged, nor this abnormal. What was the reason today?

Regrettably, time did not allow the Snake King to ponder further, because the two people in the arena had already begun to fight.

It was solely because Jun Wuyi uttered the sentence: "Good sword! Truly a fine sword!" that Xiao Han’s face suddenly flushed red.

Because to his ears, the words sounded like: "Slutty thing! Truly a slut!"

Thus, Xiao Han became even more furious!

In Snow Wind Silver City, countless people had already discussed him behind his back. One word: Jian (degenerate/slutty)!

Even some of the elders in his own clan, upon seeing his demeanor, would often say with frustration: Why are you so Jian?

That woman clearly doesn't like you, never gave you a second glance, she has someone she loves, why must you cling on desperately? They are mutually devoted, and she is the City Lord’s daughter—do you really think that childhood betrothal holds that much power? You even sought revenge after her family was ruined and dead, and you still won't let go... Are you so obsessed with the title of the City Lord’s son-in-law? To humiliate others like this, to degrade yourself, isn't that the definition of "Jian" (slutty/base)?

Xiao Han, why are you so base? Why so base?!

I am base? Damn it, I am base! Xiao Han charged forward with bloodshot eyes, a flash of bright sword light erupting. He struck before Jun Wuyi had even pushed his wheelchair clear of the military formation! With such conduct, such character—what else could he be but base? It was truly impossible to find a more fitting adjective!

Jun Wuyi was far too familiar with this man's character and was fully prepared. His longsword moved up rapidly. With a loud "Clang," the two swords met. Under the forceful impact and push of both sides, the wheelchair shot backward like an arrow, while Jun Wuyi's body already soared into the air! A flash of green clothing, and he was already fifteen feet away, then using the momentum from the thrust to spring another fifteen feet.

Jun Wuyi landed and sat down, looking at Xiao Han: "Fight here. Do not harm my brothers!"

Xiao Han felt a twinge of pain, because in that initial clash of swords, not only did his wrist ache from the shock, but his longsword also acquired a nick the size of a grain of rice!

One must know that Xiao Han's sword had been with him for nearly twenty years, forged primarily from ten-thousand-year profound jade, and was a divine weapon unique to Snow Wind Silver City. He had inherited it from his clan elders during his coming-of-age ceremony.

With the sword in hand, it complemented his Snow Wind Profound Art, adding a touch of chilling sharpness. Furthermore, due to its unique material and extreme sharpness, it was truly a top-tier divine weapon in the world. Relying on the advantage of his weapon, Xiao Han had gained many benefits in previous confrontations; even some opponents whose profound arts were slightly higher than his had suffered losses because their weapons were inferior. But unexpectedly, the tables had turned today; the first one to suffer damage was his treasured sword!

He looked again at Jun Wuyi's longsword; it looked as clear as water, showing absolutely no damage!

Could the longsword in his hand also be a rare treasure of this world?

Thinking this, a jolt went through his heart. Moreover, from that single exchange, he sensed that Jun Wuyi's profound energy was even deeper than his own! How could this be? His strength as a Heaven Profound expert, his divine artifact—neither could gain the upper hand!?

But the moment he saw Jun Wuyi seated, Xiao Han's confidence returned. He thought, no matter how formidable your profound energy is, you are still fundamentally a cripple! Could I really not defeat a cripple?

A cruel curve formed on his lips. Xiao Han roared with perverse delight, his longsword transforming into a gleaming streak of silver light, stabbing directly towards Jun Wuyi!

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