When Zong Yuan sliced through the formation, the entire battlefield fell into a deathly hush.

Only the clash of steel, the grinding impact of armor, and the piercing cries of horses, screams, and roars continued to thunder in that direction.

Three thousand cavalry burst in from the front.

Yet, they did not charge in a straight line; barely having breached the formation, they executed a sharp, forty-five-degree flank strike.

It was akin to a sharp blade thrust deep into the abdomen, only to be immediately bent sideways into the softer flank.

The entire troop curved left in a perfectly executed arc, striking precisely at the vital point, catching the fleeting gap and weakness within the formation.

It was as easy as slicing through butter; they tore through the formation completely, utterly routing it! It was so swift that those nearby barely had time to react.

When Zong Yuan, leading the Black Armored Knights behind him, burst free from that formation, he bore not a single scratch.

The three thousand men following him remained whole until that moment, with only about thirty men having fallen dead within the lines.

The entire maneuver was so effortless that even the three thousand Xuan Shan Armored riders themselves found it hard to believe.

In the past, facing this formation of five thousand elite infantry, even a full charge from the Black Armored Wind Dragon Riders would have resulted in devastating losses.

Yet now, merely three thousand men, three thousand elite riders, had accomplished it! As the initial shock faded, the blood that had begun to settle in the veins of the three thousand Black Armored Knights surged again, burning like fire.

They felt an irrepressible urge and simultaneously let out a bestial roar! "Roar!" The sound was deep, laced with raging battle intent, a surge of killing desire, their imposing aura piercing straight into the heavens.

Even their warhorses were galvanized by this sound, whinnying excitedly, their eyes slowly turning crimson.

Their gallop became more forceful, more agile, and infinitely swifter! Only Zong Yuan’s eyes remained devoid of emotion, focused with absolute intensity.

In the twenty-six years since his birth, he had never been so serious.

He poured all his concentration into experiencing the set of spear techniques he was manifesting with his own hands.

Amidst the army, under the pressure of countless formidable foes, his mind had never been clearer.

He felt as if countless ambiguities in his martial path were instantly resolved.

Many obstacles he considered insurmountable were rendered trivial under Zong Shou's control.

Every spear move in his hands, every fluctuation of vital energy within his body, concealed profound secrets; each action anticipated what was unexpressed, revealing what the Daoist masters had left unspoken.

It flooded his mind like an awakening elixir.

Layer after layer of martial barriers that stood before him shattered like the infantry formation he had just effortlessly broken—fragile as paper.

Unconsciously, he realized he could gradually keep pace with Zong Shou’s movements.

Sometimes, the spear variations he conceived, the instinctive reactions he was about to make, were perfectly identical to Zong Shou’s manipulations.

In the end, Zong Yuan became so immersed that he completely forgot whether the fierce spear artistry and the movements made while charging on horseback originated from himself or from Zong Yuan ten miles away.

He had achieved a state of complete detachment, with only the single word "Battle" raging in his mind, frantically seeking more opponents so he could comprehend the Dao of Zong Shou’s spear techniques and his art of charging formations in a fiercer conflict.

As the cavalry formation burst through, its momentum was still unchecked.

The charge, covering only twenty zhang, had accelerated to its utmost! And what appeared before Zong Shou was another ironclad formation, rigid as a mountain, mere paces away.

This time, no secret martial spear techniques were employed.

Instead, he thrust his spear straight forward! The combined intent of all three thousand men, the entire 'Presence' of their martial power, was now integrated into one.

And the majority of that power was channeled into Zong Yuan’s body.

Under this immense convergence of will, the vital energy within his body condensed and sublimated to its peak, seeming to have surpassed the boundaries of the Xuan Wu Sect.

Heaven and Earth's spiritual energy converged madly.

In this instant, even without relying on the external power of the spirit armor, he was confident he could contend with those Xuan Wu Grandmasters! The spear strike shot out, piercing the air for a hundred zhang.

Before the man arrived, over a hundred armored soldiers were violently thrown back and pierced by the sheer force of the protective wind and energy, thrown on their dragon-horned winged horses into the formation! And now, before his eyes, within the dense formation of armored soldiers, a faint arc began to appear.

By following this line of attack, the formation was certain to be broken! There were other options available, but none could match this line for speed and ease.

The commander of this formation was a Six-Meridian Martial Grandmaster, who immediately sensed the danger.

Almost instantly, he rushed to the front with several other Martial Grandmaster powerhouses, attempting to obstruct his forward thrust.

Zong Yuan didn't spare them a glance.

His spear tip drew a quick slash in the air, weaving a few spear blossoms amidst the razor-sharp energy and blade light.

Those faint bursts of light vanished as quickly as they appeared, like a fleeting epiphyllum.

Then, splashes of blood erupted, and several lifeless bodies violently tumbled to the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Dragon-Horned Winged Horse galloped past.

The three thousand Black Armored Iron Cavalry crashed into the formation like an overwhelming tide, submerging and covering the five thousand black-armored soldiers within like a deluge.

Twelve thousand high-speed hooves trampled the corpses on the ground, scattering flesh and gore.

When Zong Yuan's horse pierced through the dense ranks again, he drew a deep breath, his voice booming like thunder. "Second Formation! Broken!" The three thousand armored riders behind him raised their arms in unison, shouting loudly, "Today, we trample a thousand armies!" The entire wedge-shaped cavalry formation executed another semi-circular turn, slamming like a heavy hammer into the third infantry formation only twenty zhang behind.

The immense impact instantly sent the armored soldiers at the front, many of whom were unprepared, flying and smashing aside.

Where the lances and warhorses passed, nothing could stand in their way.

In barely two hundred breaths, Zong Yuan burst through the formation.

His battle armor and the Purple Lightning Spear in his hand were entirely stained red.

His Blood Cloud Armor appeared even colder and more terrifyingly savage, soaked in gore. "Third Formation! Broken!" "We die without regret, kill!" Another unified, tiger-like roar followed.

Hu Zhongyuan, trailing behind Zong Yuan, felt his own blood boil from the excitement.

For a moment, he felt that dying here today was perfectly acceptable! The last vestiges of his self-preservation vanished.

He silently cursed the Young Lord, realizing how cunning he was—to simply use Zong Yuan's body while watching and commanding from the rear, without risking any danger.

But this battle had thoroughly ignited the warlike blood of the Iron Tiger Clan.

As a man of the Iron Tiger, one should be galloping on the battlefield, fighting ten thousand enemies with the blade! This non-stop slaughter, just like today, was truly exhilarating.

Even if he died here, he would be content.

With almost no hesitation, the three thousand iron riders followed the Dragon-Horned Winged Horse, crashing into the fourth column formation! Though the spears were dense, orderly, and solid, looking from afar they resembled a solid rock.

But as the cavalry charged in, the resistance they met was so weak it was negligible! They only needed to follow Zong Yuan's horse and charge forward.

If Hu Zhongyuan had felt fear or doubt before, he had forgotten it all at this moment.

This battle would see them trample a thousand armies! "This is Zong Yuan? Zong Yuan, who was supposed to be hopeless of ever reaching the Martial Grandmaster realm and whose head I would eventually take—what kind of joke is this!" On the high platform, Feng Yu’s face had turned ashen.

How could Zong Yuan, whom he himself had once defeated and forced to kneel, be this powerful? Especially his command over these three thousand iron riders, charging unchecked and nearly invincible amidst his twenty-five thousand strong army, was truly terrifying.

Even though he had defeated this man before, and even though he retained some confidence in his own troops, Feng Yu was nevertheless chilled to the bone and filled with apprehension. "Breaking three formations consecutively, routing fifteen thousand men, taking less than half a ke in total time..." Xiong Kui stared expressionlessly at the scene below, his face equally grim.

The fourth formation was already wavering, close to collapse.

In fact, from the very beginning, it hadn't managed to impede these three thousand armored riders for even a moment! "Two more formations remain.

It will likely take no more than five hundred breaths before that person reaches us." Feng Yu's pupils constricted sharply.

The Yun Xia Army's formations were structured with five thousand men per unit, and the central part of this Crescent Formation held six such units, spaced between ten to fifteen zhang apart.

This arrangement allowed some room for troop mobilization while preventing the collapse of the front line from disturbing the rear ranks or providing any space for enemy cavalry to build up momentum—a masterful deployment method.

However, at this moment, Feng Yu was filled with regret.

If he had known, it would have been better to cram them all together.

If his supposedly solid center could not stop the charge of these three thousand iron riders, then the Crescent Formation’s flanking squeeze-and-kill strategy was nothing more than a farce.

His face shifted from pale to purple for a moment before Feng Yu finally sighed softly, "Order Mu Ling and Xie Nu to take action.

Whether they fill the gap with lives or act themselves, they must stop that Zong Yuan! And what are those Spirit Masters doing? Why haven't they acted yet?" These three thousand Xuan Shan Iron Cavalry were so unstoppable precisely because their sharp tip was too formidable.

If only that sharpness could be completely ground down and broken, the remaining forces would not need to be a concern.

Feng Yu turned his gaze to Xiong Kui.

The latter understood immediately and took the lead, "At this juncture, you and I are naturally in the same boat.

You may deploy Mu Jiang as you see fit." Still feeling uneasy, Xiong Kui added thoughtfully, "I will also bring in my two thousand Mad Bear Armored Soldiers!" Given Zong Yuan's devastating momentum, he genuinely worried that the remaining two formations might not hold.

Even the combined efforts of the three Xuan Wu Grandmasters still didn't fully reassure him.

Having these two thousand Mad Bear Armored Soldiers guard the high platform might save their lives at the critical moment.