Hearing Zhao Yinshun's orders, the huge military formation was panicked for a moment.

Although I have been mentally prepared for a long time, the [Emperor] order of the remnant power of the Celestial Kingdom for thousands of years, as well as the Lord of the Destiny of the Central Empire, governing the world, the holy saints, and the king of kings!

That's the emperor!

The feeling of palpitations flashed, and in a flash they adjusted their emotions, and endless fanaticism and tragedy surged in their eyes.

Feeling their resolute and fierce hostility, Zhao Yinshun nodded with satisfaction.

I'm afraid you won't resist...

On the other side, Chida Yuto stared at the boy deeply, his eyes wandering behind him.

"Who are you?"

"Damin Wu'anjun, Zhao Yinshun."

Turning over and dismounting, Zhao Yinshun patted Ao Baibai and let it retreat aside, and leisurely walked towards the murderous enemy formation.

When several generals in charge of his name were breathing, a hint of excitement and fierceness appeared in Chida Yuto's eyes.

"It turns out that Wu'an Jun is here in person, so I miss the opportunity to welcome you!"

Listening to his intentional grin, Zhao Yinshun blinked in confusion.

"Do you know me?"

"I have a brother named Chita Zhizhi!"

“…………”

After waiting for a long time without further ado, the boy signaled with a confused look.

Then what?

The angry mood was like a volcano gushing. Yuto Chida tried his best to suppress the urge to draw the knife and squeezed out a few words from his teeth.

"He and his nearly 100 samurai were killed by you in [Shennong Valley], and no one of them was left behind!"

"Emmmm...I seem to have some impression of it, but I have no interest in the names of dead people. Let's talk about the people behind you."

The indifferent shrugged, and the young man's careless appearance made Yuto Chida tremble all over. He couldn't believe that his brother's death was so humble in the eyes of the enemy, and it was not even worth the effort to remember his name!

"No! You will remember him, I will engrave his name on every bone of your body!"

With white teeth spreading, Chida Yuto pulled out the samurai sword in his hand bit by bit. The cold light that was as bright as water rippled out layers of ripples, reflecting the radiant light within ten feet of radius.

"So, are you insisting on resisting the emperor's will?"

Without the shock and anger that he had imagined, Zhao Yinshun showed a hint of joy on his face, and looked around the military formation behind him with an incomprehensible gaze of Yuren Chida.

It felt like a hungry gourmet saw a table of delicious food.

"According to Damin's rule, the maximum number of guards of the tribute missions should not exceed one song (about 500 people). You have almost 800 people, right?"

"In addition, you have lost hundreds of people before and sent a group of troops to Shin Li, which means you actually brought a battalion of soldiers into Damin?"

"Well... this crime of usurpation alone is enough to kill you."

With great interest in rubbing his chin, Zhao Yinshun's eyes wandered and his smile became brighter.

This main course is more hearty than I thought!

"Ahem."

As if he realized that his expression was not normal, Zhao Yinshun suppressed the smile on his face, solemnly retracted his gaze, and stared at Yuren Chida solemnly.

"Mr. Wu'an has always been convinced by virtue. Finally, I would like to ask you if you want to resist stubbornly?"

“So what?”

Realizing that Zhao Yinshun didn't take his threat seriously, the smile on Chida Yuru's face became more and more distorted and ferocious.

"That's great... no, that's a pity."

The raised corners of his mouth conflicted with his serious expression. Zhao Yinshun held his smile, and the divine light in his eyes gradually became dark and deep.

"The emperor's holy orders and the Fusang missions are indiscriminate and violent, the sacred and virtuous are harmed by good people, they do not listen to education, and they disobey the power of heaven."

"Now, Wu'an Jun Shun is ordered by the saint to punish the barbarians and rebels. Anyone who refuses to obey orders will be killed. His body and head are killed by the oxen, and his wife and his wife are punished by the ashes."

The faint whisper contained indescribable power. There was only a handsome and thin boy in front of him, but the people in Fusang felt that the whole sky had collapsed, and an irresistible panic and fear surged in their hearts.

Looking around everyone's terrifying expressions, Zhao Yinshun sighed and clearly realized that the ritual of [Destiny Deprivation] was quietly taking shape.

But soon, the unintentional panic quickly faded away. Yuto Chida's eyes swam back and forth on the boy's face, and finally looked at the empty river behind him, and a crazy grinning sneered on the corner of his mouth.

"You're the only one?"

“Isn’t it enough for me to be alone?”

Seeing Zhao Yinshun's natural confusing look, everyone in Fusang was angry and laughed.

"Damin Wu'anjun is indeed famous, but you are a mere third-level martial artist who dares to come and knock on the formation alone. I really don't know if you are brave or... stupid!"

The generals drew out the samurai swords one after another, and the stingers behind them also laid their spears, raised their swords and shields, bent their bows and arrows, and glared at the young man who was floating like an immortal in front of them.

Unable to observe with the naked eye, the unicorn snake formed by the blood evil energy condensed circling and squirming, and the open river bank inexplicably stirred up a strong storm.

Looking around, Zhao Yinshun found that the enemy's formation configuration was completely "counterattacked" rather than a martial arts master targeting his own powerful power.

In other words, they did not expect that there would be only one person in the pursuit...

That's right... More than 800 arrogant soldiers and generals who have experienced many battles may have better combat effectiveness than the unhealthy [Cangjiao Camp]. Once the military formation unfolds, you have to go around when you see the myth below.

"This is your own choice. Don't blame me for not teaching me..."

With dark and vast eyes looking around everyone, Zhao Yinshun chuckled and whispered, gently moved his five fingers, and walked towards the enemy formation with great strides.

The dark mist evaporated from him, turning into a misty black flame and indefinitely swallowing and spitting.

The unicorn snake in the air was scorched by black flames, entrenched in its body, roaring in fear, staring at the tiny figure walking towards it.

He could feel that some kind of terrifying, superior aura was gradually awakening.

Reflecting to reality, the Fusang samurai in the entire military formation felt a huge sense of oppression, as if the one who approached them was not a handsome boy, but a fierce and cruel beast.

"kill!"

Forced by the increasing pressure, Chida Yuto roared and poured out the long-accumulated resentment.

Swallowing ~

The first one to attack was not the front row, but the archers at the end. The rain of arrows was covered with the power of violent blood evil spirits, like a huge net falling from the sky.

boom!

He kicked his toes hard, and a wave of dust several meters high exploded on the spot. Zhao Yinshun's figure disappeared in front of everyone in an instant, leaving only a radial shallow pit with a diameter of half a meter.

Instant step?!

Recognizing the extraordinary power of the signature at a glance, Chida Yuto had no time to think about it, mobilizing the blood evil power of nearly a thousand people, covering a range of hundreds of meters like a tsunami.

The thunder-fast figure suddenly slowed down. Zhao Yinshun's eyes moved and he instantly noticed the difference between these people and [Cangjiao Camp]!

The power of the blood evil spirit is obviously stronger, but the effect of the military formation is weaker...

If the general formation is regarded as a person, then the blood evil is the true energy, and the extraordinary power of various military formations is [Technique].

Damin's secret technique of [Military Way] is obviously much stronger than Fusang, which can consume less blood evil energy and output stronger extraordinary effects.

This is the gap in the country's research on military system...

A trace of enlightenment arose in Zhao Yinshun's heart, and his body was like a ghost, and he easily entered the enemy formation. The rain of arrows fell behind him, and all of them sank into the earth, leaving only the bottomless dark holes.

"kill!"

The soldier wearing thick black armor raised his spear, and the dense spear tips were clustered like a forest, which completely locked Zhao Yinshun to death in a semicircular shape.

Facing the assassination spear, the boy's eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he spit out two words lightly.

"King the Land!"

Buzz ~

The sword on his waist fell off naturally and instantly slung beside the young man. An irresistible sacred majesty fell from the sky, briefly stolen from everyone's mind.

And in the invisible illusion dimension, a phantom of a brilliant magic sword burst out, releasing a magnificent light like the sun.

The seemingly empty light was like a sharp sword blade, and in an instant it cut the one-horned monster snake all over its body.

The confrontation in the dark reflected the reality, and the warriors in the entire military formation felt a tingling pain in their eyebrows, and a faint feeling of fatigue surged in their hearts.

The gun forest that was stabbed in an undetectable moment, and the smooth-moving battle formation stumbled. Zhao Yinshun drew his bow left and right, reached out and pointed it at the tip of the gun. In an instant, he tore a gap in the dense gun formation.

As soon as his body shrank, Zhao Yinshun entered easily and rushed into the battle formation with a gun rod of more than two meters long.

The two soldiers facing each other shrank their pupils and subconsciously wanted to abandon the gun and pull out the short knife at their waists. But before they could move, Zhao Yinshun gently held their heads with both hands and then bumped into the middle.

Bang ~

It was like two watermelons were squeezed out, and the yellow and white slurry was shot all over the sky. The huge heads were squeezed into a thin piece with the helmet.

The next second, Zhao Yinshun shot back and grabbed the spear that was stabbed with his backhand, then pulled it into his arms.
To be continued...