Ying Yuan glanced at him with contempt, "Xiliang Kingdom? It's just a tiny place, do you think it's worthy of being called a country? Today I will wipe out you, a clown, along with your country!"

“Arrogant!” The man in golden armor roared, pointing the halberd in his hand at Ying Yuan, “I am the protector of Xiliang, the Golden Dragon God of War. Today I will let you see how powerful I am!”

"National Protector? Golden Dragon God of War?" Ying Yuan laughed loudly, his laughter full of disdain, "What a big title! I want to see how much you are capable of!"

After saying that, Ying Yuan’s figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the man in golden armor's expression changed slightly, and he quickly waved his halberd to protect his body.

However, Ying Yuan's speed was so fast that he appeared behind him in the blink of an eye.

"Go to hell!" Ying Yuan shouted coldly and slashed down with the sword in his hand.

The man in golden armor felt a chill on his back, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart. He quickly urged the true energy in his body to resist Ying Yuan's attack.

However, everything is in vain.

Ying Yuan's sword was unstoppable, directly shattering the protective Qi of the man in golden armor, and then hit him hard.

"Ah!" The man in golden armor screamed, fell off the golden dragon, and fell heavily to the ground.

The golden armor on his body had been shattered and blood was constantly oozing out from the wounds.

Ying Yuan landed slowly and walked towards the man in golden armor step by step.

"You...you..." The man in golden armor looked at Ying Yuan in horror, his eyes full of disbelief.

He could never have imagined that he, the mighty general protecting the Xiliang Kingdom, would be defeated by such a young man.

"Now, do you still think I'm arrogant?" Ying Yuan looked down at the man in golden armor with a cold tone.

The man in golden armor opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

He closed his eyes weakly, waiting for death to come.

"Wait!" At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

Ying Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a beautiful woman in a white dress running towards the city.

She ran to the man in golden armor, helped him up, and asked anxiously, "Father, how are you?"

It turns out that the man in golden armor is actually the king of Xiliang Kingdom!
“Ahem…” The man in golden armor coughed a few times and said weakly, “Xue’er, go quickly, you are no match for him!”

"Father!" The woman looked at the man in golden armor with tears in her eyes, "I won't leave. I want to die with you!"

Ying Yuan looked at this scene, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"Young men and women's love is really disgusting!" He said coldly, "Since you have a deep love between father and daughter, I will send you both off together!"

After saying that, Ying Yuan raised his sword, ready to kill both of them.

"Stop!" At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded.

A white-haired old man slowly walked out of the city, emitting a powerful aura.

"The Emperor!" Seeing the old man, the woman's face showed a hint of joy.

Ying Yuan looked at the old man and frowned slightly.

He could feel that this old man's strength was unfathomable and far beyond that of the man in golden armor.

"Young man, you should show mercy when you can. You have already killed the King of Xiliang. Do you still want to kill him all?" The old man said calmly.

Ying Yuan sneered, "I said that today I will razed the Xiliang Kingdom to the ground, and no one can stop me!"

"What a big tone!" A cold light flashed in the old man's eyes, "I want to see how capable you are!"

After saying that, the old man flashed and instantly appeared in front of Ying Yuan.

He raised his right hand and slapped Ying Yuan on the chest.

Ying Yuan's face changed slightly, and he quickly swung his sword to block.

"Dang!" With a loud noise, the sword in Ying Yuan's hand was actually knocked away by the old man's palm.

"What?!" Ying Yuan was shocked. He could never have imagined that this old man's strength was so terrifying!
The old man gained the upper hand with one palm strike, and took advantage of the victory to slap Ying Yuan again.

Ying Yuan quickly dodged, however, the old man was too fast and he couldn't avoid him completely.

"Bang!" The old man slapped Ying Yuan on the shoulder.

Ying Yuan groaned, his body flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of Ying Yuan's mouth.

He struggled to stand up, but found that his body could not move.

"Father!" Seeing Ying Yuan injured, Ying Yinman on the city wall exclaimed and hurried down.

"Your Majesty!" The Qin soldiers also gathered around him, their faces full of worry.

The old man looked at Ying Yuan, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.

"Young man, you are too arrogant!" he said coldly, "Today, I will make you pay the price!"

After saying that, the old man raised his right hand again, ready to give Ying Yuan a fatal blow.

At this critical moment, something strange happened... The palm wind of the emperor was like a violent storm, sweeping mercilessly and about to hit Ying Yuan's chest. The Qin soldiers watching were furious, and even Ying Yinman, who had just cried out in grief, held her breath and stopped, anger and fear intertwined in the depths of her eyes.

However, at this moment, the deafening roar of a dragon swept across the whole area.

"Roar--"

An incomparable pressure spread out from Ying Yuan as the center, as if the sky was collapsing, and everyone's face suddenly changed. The white-haired old man's palm was suddenly pushed away by an irresistible force at the last moment of falling, and his footsteps retreated several feet in an instant!
Xue'er of Xiliang Kingdom and King Jinjia were so stunned by the earth-shaking momentum that they seemed to be in a torrent and even speaking was a luxury.

Ying Yuan slowly stood up from the pool of blood, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but he showed an arrogant smile. Endless golden light bloomed from his body, as if a dragon descended from the world, and every sharp breath heralded his return.

"How dare a mere old man like you talk about my arrogance?" Ying Yuan spoke slowly, his voice lazy but with a strong sense of oppression, "If you dare to touch me, even if I am injured, I will be able to suppress you for three lifetimes."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the sword that had been blown away just now whizzed back on its own and fell steadily into his palm, shining with a cold light and filled with murderous aura.

"This... is impossible!" The emperor was dumbfounded. He had seen countless strong men in his life, but he had never seen such a strange and domineering aura. In his opinion, the palm strike just now was enough to severely injure Ying Yuan, but at this moment, the other party seemed not to be seriously injured, but even stronger!
"Haha..." Ying Yuan chuckled, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "I have seen many so-called 'strong men' like you, but they are nothing but old dogs who don't know how to live or die."

"How dare you!" The emperor's hair and beard stood up, his eyes widened, staring at Ying Yuan. Although he was shocked, he did not completely lose his will to fight, and shouted in a low voice: "Young man, if you go too far, you will end up killing yourself!"

"Arrogant?" Ying Yuan narrowed his eyes, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and suddenly revealed a sinister smile, "The definition of arrogant is: not having enough strength but making big claims. The problem is - I have the strength!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took a step forward.

This kick seemed ordinary, but it was like thunder piercing the ground. The ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked and collapsed into a deep pit. The huge pressure spread again, and the emperor's body trembled slightly. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Impossible! You were obviously seriously injured just now!" The emperor didn't say anything and slapped out again.

Ying Yuan did not retreat but advanced, the blade drew a gorgeous and dangerous arc in the air, and suddenly met the old man's palm power. The violent collision produced a dazzling light, and in an instant, the world was as bright as day.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, the ground beneath the old man's feet exploded, and his body was knocked back repeatedly by the air wave, leaving deep marks of dozens of meters on the ground. When he stabilized his body, there was no longer any leisurely confidence on his face, but instead a panic that was difficult to conceal.

On the other hand, Ying Yuan remained motionless. He held the knife in one hand, his cape rustling, and lowered his head slightly, his eyes looking at a trapped beast with a smile.

"The Emperor of the Great Qin is so terrifying..." The retired emperor muttered to himself. He finally realized that the young man in front of him had not been serious from the beginning and that fighting with him was just a joke.

"Still fighting? Huh?" Ying Yuan's tone was leisurely and contemptuous, as if a god looking down on the mortal world.

When had the old man ever suffered such a great humiliation? Although he was filled with resentment, he was more afraid. But just as he was struggling over whether to continue fighting, a gentle but firm voice suddenly sounded.

"That's enough!" Xue'er, a woman in white, supported the dying King of Golden Armor, staring at Ying Yuan with her beautiful eyes, "Ying Yuan, you win."

"Do you need me to tell you this?" The response was a cold snort. Ying Yuan's eyes swept over Xue'er indifferently, and he spoke lazily, "Those who come to stop me will have only two results. Either obey or die."

His tone was extremely wanton, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife. At that moment, Xue'er's mind was tense, but soon, there was a bit of unconcealable hatred in her eyes.

"Do you think the world is yours?"

"Isn't it?" Ying Yuan raised his eyebrows, smiling.

When their eyes met, there was a hidden tension in the air. Xue'er bit her lower lip tightly, but she didn't say anything more.

"You useless old dog, how dare you challenge me!" Ying Yuan immediately turned his gaze back to the emperor, his tone deliberately raised. He approached step by step, with the cold light of the knife rushing in his face, "Old man, who do you think you are? You think you can dominate Xiliang just by scratching a few times? What a joke!"

"Enough, stop killing!" The King in Golden Armor suddenly roared in a low voice, but his body was so weak that he could not move at all.

Ying Yuan paused, revealed a meaningful smile, and said lightly: "Since you have spoken, I will be more generous today and only cut off your city lord bone to leave you some dignity."

His voice spread out in the air, but it was faintly filled with the oppression of a storm...

At this moment, footsteps were heard again in the distance, and Ying Yuan raised his brows slightly - more people were coming.

Before he finished speaking, dense footsteps like thunder approached from afar, armors collided, lights and shadows intertwined, and a large army emerged like a tide. The leading general was wearing scarlet armor, with a strong back and a sharp gaze. He reined in his horse and shouted, "Who dares to run wild in Xiliang!"

Behind the general, the soldiers all showed their halberds, shining with cold light and full of momentum. Obviously, this was an elite division! Their arrival made the air suddenly tense, as if time had slowed down.

Ying Yuan didn't even raise his eyelids, and shook his cloak with his usual nonchalant gesture. He tilted his head slightly, glanced at the general, and raised a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth, "It's just a bunch of rabble."

"How dare you!" The scarlet-armored general shouted angrily in a voice as loud as a bell, "So what if you are the Emperor of Qin? If you dare to act like a tyrant in Xiliang City, I will make you lose your head today!"

"Oh?" Ying Yuan walked forward, his seemingly casual action bringing invisible pressure. His eyes swept from the general to his back, and his tone was light, but every word struck people's hearts: "For a while, the barbarian bull dared to call himself a tiger. I would like to ask, do you recognize this knife?"

The general looked down upon hearing this, and saw cold lines on the blade in Ying Yuan's hand. This was the "Heaven-Breaking Blade" that the Emperor of Qin had forged with his own blood! His pupils suddenly contracted, and the anger that had just accumulated seemed to be poured with cold water, and he swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

But the soldiers behind him obviously didn't have this awareness. The title of emperor obviously didn't overwhelm their spirit. A young soldier shouted coldly: "General, there are so many of us. No matter how powerful he is, he is only one person! Surround him and kill him!"

Hearing this, a chill ran up the general's spine, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up! Shut your mouth!"

The young soldier didn't realize anything yet, but Ying Yuan smiled. His smile didn't reach his eyes, but it was chilling. He suddenly shook his wrist lightly, and the shadow of the knife flashed by. The helmet of the young soldier in the distance was split into two halves out of thin air and slowly slid down.

"Have you learned your lesson now?" Ying Yuan's voice was low, slow and dangerous. "If someone doesn't know how to be reverent, I will teach him a lesson."

The young soldier, frightened by his words, collapsed to the ground, and the other soldiers beside him held their breath for a moment. Ying Yuan took a step forward, his eyes as sharp as thunder swept through everyone, as if he could see directly into the depths of the soul. Even the general in scarlet armor was holding his weapon tightly at this moment, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Why, you don't accept it?" Ying Yuan spoke again, his tone was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried the majesty of a king that shook the world, "I am right here, who has the courage to step forward?"

No one in the army dared to move, and everyone seemed to be pinned down. Just when the silent pressure was about to reach its limit——

"He can't be so invincible!" A clear voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Ying Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head to see a person walking out slowly from the army. It was a woman in a black gauze outfit, with brows and eyes as cold as a knife, holding a slender green sword in her hand, and her temperament was as cold as frost.

"Oh? Women in Xiliang are actually braver than men." Ying Yuan glanced at her with a half-smile, "Are you going to challenge me?"

The woman in black veil raised her sword lightly, her voice piercing like a frosty cone: "Ying Yuan, you are so sharp and arrogant. Today, I want to test whether you are really invincible as the rumors say!" (End of this chapter)