Huang Feihu's words revealed an unwavering determination that made everyone present feel the weight of his responsibility as Marshal.

Although everyone felt reluctant, they also knew that this was the only viable solution at the moment, and could only nod silently in agreement.

Huang Feihu stood up, his gaze sharp as he surveyed everyone present and said solemnly, "No matter what, our Huang Family's reputation must not be tarnished, and the kingdom of Great Shang must not falter because of us. I go to Chaoge with no regrets, whether in life or death!"

Just as Huang Feihu resolved to go to Chaoge to bear all responsibilities for his family's honor and Great Shang's stability, a rush of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the secret room. Huang Tianjue, Huang Feihu's youngest son, burst in with his face covered in tears, gasping for air.

"Father!" His voice carried despair and anger. "Mother was summoned to the palace by the King, who intended to humiliate her. Unable to bear the disgrace, Mother jumped from the Zhaixing Pavilion and died! Aunt Huang, the Imperial Noble Consort, was also pushed into a cauldron by that evil King and perished..."

This news struck like a bolt from the blue, turning everyone's faces ashen. Huang Feihu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood silently dripped down. His eyes bloodshot, he squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "Di Xin, lecherous and immoral!"

Huang Feibiao and Huang Feibao, upon hearing this dreadful news, could hardly contain their rage, fists cracking. Huang Gun, shedding tears, trembled with overwhelming grief.

Seeing this, Zhou Ji's eyes flickered with ruthlessness, and he stirred up the crowd loudly, "Marshal, now that the King has lost the hearts of the people, indulging in debauchery, and not sparing even the households of loyal and good men! Why should we continue to serve such a King? Why not turn our weapons and surrender to Zhou, to avenge the Lady and the Imperial Noble Consort!"

When the people present heard Zhou Ji's words, their anger erupted like a volcano; their eyes blazed with hatred and decisiveness.

Huang Ming clenched his weapon tightly, his voice hoarse, "I, Huang Ming, am willing to follow the Marshal, even unto death!"

The calm in Huang Feibao's eyes was replaced with anger, and he gritted his teeth, "Brother, I am willing to join you in hell, for the vengeance of our family!"

Looking at these loyal family members and subordinates, Huang Feihu's heart filled with sorrow and pain, but also with an unprecedented firmness. He knew they had no way out, only one path to take—rebellion.

He stood up slowly, his gaze as sharp as ever, sweeping over each person, his voice low and firm, "Well, since the King is so unkind, we need not remain loyal to such a King. From today onwards, our Huang Family breaks with Great Shang! We will avenge our family members and seek a wise ruler for the people of Great Shang!"

Having said this, Huang Feihu drew his long sword from his waist, pointed the tip towards the heavens, and vowed, "I, Huang Feihu, swear here that I will overthrow Di Xin, this inept ruler, even if I have to spill my blood on the battlefield, he must pay the price for his deeds!"

The people present all drew their swords, points meeting, joining in the oath. In their hearts, there was no longer any hesitation, only the determination to avenge the Huang Family and seek justice for Great Shang.

At this moment, the garrison at Chuanyun Pass was no longer the army of Great Shang, but a rebellious force filled with a spirit of vengeance.

Huang Feihu knew that this would be a life-and-death decision; once this step was taken, there would be no turning back.

He took a deep breath and issued an order to Zhou Ji, "Zhou Ji, you and I have been brothers for many years, this matter is of great significance, I need you to leave the city in secret and meet Jiang Ziya at the Xi Qi Camp. Tell him, I, Huang Feihu, am willing to surrender to Zhou, but my Huang Family's lives, both old and young, and my subordinates must be preserved."

Zhou Ji's eyes flashed with resolve, knowing that any mishap would mean no return, but for the sake of the Marshal, he was resolute, "Marshal, rest assured, I will handle this matter properly."

After Zhou Ji quietly departed, Huang Feihu immediately found Xu Fang. Seeing Huang Feihu's grave expression, Xu Fang knew something significant had occurred and quickly approached, "Marshal, what matter has left you so haggard?"

Huang Feihu did not conceal anything, telling Xu Fang about Di Xin's commands and the plight of his family.

Upon hearing this, Xu Fang showed anger, "The King is so foolish to commit such acts! Marshal, you are the pride of our military, the one person I, Xu Fang, admire most in my life. For today's matter, I am willing to follow the Marshal, to life or death!"

Seeing Xu Fang, Huang Feihu's eyes flickered with gratitude, "General Xu, with your words, I, Huang Feihu, will die without regret. Now, I have decided to raise arms against Shang. With our concerted efforts, we shall turn the situation around."

Xu Fang clenched his fist, speaking definitively, "Marshal, in this life, I only serve you. From this day forward, I wish to follow you in battle, to forge great achievements together!"

With Xu Fang's support, Huang Feihu felt a weight lift from his heart. He knew that the following actions needed to be swift and decisive. He immediately dispatched trusted aides to secretly capture You Hun, sealing any leaks to keep the news tight.

A few days later, everything was prepared. Zhou Ji brought back a reply from Jiang Ziya, who expressed his admiration for Huang Feihu in the letter and agreed to accept the Huang Family as subjects of Zhou, ensuring King Wu Cheng's position remained unchanged, and he would still be the Grand Marshal commanding the army.

Hearing such respectful and generous treatment, Huang Feihu breathed a sigh of relief.

On the appointed day, Huang Feihu personally opened the city gate, leading his loyal subordinates out of the pass, presenting the bound Upper Doctor You Hun, and surrendering to Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya, witnessing this scene, secretly admired Huang Feihu's bravery and decisiveness.

After Huang Feihu and Xu Fang's troops merged into the Xi Qi Camp, Jiang Ziya's military power rapidly ballooned like a snowball, reaching a force of three hundred thousand. The spirited Xi Qi army, under Jiang Ziya's leadership, charged down like tigers descending the mountain, unstoppable, and pressed directly towards the Tong Pass.