Lin Cang means being close to Cangyuan Mountain, with the entire path encompassing the three prefectures of Zhaoyan, Heiyun, and Junyang, one of the five paths of Zhongzhou, located west of the Capital Region Path. Further west, it leads to the first majestic mountain of Shenzhou, the Cangyuan Mountain Range, which divides the northern eight provinces.

The Cangyuan Mountain Range runs north to south, with towering peaks that even ordinary martial artists cannot cross. There is only one place in the entire range passable, known as the first majestic pass of the world, Hulao Pass.

Because the mountain range happens to divide the two provinces of Zhong and Ji from the six northern provinces dominated by the Demon Path, after the ten Holy Lands divided the world, this place naturally became the boundary between the Righteous and Demon Paths.

Eight years ago, the Great Jin crossed the Hulao Pass, and after capturing Zhongzhou, the entire north, from Youzhou to the Dongyuan Path, was under the control of the Great Jin, and Lin Cang Path was no exception.

Among the three prefectures of Lin Cang Path, Junyang Prefecture is in the south, adjacent to Jiuhua Dao. Emperor Yuliang was about to lead the army on an eastern expedition and took the entire army with him. Thus, the defense of Lin Cang Path was handed over to Wanyan Lie, the Marquis of Ziquan, and Tuoba Tao, the Marquis Qingyang, two of the ten marquises.

The Jiangbei Alliance had previously defected to the Great Jin, so Tuoba Tao knew there were no external enemies. The so-called garrison was actually to suppress some rebellious forces within Lin Cang Path. To achieve merits, he volunteered to garrison the southernmost Junyang Prefecture of Lin Cang Path.

Since Junyang Prefecture is adjacent to Jiuhua Dao, the rebellious forces within Lin Cang Path previously liked to gather here. Wanyan Lie actually wanted to come too, but unfortunately, Tuoba Tao got there first, so he could only stay in Lingcang City, responsible for the other cities and the remaining two prefectures.

Tuoba Tao also knew that ten years ago, the Battle of Hedong left the Great Jin Imperial Court somewhat dissatisfied with him. To change this, he had to try to achieve merits, so he seized the task of garrisoning Junyang Prefecture, feeling quite pleased.

But that was before. At this moment, seeing with his own eyes the gates of Junyang Prefecture City being destroyed by a black blade light, his eyes almost burst, and his mood suddenly turned to extreme anger.

"The gates are open, the army follows me to breach Junyang Prefecture!"

"Brothers, kill...…"

"The twelfth city, brothers, push harder. Second Master orders that by tomorrow morning, we must reach Lingcang City, and within three days, we must capture the entire Lin Cang Path!"

"What Great Jin elite, they are no match for my Red Flame Army."

"Hahahahaha, kill!"

...

The city gates shattered, accompanied by the indignant roars of high morale, countless red-armored soldiers flooded into the city like a tide of blood. Sword lights filled the surroundings of the city gates, and waves of black-armored soldiers, despite being willing to sacrifice their lives trying to hold the line, could not stop this overwhelming red torrent.

Overwhelming blood energy covered the skies of the prefectural city, complementing the red torrent on the ground. A small cluster of red clouds belonging to black-armored soldiers was incomparable to the Hou Clan's Red Flame Army.

The defending army was thoroughly overwhelmed in numbers.

With the breach of the city gates, defeat was almost inevitable.

"Two million troops, how could two million troops appear in Lin Cang Path with no news from Emperor Yuliang? And Junyang Prefecture below, all eleven cities have been breached, yet not a single person sent a message!"

Tuoba Tao's roar was both shocked and enraged. Although his Wolf Slaughter Guard was collapsing, he did not personally join the battle, only staring intently at the slowly emerging robust figure behind the city gates.

"Our Hou Clan's two million elite are all here; how many did you leave in those eleven cities below? They wanted to send you a message, but was it possible?"

Tuoba Tao hadn't clearly seen the robust figure entering through the city gates when a slightly effeminate voice rang from behind him. He turned to see a young man dressed in dark red tight clothing holding a longsword. Feeling the aura from the other, his mind and spirit immediately sank.

"It's been many years, Marquis Qingyang, how have you been...?"

The robust figure at the gate had already walked in. Tuoba Tao watched as he and the young man behind him moved, realizing they intended to attack from front and back to prevent his escape. A surge of anger emerged from the bottom of his heart. His gaze fixed on the two for more than ten breaths before he clenched his thoughts, gritting his teeth to speak.

"Hou Yucheng, Hou Yujie...…"

Who would have thought that ten years ago, during the Battle of Hedong, the Hou Brothers were as insignificant as ants before him, but now they stood on equal footing, both reaching the realm of fragmentation, and planned to kill him.

If he could have foreseen today's situation, ten years ago, Tuoba Tao wouldn't have let a single one of the five members of the Hou Clan survive. Thе lаtеst сhаptеrs аrе аlwаys аvаilаblе first оn

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Wait, how many of the five from the Hou Clan came, what if Hou Yuxiao…

Seeing Tuoba Tao's eyes turn cautious and searching around, Hou Yucheng instantly understood, grinning, "Marquis Qingyang rest assured, my eldest brother didn't come. If he had, it wouldn't even be our turn to waste words with you!"

Tuoba Tao's face flushed crimson. As one of the Great Jin's twenty-eight marquises, with a cultivation of fragmentation realm and several hundred years old, being ridiculed by a youthful Hou Yucheng made him furious. But seeing the scene of the army below, coupled with the blood energy suppression he felt, he clenched his fists but dared not act out.

Two million Red Flame Army against his four hundred thousand Wolf Slaughter Guard had a blood energy suppression not even on the same level, let alone with Hou Yucheng and Hou Yujie before him. He now had to consider how to save his life rather than saving face.

"Among the Great Jin's twenty-eight marquises, Marquis Qingyang's long halberd is renowned. I wonder how it compares with the longsword in Mr. Hou's hand?"