"How can it be said there are no clothes?"

The warriors and soldiers of Ying Country were stunned, they strode forward, under the Azure Dragon’s banner, opened their mouths, and a desolate sound arose.

"Together we don the same robe, the king marshals the troops, sharpen my spears and halberds, together we stand united against the enemy!"

Li Guanyi held the battle halberd, he urged the divine steed to turn back, the Qilin Army left this place with Prince Qin, he raised his battle halberd, and merely said:

"How can it be said there are no clothes?"

Yue Qianfeng remained silent, then clasped his weapon, shouted loudly, a rugged voice mixing with the sound of the Qilin Army soldiers, deep and solemn:

"Together we wear the same mantle. The king marshals the troops, sharpen my spears and halberds, together we act in unison!"

The wind blew across the battlefield, the warriors of the Central Plains fought shoulder to shoulder, yet scattered apart, the parts hanging on the banners swayed in the wind, making a sound like waves, they turned their backs to each other, and marched away.

They collectively raised their weapons, struck their chests, the sound of armor rang cold and fierce, in the wind, among footsteps and the sound of armor, high above, they shouted in voices not so in sync, with different accents from various places:

"How can it be said there are no clothes? Together we don the same attire. The king marshals the troops, sharpen my armor and weapons!"

"Together we march!"

They sang, together we march.

Then, amidst the battlefield filled with iron and blood, they turned their backs on one another, parted ways completely.

Awaiting the next battle, blades and swords meeting.

To kill each other.

Military God Jiang Su felt a sense of loneliness, he did not like this feeling, merely held his weapon, thinking of the day of peace without conflict and turmoil for the Daying Kingdom, raised his hand, looking at the palm, where the dragon’s mark coiled.

The fortunes of Ying Country, empowered his body.

"But, Your Majesty..."

"Such matters."

...

Though the Turkic Great Khan is dead, sporadic rebellions still occur in various regions, both forces still need to continue to stabilize these small-scale disturbances.

Yue Qianfeng enjoyed the feeling of crossing swords with ordinary warriors very much.

He finally didn’t have to cough up blood.

Coughing up blood is still coughing up blood, it’s just shifted elsewhere.

This warrior, accustomed to sparring with the top ten peak divine generals of the world, when he fought with ordinary generals, realized he was truly strong.

The remaining elite of Chen Country, under Chen Wenmian’s command, or rather, were gathered by the Qilin Army, during the pacification of rebellions, Yue Qianfeng was eager to defeat Chen Tianqi.

He challenged many times.

After the Northern Border campaign, Chen Tianqi did not refuse.

This number one warrior from Chen Country 180 years ago, used only skills and maneuvers to subdue Yue Qianfeng, only during the clash he didn’t use the final deadly move, nor went all out, thus Yue Qianfeng, despite losing many times, did not cough up blood.

Not a mouthful of blood!

On this day, Yue Qianfeng went to see Chen Tianqi again, laughing heartily:

"Old man, is the old man still here?"

"Hahaha!"

He kicked open the military tent, did not see Chen Tianqi, raised his eyebrows, strolled outside, only to find the white-haired old man in front of a stone monument, Yue Qianfeng laughed heartily: "Old man, why are you hiding here?"

"Is it because you think you’re not my match, so you cower in fear?"

Chen Tianqi’s hand caressed the stone monument, only arrogantly laughing at the words:

"Yue Qianfeng, with your mediocre martial arts, you dare claim victory over me?"

"Were it not for my lifespan being well exceeded, always in a state of no thought, only preserving vitality atop the Book Collection Pavilion, barely ensuring survival by not making a move, with qi and blood greatly declining."

"In the first instance, I would have made you cough up all your blood!"

"Still spouting nonsense here?"

Yue Qianfeng was indifferent, only puckered his lips.

This old man lived too long, more than two hundred years, Yue Qianfeng in front of him, a mere junior among juniors, being spoken to by such an old fellow didn’t mean losing face.

Moreover, Chen Tianqi’s lifespan had already reached his utmost limit, it was only by utilizing special means to gather vitality, conserving a breath, using it sparingly, that he battled during Chen Country’s downfall.

However, in such a state, it is only hanging on by a thread.

Being able to fight, is only being able to fight.

If Chen Tianqi, in his peak strength, faced Yue Qianfeng.

At that time, as Emperor Chen Wu’s elder, who truly supported Chen Country to stand firm in chaotic times, extending the country’s legacy, wielding a long spear, roaming the world unhindered, bold and resolute, known as unrivaled in the current era.

Back then, Yue Qianfeng, not having broken through to the Eighth Layer Heaven, might really have been easily put to death in battle, coughing up all his blood.

But time is most unkind.

A top-notch divine general, in the state of his last breath, being able to don armor and ride through the war, can be said to be extremely resilient, yet growing old in such a way, no matter how hard he tries, cannot see the shadow of his past self.

Yue Qianfeng and Chen Tianqi had a fight.

Yue Qianfeng was confident he could win, but in the end, he was turned over by this old man, with a bruised face, his arms spread out, lying on the ground, gasping for breath, completely exhausted.

Chen Tianqi nudged Yue Qianfeng with his toe.

Yue Qianfeng couldn’t be bothered to respond.

Chen Tianqi merely shook his head, with his long spear casually flicking, picking up the wine gourd from Yue Qianfeng’s waist, casually uncapped the gourd, raising his head to drink, the wine isn’t considered fine, only strong, scraping his throat like a knife.

Chen Tianqi seemed more able to tolerate such wine than Yue Qianfeng.