Why do I have so many masters?

"You falsely accuse us..."

Baili Feng stepped forward.

He looked at the ferocious-looking general from the Kingdom of Che Shi and said calmly,

"Falsely accusing?"

"If there is discontent in your heart, here is my fine head for you to take, should you dare."

In a calm voice, Baili Feng took another step forward.

Two brave soldiers from Great Qin closely followed behind him.

Showing no fear.

However, the gathered soldiers of the Kingdom of Che Shi couldn't stop themselves from retreating.

The piercing cry of hawks resounded.

A silver-winged Flying Eagle circled, flapping its wings upwards, clouds by its side, its sharp eyes reflecting the fiery scene below, mirroring the standoff of three men against a thousand elite soldiers.

The Flying Eagle circled again, flapped its wings, its cry piercing and shattering as it rushed toward the clouds.

Feathers from the eagle fell.

Atop the nine-story pavilion, a girl clad in bridal red widened her eyes in shock, observing the sudden chaos in the camp, a spark flashing in her eyes.

This was...

The Che Shi general was taller by a head and even bulkier than Baili Feng, but at this moment, he dared not confront Baili Feng.

Baili Feng pressed forward, his jaw set hard with clenched steel teeth, yet he had no choice but to keep retreating.

With a mix of shock and anger in his heart, compounded by internal injuries, he accidentally stepped on a crack he had created himself, stumbled, and fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up dust and soil like waves.

Baili Feng stood before him, his eyes sweeping over the Che Shi braves in front, watching the general whose face was full of rage and terror; he suddenly chuckled, pointed to his own neck, and taunted,

"This is the fate of the Kingdom of Che Shi!"

The young man's eyes were bright.

"Should anyone decapitate me, then indeed, the Kingdom of Che Shi would be formidable."

"First slay the Northern Hun Royal Family, then cut down my Great Qin Defending General, and the Kingdom of Che Shi will surely perish here, allowing Great Qin and the Northern Hun to claim its lands and divide them."

"You!!!"

Upon hearing this, the general was filled with fury but even more fear and astonishment, unable to speak, his rage choking him until he coughed up a great mouthful of blood, his complexion turning whiter.

Baili Feng stood still, his eyes becoming calm, and said,

"I want to see Tuoba Wu."

"No need, I am already here!"

A steady, deep voice answered, like the rumbling growl of a beast in fury.

Tuoba Wu had already arrived at the scene, his expression grim.

Such was the camp, nearly in mutiny, this here being the border city of the Kingdom of Che Shi, considered elite; consequently, such a major incident was immediately reported to the main general.

Tuoba Wu, almost disregarding the alliance, flushed with rage, rushed out, with the Fifth Rank general from Northern Hun, both Fourth Rank Martial Artists, employing Qinggong to hurry forward, reaching the dungeons in just a few breaths.

The famous general from Northern Hun, Xi Wuqi, almost instantly saw the head held in Baili Feng's hands.

A rush of blood surged to his head, and even though he generally looked down on this youth, he was, after all, the Seventh Prince of the Northern Hun, a person of noble identity, yet he had died under his protection.

His limbs nearly froze in an instant, and in the next moment, unleashing his movement technique, he charged directly at Baili Feng, his fierce energy stirring the heavens.

Enveloped in the killing intent of a Fifth Rank expert, Baili Feng nearly instantly felt chills in his limbs, losing control over his own body, yet he showed no sign of it, his eyes slightly open, he bellowed,

"You failed to take my camp, yet you killed the son of the Northern Hun Nation's King, a hatred for killing a son, a grudge for insulting a nation."

"Whether it be Great Qin or Northern Hun, I have already made the choice for you, if not now, then when!!!"

The bellow was almost a roar, and because it was in the language of the Tuoba family, Xi Wuqi didn't quite understand it; he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly felt a surge in his heart, turning back only to see a chilling spear thrusting directly toward him.

The wielder of the spear was none other than Tuoba Wu, who at this moment was also filled with indignant rage, left with no other choice.

On the one hand, there was just provocation at the border, on the other, a son had died in his own camp.

He had no choice!

No choice!

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a fierce shout rang out, the spear was raised, a stealth attack knocked Xi Wuqi down, the camp's soldiers already drumming, forming ranks, naturally, the elite military's deadly aura emerged.

Like a grey wolf howling at the moon, it soared to the skies.

After thirty-seven exchanges, the famous general from Northern Hun, Xi Wuqi, was dead.

With spear in hand, Tuoba Wu strode beside Baili Feng, his body splattered with blood, his murderous aura unbound, while around him, the elite grasped their weapons tightly, following their leader, the military's deadly aura converging, wolf-like.

Tuoba Wu and Baili Feng stood facing each other, both silent, only Tuoba Wu's followers from the elite of Che Shi were no longer confused.

The murderous aura was devastating.

Behind Baili Feng stood only two people, their bodies covered in numerous wounds, yet they held themselves erect, their expressions resolute.

In the oppressive silence, suddenly a clanging cry was heard, Tuoba Wu drew the sword from his waist, and in that ringing howl, the fiercely sharp curved saber directly locked onto Baili Feng's neck, needing only a slight force to chop off Baili Feng's fine head.

Baili Feng's two Great Qin soldiers instinctively stepped forward, Baili Feng raised his hand to stop them, watching Tuoba Wu in front with an expression cold as Hanyuan, and simply said,

"Fine blade."

Tuoba Wu, looking at the calm and bold Qin general, squinted his eyes, then with a sudden force, the blade's cold gleam flashed by, followed by a continuously echoing clang.

The curved sword was thrust into the ground, blood dripping from its edge.

Baili Feng's expression remained unchanged.

Tuoba Wu's spear thrust into the ground, beside him lay the headless corpse of the Northern Hun Nation's general, and Tuoba Wu, noble as the Protector General, a Fourth Rank Martial Artist, took it upon himself to bow to Baili Feng, his voice hoarse as he said: