Marshal's Mansion, main hall.

Wu Yanyong, who was drinking, suddenly heard the sound of a horn from the city gate. He was shocked and immediately stood up, drew his sword, and shouted loudly: "What's going on? Where is the shouting and killing coming from?"

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, a blood-stained Wuhuan general came up to him, panting heavily, "General, the west gate was attacked by the Han people, and now they have entered the city. The brothers are resisting hard, but the enemy is too fierce. We...we are no match for them."

"Han people?"

"Sure enough, they came. We didn't do anything, but they couldn't help it."

"Damn, damn it!"

"Get on your horses, I want to go meet the Han people and avenge the king."

"Walk!!"

Soon, thousands of the Marshal's personal soldiers gathered outside the door.

Before Wu Yanyong could boost morale, he saw thousands of defeated soldiers rushing towards him.

His eyes were blazing with flames. He drew out his sword and chopped down several people in a row, shouting loudly: "Are you still the eagles of the grassland? When you encounter the enemy, you just run away. Are you worthy of your family and your tribe?"

"Anyone who retreats will be killed without mercy!!"

Murderous intent enveloped these fleeing soldiers, but they had already been frightened by the charging Zhao Yun and the elite troops behind him, so how could they dare to stay?
They didn't listen at all and continued to flee.

Wu Yanyong was furious and swung the sword in his hand.

The hidden energy in the body poured out like a tide.

A black blade light drew a graceful arc in the air, and dozens of fleeing Wuhuan soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

This really scared the fleeing soldiers.

No one expected Wu Yanyong to be so cruel, even to his own people.

But the heavenly general chasing behind is equally invincible. What should we do?
While he was hesitating, Zhao Yun had already arrived. Feeling the fluctuation of the aura of a local general in the Wuhuan army, a unique smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Finally, someone who can fight has arrived."

"You are Wu Yanyong, right?"

The person has not arrived yet, but the voice has already been heard.

Filled with an aura of oppression, coupled with silver armor and silver spear, Zhao Yun seemed to be so arrogant at this moment.

Wu Yanyong also discovered Zhao Yun. The strong sense of oppression made him feel suffocated.

But how could he be afraid as the commander of an army? He couldn't run away, or else Shanggu City would be taken away by the Han people.

He suppressed his fear and dread, raised the sword in his hand and said, "Yes, I am Wu Yanyong, one of the three great commanders of Wuhuan."

"It is said that the Chinese Dynasty is a great country and has always been particular about its appearance. I never thought that it is also a group of petty thieves."

"Using such despicable means to break into the city, do you think it's a shame?"

"Or a general of heaven? Do you just steal and do evil things every day?"

"If you have the ability, let's set up a battle outside the city and see who is better, you or my Wuhuan cavalry."

Zhao Yun chuckled and said, "Although your method of provoking me is poor, the reputation of China cannot be destroyed in my hands."

"I see that the auras of the soldiers behind you are similar. They must have practiced the same battle formation method." "The same is true for the hundreds of people behind me. However, today I am fighting against your Wuhuan battle formation alone. This will show the strength of China, right?"

Wu Yanyong's eyes sparkled. He didn't expect that Zhao Yun would actually be fooled by his casual words of provocation.

He was aware of the gap between the generals, and his only chance of turning the tables was the Wild Wolf Battle Formation he controlled. Now Zhao Yun's confidence was just what he wanted.

His heart was filled with joy, but his face showed calmness.

"Are you telling the truth?"

Zhao Yun laughed loudly: "What kind of battle formation can the barbarians have that defies the heavens?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

"If I don't defeat you head-on, I don't think you will be convinced."

Wu Yanyong laughed: "That's great."

"Start the Wild Wolf Battle Formation!!"

As the order was given, thousands of Wuhuan soldiers behind him began to practice their battle formation techniques.

In an instant, waves of black battle power flew out from the body of every Wuhuan soldier, and thousands of black auras condensed into a huge black wolf.

The black wolf opened its bloody mouth and roared loudly, then leaped forward and dived directly into Wu Yanyong's body.

Originally, the aura of Wu Yanyong in the late stage suddenly soared several times and rose rapidly.

At this moment, he even resonated with the heaven and earth. His strength increased rapidly, and he crossed the threshold of the Heavenly General that he had never touched before.

Wu Yanyong had never thought that the fusion of the Wild Wolf Battle Formation in this desperate situation would be so perfect.

His strength is comparable to that of a mid-stage Heavenly General. With this power, why would he be afraid of Zhao Yun?
His confidence grew rapidly, and he even looked down on Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun is so young. Even if he is lucky enough to break through to the level of Heavenly General, he is at most in the early stage of Heavenly General. How can he be his opponent?

Although the hundreds of cavalrymen behind him are extremely elite, even if they are all added to Zhao Yun, how much can his strength be improved?

Wu Yanyong, who felt he would win, was no longer as nervous or afraid as before. At this moment, he seemed like he could crush Zhao Yun with one foot.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you regret it now?"

"Give me a chance to make up for the huge gap between us, and I will give you a chance as well."

"Let the soldiers behind you start a battle formation and fight me."

Zhao Yun looked at Wu Yanyong with a smile: "Do you really think you will win?"

"You feel invincible with just this little power?"

"I am enough to kill you!!"

"Come!!"

"war!!"

The will to fight surged, but Zhao Yun's aura did not rise rapidly (End of this chapter)