50: Chapter 50 Despair, Five Thousand Red-Clad Iron Cavalry, Dead!

Inside one of the largest military tents.

The air was filled with noise, and the aroma of wine and roasted meat wafted out long before one even reached the entrance.

Seated in the primary seat was a burly man with a thick, curly beard. He held a massive wine jar, tilting his head back to drink deeply. The wine trickled down his beard, giving him a wild and reckless Aura.

He was none other than the commander of the five thousand Red-Clad Iron Cavalry—Commander Wang Jiu, a fierce general at the second level of the Great Grandmaster realm.

Seated on both sides below him were seven or eight capable-looking generals, all of whom were captains within the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry.

"Hahaha! Commander Wang, when you split that Dayuan general's flag with a single strike yesterday, it was truly satisfying!" a captain with a face full of scars raised his wine bowl and shouted excitedly.

Commander Wang Jiu slammed the wine jar onto his table with a "thud," wiped the wine stains from his beard, and said with a smile, "Hmph! They are merely the Dayuan border army, nothing worth praising! However, that woman who suddenly appeared that day did have some skill; she took down dozens of my Red-Clad Iron Cavalry. It's a pity she's wasting her talent among a bunch of trash!"

At the mention of that woman, a tall, thin captain with shifty, rat-like eyes rolled his gaze and spoke with a flattering smile: "Commander, speaking of that woman... tsk tsk. Although we couldn't see her face clearly under that bamboo hat, her figure and Aura were truly heroic! I feel that she is... a perfect match for you, Commander!"

The tent fell silent for a moment, followed by an even louder burst of laughter.

"Old Liu is right!"

"And from her moves, it seems she's also a Great Grandmaster!! Only conquering a woman like that brings a true sense of achievement!"

Seeing a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of Commander Wang Jiu's mouth, the tall, thin captain grew even more enthusiastic: "Commander! Tomorrow, we'll strike with all our might and break through Tianwan City! When that happens, the brothers will dig three feet into the ground to find that little lady for you! We'll tie her up and bring her back to be your bandit... ah, no, to be the Commander's wife! Hahaha!"

Listening to his subordinates' cheering, a strange glint flashed in Commander Wang Jiu's eyes. He raised his wine bowl and laughed heroically, "Then I shall thank my brothers in advance! Come, drink! After the city falls tomorrow, we shall discuss the rest!"

"To the Commander!" Everyone raised their wine bowls simultaneously and drained them in one go!

However, amidst this lively atmosphere, a faint sound suddenly echoed.

The thick curtain of the commander's tent suddenly split down the middle and fell to the ground.

A figure dressed in a black Dragon robe walked in with hands clasped behind his back.

Instantly, the tent fell silent.

The two Red-Clad Iron Cavalry captains closest to the entrance reacted swiftly. They grabbed the long sabers beside them, pointed them at the figure outside the tent, and barked, "Who goes there?!"

Most of their drunken stupor was instantly dispelled by the shock.

Commander Wang Jiu also set down his wine jar, looking toward the entrance with killing intent.

"Who are you? How dare you intrude upon the camp of our Red-Clad Iron Cavalry. It seems you truly have no fear of death!" Commander Wang Jiu's expression instantly darkened.

At the same time, a faint sense of unease rose in his heart. The perimeter of their camp was filled with countless sentries and hidden scouts; how could this person reach the central commander's tent without making a sound? What had happened to the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry outside?

Xia Jin ignored the other party, casually scanning the people in the tent before his gaze finally settled on Commander Wang Jiu.

Seeing Xia Jin ignore him, the tall, thin captain was both shocked and enraged. Fueled by liquid courage, he slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Xia Jin and shouting, "Audacious! Commander Wang is questioning you! Are you deaf? Men! Get me—"

However, before he could finish his sentence, his body suddenly stiffened. He looked down in disbelief at a thin line that had appeared on his body.

Xia Jin merely spared him a cold glance.

He hadn't made any other movement.

The captain's body was as if sliced by an invisible blade from the top of his head to his crotch. Then, it split neatly down the middle and collapsed to both sides.

"Old... Old Liu!!" Someone gasped, their voice trembling involuntarily.

"He didn't even move, yet Old Liu is dead. This is definitely a... a monster!" A Red-Clad Iron Cavalry captain shouted in terror, "Men!!"

However, outside the tent, there was still a deathly silence.

The camp where five thousand Red-Clad Iron Cavalry were stationed remained unnervingly quiet.

Any remaining drunkenness in Commander Wang Jiu vanished completely at this moment, and cold sweat trickled down his neck.

He stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on Xia Jin, his face filled with extreme wariness.

He was, after all, a powerful Great Grandmaster at the second level. Once he calmed down, he clearly sensed that the Auras of the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry outside had almost entirely vanished! It was as if they were all dead.

This fellow... who exactly was he?

And what terrifying method had he used to make five thousand elite cavalry... go completely silent?

In just a few moments, Commander Wang Jiu's palms were drenched in cold sweat.

Xia Jin casually beckoned Commander Wang Jiu with a finger.

"You, come here."

Commander Wang Jiu's muscles tensed as if facing a formidable enemy.

Another Red-Clad Iron Cavalry captain nearby, driven to irrationality by the grisly death of his comrade, gritted his teeth and lunged at Xia Jin with his saber: "Bastard! How dare you be so disrespectful to the Commander! I'll cut you down!"

"Hmm?" Xia Jin glanced indifferently at the man.

The lunging captain, along with the long saber in his hand, met the same fate as the tall, thin captain three feet away from Xia Jin. His body split into two halves out of thin air.

"A ghost! A ghost! This guy isn't human, he's a devil!"

This time, the remaining people in the tent could no longer suppress their fear. Some collapsed to the ground with weak legs, while others couldn't help but gag. They looked at Xia Jin as if they were looking at a demon god.

Without even moving his eyes, two Red-Clad Iron Cavalry captains, whose strength was equal to theirs, had been instantly sliced in two!

What kind of method was this?

Commander Wang Jiu's heart hammered against his ribs as he pointed outside. "You... what exactly did you do to them?!"

"Them?" Xia Jin's voice remained flat. "They have gone below for an eternal sleep, of course!"

Commander Wang Jiu's face turned pale as he stared at Xia Jin. "Your... Your Excellency, we of the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry should have... no grievances with you, right? Why... why resort to such cruel methods?"

"What is the use of a dead man asking so much?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he casually raised his right hand and made a slight waving motion toward Commander Wang Jiu and the remaining generals in the tent.

Inside the tent, cut marks appeared silently and simultaneously on the bodies of Commander Wang Jiu and the others, who then crashed to the ground.

In the vast commander's tent, besides Xia Jin, only one person remained standing.

It was the Red-Clad Iron Cavalry captain who had been sitting near the back and had collapsed to the ground in extreme terror, narrowly escaping death. Of course, Xia Jin had intentionally spared his life.

"I'll leave you alive," Xia Jin glanced at him, "Go back and tell your Yuehua Dynasty Emperor."

"His hand has reached out too far."

"I, of the Beiji Region, find it distasteful."

"Beiji... Beiji Region?!" The young captain felt as if struck by lightning and looked up abruptly. "You... you are from the Beiji Region?! How... how is this possible... how could the Beiji Region..."

Xia Jin stopped looking at him and turned to walk out of the tent.

"Scram. If you run too slowly... you will stay here forever to keep them company." pace