Inside the beacon city.

Jenna held the snow-silver long sword named "Mountain Dove", and drew snowflakes in the air like afterimages, slashing at the enemy in front of her, and the sharp and thin ice fell like a blade.

The magnetic swordsman turned the sword in his hand over, and a strange position emerged in the air, which bounced off the ice pieces. Then he swung the sword, sweeping the ice pieces to a corner of the courtyard.

The ice flakes hit the ground with a crisp sound, then shattered and slowly melted, adding a bit of chill to the air.

"I advise Miss Jenna not to resist, lest I accidentally hurt you." The swordsman slowly placed the sword in front of his chest, a special aura gradually rising from his body, and it seemed as if he was ready to use all his strength.

"snort."

Jenna is not an irrational person. After several attempts and exchanges, she gradually realized that it would be difficult for her to defeat the man in front of her.

Want to run away?

But what about the people in the courtyard now? Most of them had watched her grow up, and many of them could be considered half-family. It was still difficult for her to accept leaving them behind.

At this time, there were only a few people left standing on Jenna's side in the courtyard. Although they were strong, well-trained, and had strong willpower, unfortunately, there were too few Transcendents. It was true that Longde was good at training soldiers, but even his Transcendent cultivation was only average.

Reaching Sequence 5 was already a difficult feat, so teaching others was simply impossible; it required extensive knowledge and experience. Not everyone was like Loran Hill, who had inherited nearly the entirety of an entire dynasty from the outset, possessing a thorough understanding of all knowledge and taboos.

Therefore, aside from a few Sequence 3 captains, most of his subordinates remained at the level of ordinary people or Sequence 1. During his absence, Xue Te had dispatched his men to investigate the future, naturally having conducted sufficient intelligence investigations and possessing a high degree of confidence.

"Miss, run first. They won't do anything to us. After all, they still want us to work for them." An older mercenary nearby said this to Jenna, and then took a few people to temporarily block the swordsman.

"But..." Jenna was still hesitating.

But the swordsman on the opposite side would not give up. A faint black light appeared on the long sword in his hand. With a few strong sweeps, he directly chopped down the people who were blocking his way, along with their weapons.

Then the black sword slashed down at Jenna. Just as Jenna was about to raise the knife, she felt the knife in her hand suddenly become heavy. She couldn't keep up with the movement and was knocked away.

The long sword flew out of her hand and stabbed into the wall. She then tumbled to the ground, a thin gash on her cheek near her ear from the sword's blade. Blood slowly flowed from it.

“That’s enough!”

Just as the swordsman was about to capture Jenna, a voice rang out at the gate.

A man with a brow like a sword walked in, and the mercenaries who had previously joined him lowered their heads, not daring to look at him. He drew the longsword from his waist, and with a flash of white light, he swept aside the swordsman and stood in front of his daughter.

This man was Lund.

"You're back so early." The swordsman who was recruiting frowned. Today's meeting would not end so easily.

"Of course I knew someone was coming here, so I had to rush back early."

Longde slowly held his sword across his chest. He had indeed gone to the meeting, but he had also left behind a reliable spy who could keep track of the situation even during the meeting and quickly return.

Under his sharp gaze, the mercenaries who had surrendered lowered their heads in guilt, not daring to look directly at the man.

"Since you have chosen your own path, I will not stop you. From now on, you don't have to call me leader. Let's go our separate ways."

Then the man asked his men to rescue the injured and living people. Looking at the remaining blood and motionless bodies in the yard, he frowned.

"If Lord Longde is willing to join us, Lord Xuete will ask the best priests to treat these people." The magnetic swordsman continued.

"Join?" The man raised his eyebrows.

"Then what do you think of my brothers who fought so hard? In the end, we still have to work for you, our enemies."

"Are you taking this as a joke?"

"You don't treat us as human beings, or you are too good at treating us as human beings."

"That's ridiculous."

Looking at the man with sword-like eyebrows, the swordsman's expression slowly changed, and he felt a bit of uncontrollable anger.

It's just a dozen people who died. Why do you talk so righteously? When mercenaries fight, there will always be casualties. These men are just consumables.

It seems that I can't be gentle this time, he sighed secretly, then raised his hand again and asked the halberd-wielding man behind him to prepare.

Seeing that the other party was about to attack again, Lund also put his hand on the hilt of the sword and blocked the middle of the courtyard.

Pa pa pa.

The sound of clapping hands rang out from a wall in the courtyard, drawing everyone's attention.

"Lord Lund is indeed a rare warrior." The man sitting on the wall was wearing tight trousers and a jacket, holding a short harp in his hand. He seemed to be a bard who suddenly appeared from nowhere.

"Bayer?" The swordsman looked at this man with some surprise.

"Exactly."

He leaped down from the wall and into the courtyard. "Actually, Lord Shimos, whom I follow, is also very interested in Lord Longde."

He bowed and smiled, and there was a platinum ring on the bard's ear.

Shimos is also a giant in Fengyan City today, and his strength is not much different from that of Xuete.

"Don't worry, whether Lord Lund joins or not, we will help you treat these men."

"Thank you, Lord Shimos." Londe nodded slowly to the bard.

"Just your words?"

The Magnetic Swordsman's expression was visibly grim. If the bard succeeded in recruiting him, how would he face Lord Snow upon his return? Would he say he'd messed up and lost the most important person? The Lord wasn't known for his good temper; even he sometimes worried and frightened.

"Go." Thinking of this, the swordsman no longer hesitated and ordered his men behind him to rush forward, ready to capture Longde and his daughter alive.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." The bard turned around and asked the people on Lund's side to retreat quickly, then blew a whistle.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air came from above everyone's heads, followed by a rain of arrows falling into the yard. The black arrows with triangular arrowheads pierced into the bodies of those halberd bearers and hit the stones on the ground, making dense clinking sounds and emitting sparks.

After a round of arrow rain, many halberd bearers were injured by arrows and could no longer move.

Seeing this, the bard continued to summon nearby reinforcements and took the remaining people in the yard out.

The swordsman, lacking help, could not stop Londe and the bard alone, and could only thrust his sword into the stone slab in hatred to vent his frustration.