To the north of Fancheng are several small kingdoms in the Western Regions. The military strength of these small kingdoms is far inferior to that of the Great Yue Kingdom. In the past, it was fortunate that the Great Yue Kingdom did not provoke them. Unless the Jinran Kingdom took the lead, they would not dare to attack the Great Yue Kingdom.

Therefore, Fancheng has always been peaceful.

To Ximen Fusu's surprise, the threat this time was not from the east or the west, but from the north!

His father was in imminent danger. Although he was the designated heir and the people were relatively supportive of him, the treacherous political situation still contained some unstable factors.

Xi Jing's attack at this crucial moment brought both crisis and the greatest opportunity for him to ascend the throne.

Prince Fusu was the true king of the Great Yue Kingdom, having defended the country's borders during a time of crisis!

Seeing the Xijing army begin their charge, and this time with even greater momentum than before, Ximen Fusu realized that his opponent could no longer hold back and had begun a general offensive.

"Go, bring all our stored munitions for defending the city!"

The adjutant reminded him, "Prince, that's our last piece of weaponry."

Ximen Fusu said, "This is also the last battle for Fancheng. The Xijing Army has launched a general offensive. If they can't break through the city, their morale will collapse."

"But they outnumber us..."

"Call upon all men aged 14 to 60 to defend the city."

With rage blazing in his eyes, Ximen Fusu said, "Tell them that the people of Xijing are wolves and tigers. If Fancheng falls, the Great Yue will perish, and we foreigners will be slaves for eternity!"

"The people of the Great Moon will never be slaves!"

The adjutant immediately made the arrangements.

The Xijing Army's offensive was fierce. Although they did not intend to attack Fancheng from the beginning and did not prepare many siege weapons, the men under Du Yucheng were known for their bravery.

The group of people who came out of Zhenhai Camp chased Zhao Huan relentlessly, even driving Zhao Huan and his son to jump into the sea.

Zhao Huan had been cautious his whole life, yet he almost fell into the hands of this elite group.

Although Ximen Fusu did not know the origin of this elite force, he knew from their offensive that they were no ordinary troops.

Du Yucheng was willing to spend a lot of money to send this group of people to attack the city, which shows his determination to break through the city and make a name for himself.

After all, Zhang Dalian, who led the Second Route Army, was of a lower rank than him, but he had the best job. Wen Hu had even assigned Xu Qingshan to him, so taking over those small countries would be no problem for him at all.

If Wen Hu can conquer Jinran, these small countries can all be incorporated into the Xijing territory. If Jinran cannot be taken, Zhang Dalian can simply withdraw.

But his military achievements speak for themselves.

It is said that if Chengdu fails to achieve merit in this battle, it will likely be overshadowed by Zhang Dalian.

Zhang Dalian had followed Wang Ren for many years and was older and more experienced than Du Yucheng. Du Yucheng felt no pressure when facing Wang Yuluan, but he did feel pressure in front of Zhang Dalian.

Even though his rank was already higher than Zhang Dalian's, he still wanted to truly surpass him.

"Pour oil!"

"ignition!"

"Even if we die on the city walls, we cannot let them get up here!!"

"kill!!!"

As Ximen Fusu was giving instructions, a sharp glint suddenly flashed before his eyes. He instinctively retreated, and the guards on both sides raised their shields and joined together.

Bang!!!

The guards were shaken away, and Ximen Fusu saw that Du Yucheng was already standing on the city wall, holding a halberd, with a cold smile on his face.

"Release the arrows!" Ximen Fusu shouted.

The surrounding archers immediately fired arrows at Du Yucheng.

Du Yucheng, looking down on everyone, spun his halberd, deflecting all the arrows, and then swept it horizontally forward.

Boom!!!

A shockwave shot out in an arc, sending all the archers flying.

Having been tempered by war, Du Yucheng has now reached the late stage of a top-tier master.

Ximen Fusu was also thrown away by the shockwave, but his body suddenly stabilized just as he was about to be reattached to the door panel.

Because a hand pressed down on his back, dissipating the aura emanating from him.

"Brother Fusu, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Upon hearing this, Ximen Fusu's pupils dilated, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Achuan..."

A man with long hair hanging down his back and a full beard walked out.

It was none other than Zhou Chuan, who had been on a mission to the Western Regions for more than three years.

The hardships of the Western Regions and the passage of time have left their marks on his face.

but,

He was still wearing a blue robe and carrying a long sword.

Ximen Fusu immediately looked at Zhou Chuan, reached out to cup his face, and said excitedly, "Didn't you go to the snow mountain? Why did you come back?"

Zhou Chuan said, "We can go to the snow mountain anytime, but right now, I need to stay by your side."

Suppressing his emotions, Ximen Fusu bowed to Zhou Chuan and said, "Dayue, I'm entrusting you with this."

Zhou Chuan nodded, took his sword, and walked towards Chengdu.

Du Yucheng sized up Zhou Chuan, thinking that anyone who could easily deflect his attack must be a master. He asked, "Who are you? State your name."

"Zhou Chuan."

"You're Zhou Chuan?"

The disciple of the Jinghai Sword Master, the second-place martial arts candidate, the Grand Jing Angel, and Zhao Cheng's brother-in-law—these titles had long made Zhou Chuan famous throughout Jing, and Du Yucheng naturally knew of him as well.

But what Du Yucheng cared about was not Zhou Chuan's title, but his relationship with Zhao Cheng.

Since he is Zhao Cheng's brother-in-law, then... he should be killed!

“Zhou Chuan, you are an envoy of the Great Jing, yet you betray your country and help the Great Yue?” Du Yucheng immediately accuses Zhou Chuan of a great compliment.

Zhou Chuan asked expressionlessly, "Who are you?"

Du Yu Chengdu said, "General of Xijing, Du Yu Chengdu!"

Zhou Chuan said, "I only know Emperor Yuan Xiu of Da Jing, Prime Minister Zhao Huan of Da Jing, and Prince Consort Zhao Cheng of Da Jing. What is Xi Jing? What is the General of Xi Jing?"

"Madman!!"

Du Yucheng was enraged by a single sentence and immediately launched an attack on Zhou Chuan.

The halberd thrust directly at Zhou Chuan's face, but Zhou Chuan didn't move an inch, gripping his longsword vertically to block. The halberd struck the blade, but it didn't even cause the blade to tremble. Instead, an invisible force flowed rapidly outward from the point where the two weapons met, lifting Zhou Chuan's long hair and causing the muscles on Du Yucheng's face to twitch.

After a brief standoff, Zhou Chuan flicked his wrist, turned his sword, and deflected the halberd.

A sharp glint flashed in Zhou Chuan's eyes, and then he thrust his sword towards Du Yucheng.

A gentleman is not a vessel!

Du Yucheng felt all the nerves in his body tense up. What Zhou Chuan was holding in his hand was clearly a sword, but in his eyes it was like a ruler!

He is being educated!

A gentleman is not a vessel.

A gentleman is not a vessel!

Du Yucheng was somewhat dazed, his whole body stiffening, waiting for Zhou Chuan to stab him with his sword and teach him a harsh lesson.

If Yang Taozhi were here, he would surely be surprised.

This "A Gentleman is Not a Tool" is only the first move of the Gentleman's Sword, but now it can unleash such power in Zhou Chuan's hands.

It's not that the Gentleman's Sword is so powerful.

Zhou Chuan has become stronger!