Zhao Cheng's "divine intervention" became the breakthrough point in the battle of Yongliang.

Zhao Cheng didn't need Wang Yuluan to devise anything; he only needed Wang Yuluan to act according to his plan. He had Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao change into black robes and pretend to be the two dead followers, accompanying Wang Yuluan back to Yongliang City. It wasn't that he didn't trust Wang Yuluan's character or intelligence; he simply felt that Wang Yuluan lacked the decisiveness and means to rebel.

After returning to Yongliang, Wang Yuluan essentially became a tool for Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao. Zhao Cheng didn't believe that Wang Yuluan had any true confidants in Yongliang, so he didn't let Wang Yuluan rely on anyone's power. Instead, he used Wang Yuluan's identity to order the city gates to be opened at dawn.

The Jin army guarding the city gate initially resisted, and Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao were prepared to massacre the city walls and force their way through the gate from the inside. After all, Luo Wushan, Luo Ying, and Xu Qingshan were no longer alive, and if any of them were still in Yongliang City, Zhao Cheng would not have allowed Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao to take this risk.

To Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao's surprise, they only killed a few people before the rest chickened out. In particular, Wang Yuluan, the "tool" of the army, spontaneously launched into a tirade, recounting Wen Hu's various misdeeds and exaggerating the size of the Han army outside the city several times over, causing most of the Jin army to tremble with fear.

Wang Yuluan knew that resentment had already arisen among the Jin army that was desperately defending the city.

They had long since given up on this battle.

All that's needed is an excuse.

Wang Yuluan gave them a way out.

So the city gates were opened wide, and Zhao Cheng led the Han army in.

News of the city's fall spread quickly, and Wen Hu swiftly led his troops back to reinforce it. However, with his departure, the Jin army north of the city lost its leader. Alagas, who was well aware of Zhao Cheng's plan, immediately launched a full-scale attack, routing the Jin army and driving straight into Yongliang City.

Meanwhile, the Jin army that had been harassing the Great Yue army from behind, upon seeing the Great Yue army enter the city, decisively retreated northward and went deep into the desert...

No one expected that the key to this battle would fall on Wang Yuluan, the least famous person.

Wen Hu must be kicking himself for it; he should have let Wang Yuluan go on the expedition with the army in the first place.

It was still the height of summer, but a strong wind blew into Yongliang City.

Fallen leaves drifted down, and every few steps in the city, one could see corpses lying in pools of blood, which only added to the desolation of autumn.

Zhao Cheng walked in the middle, accompanied by four grandmasters: Zhou Chuan, Gong Xue, Bei Duo, and Yelü Yan, as he entered the main hall of the Wenjin Imperial Palace.

On the golden dragon throne, Wen Hu sat upright, a golden knife placed diagonally beside the chair, silently watching the five people who entered.

His eyes were calm, and his face showed no emotion; it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Zhao Cheng stopped and looked at Wen Hu from afar, saying, "You like this chair so much? Now that Wen Yong is dead, this chair can only be yours. How about I chat with you for a while and let you sit for a bit longer? You won't have this chance again."

Wen Hu did not respond, but instead turned his gaze to Zhao Cheng's rear.

Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao escorted someone in.

This person had a pale complexion, disheveled long hair, and sunken eyes, resembling a soulless walking corpse.

With the fall of Yongliang City and the complete annihilation of the Jin army, the Wen-Jin regime collapsed at this moment.

This founding emperor of Wen Jin would also be the last emperor of Wen Jin.

Zhao Cheng greeted him politely, smiling, "Brother, you've arrived."

“Zhao Cheng…” Wen Tai stared blankly at Zhao Cheng, his voice not as strong as before.

"Go and fetch two chairs." Zhao Cheng gestured to Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao, then put his arm around Wen Tai's shoulder and said, "Brother, come and watch with me how our nephew gets beaten up. After we're done watching, I'll take you back."

Wen Tai asked, "Is the teacher... alright?"

Zhao Cheng smiled and said, "Good, very good. Brother, don't be so nervous. I won't kill you, so don't be afraid."

"Zhao Cheng!"

Wen Hu suddenly spoke, his voice extremely hoarse: "Cangwu is dead, Luo Wushan is dead, who in this world is my match?"

"Even on the verge of death, he remains extremely arrogant!"

Yelü Yan was the first to respond to Wen Hu, and he charged towards Wen Hu, dragging a large sword with him.

Just as he was about to get close, Wen Hu suddenly sprang up from the dragon throne, but instead of picking up his golden knife, he threw a punch directly at Yelü Yan.

Bang!

Yelü Yan was forced back by Wen Hu's fist force and felt ashamed. He swung his broadsword in a wide and powerful manner, as if the previous strike was just a test and now he was truly using his real skills.

He made a few feinting slashes, and with each slash, a strong wind suddenly arose inside the hall. Although there was no sandstorm, everyone felt as if they were in the middle of one.

This is the power of a grandmaster's sword!

"He is... the sword-wielding man from the northern desert?" Heng Wenhao suddenly said.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng and Wen Tai were already seated in their chairs, with Zhao Hu and Heng Wenhao standing in front of them to protect them from the aftereffects of the battle.

Zhao Hu nodded and said, "This man was once famous throughout the northern desert. He was the number one swordsman of Yedan and was also known as the Desert Swordsman."

Zhao Cheng interjected, "It seems Ximen Fusu has struck gold; he's got some skills! You two are both swordsmen; is he more powerful, or are you two?"

Heng Wenhao said, "Of course he's skilled. His Sandstorm Blade technique... is a very fierce sword technique."

Zhao Hu curled his lip and said, "Swordsmanship? Brother Hengwen, why are you so modest? He's only better than us now because he's already a Grandmaster. If we're just talking about swordsmanship, the Two-Broken Blade would easily defeat the Sandstorm Mad Blade. Although we haven't reached the Grandmaster level, if the two of us were to fight him one-on-one, he would definitely lose!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng turned his head away disdainfully, and Heng Wenhao blushed slightly without realizing it.

If someone can become a grandmaster and their cultivation level is higher than yours, that's their skill!

You can make up this excuse, but you even have to say that there are two bigger ones?

Have some shame!

"Wen Hu seems to be really strong..." Zhao Cheng stared intently at Wen Hu.

Zhao Hu asked doubtfully, "Why do you say that, Master?"

"You don't believe me when I say you're brainless." Zhao Cheng glanced at Zhao Hu and said quietly, "Yelü Yan is so strong, and Wen Hu also uses a knife, but he didn't even take a knife."

"It really is!" Zhao Hu exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Cheng sighed, "You're the commander of the Imperial Guards now. Remember to bring your brain with you next time you go out."

Zhao Hu: "..."

Although Zhao Cheng himself did not know martial arts, he always saw things clearly. Just as he said, Yelü Yan's Sandstorm Blade, though seemingly fierce, was no threat to Wen Hu.

Wen Hu not only didn't take out a knife, but even put one hand behind his back and neutralized Yelü Yan's knife attack with a single punch. Then, he found Yelü Yan's weakness and punched him in the face.

Bang!

The burly, bear-like Beedo stood in front of Yelü Yan and exchanged a punch with Wen Hu.

Wen Hu took a step back.

Both Bedo and Yelü Yan slid backward several steps before coming to a stop.

"roar!!"

Beethoven roared like a wild beast, slammed his three-pointed double-edged sword into the ground, and shouted, "Kill!"