As more and more soldiers surrendered, the generals of the Western Zhou Dynasty were extremely anxious and quickly turned their attention to the second-highest-ranking deputy general in the army.

"Vice General, what should we do now? You'd better come up with a plan quickly, or we'll be wiped out sooner or later."

"Yes, Vice General, although the General is gone, you must take over his position and lead the entire army well."

"Vice General..."

"Shut up, all of you! You're all making too much noise!"

The deputy general of the Western Zhou Dynasty looked pale and ashen. After the incident with the heavenly lightning, he was shocked, panicked, and afraid that the lightning would strike him.

Who told him to be cut from the same cloth as the general!

They've done hundreds, if not thousands, of bad things over the years—so many that they themselves can't even count them all.

Although they held high positions and were in charge of the entire army, only they themselves knew that they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

After enjoying the honor and desires that power brings, they become addicted to it and are afraid of losing their lives. They haven't had enough yet.

But now, because of the general's blind confidence, he has been struck by lightning and reduced to ashes.

This terrifying scene terrified him so much that his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. If he were still alive, he would never dare to make such a vow lightly.

This could really kill someone!

Moreover, the kind where no remains are left, only ashes!

The deputy general grew increasingly agitated and uneasy. He shoved aside the generals surrounding him, drew his longsword, and angrily pointed it at the surrendered soldiers.

"You, you cowardly cowards, I order you not to surrender. Pick up your weapons and fight against the Southern Di army."

The surrendered soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then they all retreated, wanting to get away from the madman, the deputy general.

Don't think they don't know the lieutenant's plan; he just wants them to block his way, giving him a chance to escape.

Bah! You cowardly coward, go to hell!

"Aaaaaah, you bunch of good-for-nothings, do you intend to disobey my orders?"

The lieutenant was furious, grinding his teeth.

"Very well, since you insist on going your own way, then this general has no choice but to deal with you according to military law and execute you one by one, and see who dares to surrender again."

As he spoke, the lieutenant raised his longsword and strode towards the soldiers.

The soldiers turned pale with fright and shouted in panic.

"Ah! Help! Your Highness, help me!"

"Prince of the Southern Barbarians, please save us! We have already surrendered, we don't want to die!"

"Help! Deputy General, you're insane! You want to live, but we can't?"

"..."

Just then, Nangong Zichen counted to ten. Looking at the dying deputy general and his men, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"I have said that those who surrender will not be killed. Since you are unwilling to surrender, then you can just wait for my Southern Di to reap the harvest with your heads on your backs."

Upon hearing this, the lieutenant froze.

At the same time, Nangong Zichen's eyes narrowed, and he infused his wind-type ability into his longsword. He then swung it out, and a sharp and powerful hurricane quickly swept towards the deputy general and the others.

"Ah!" The lieutenant was the first to be hit, and his body was instantly torn apart by the hurricane.

Immediately afterwards, various shrill screams rang out from the scene, the situation was bloody and horrific.

The Southern Di army gaped, their eyes sparkling with adoration.

Wow! Your Highness is mighty, Your Highness is domineering, Your Highness is the best in the world.

Wherever the hurricane went, it either swept the people of the Western Zhou Dynasty into the air, shattered their arms and legs, cut them in half at the waist, or separated their heads from their bodies.

After the hurricane subsided.

Only a small fraction of the population escaped the hurricane's devastation.

The Western Zhou soldiers who had survived by sheer luck were terrified, their faces turning deathly pale. Looking at the corpses and severed limbs scattered all over the ground, they trembled violently, their fear almost solidifying into a tangible form.

The strong, pungent smell of blood filling their nasal cavities made them want to vomit.

I'm used to the smell of blood, but for some reason, this time it's particularly disgusting.

Waaah, I wish I could escape this awful place.

That young prince of the Southern Di is truly terrifying. Not only can he communicate with the heavens, but he can also unleash such a powerful hurricane. No wonder the Southern Di emperor felt at ease letting him lead his army to attack the Western Zhou.

Waaaaaa x﹏x

If they had known he was so formidable, they would have preferred to desert rather than confront him.

"We surrender, we surrender, please spare us, Prince of Nandi."

"Your Highness, we are willing to surrender. Please don't kill us. We surrender and promise not to resist."

"..."

Nangong Zichen's eyes were full of sarcasm as he slowly uttered two words: "Too late!"

Zhu Kui immediately understood Nangong Zichen's meaning, quickly drew his longsword, and gave orders to the 50,000 troops he had brought.

"Soldiers, those who surrender will not be killed! All of you, charge for me! Let the villains of Western Zhou never dare to look down on the strength of our Southern Di again!"

"Charge!"

The soldiers were extremely excited, their eyes gleaming with excitement, and they rushed towards the Western Zhou soldiers.

There was no other way; there was too much porridge and not enough meat. The Western Zhou Dynasty only had a few thousand people left, while the Southern Di had a full 50,000 troops.

If you don't run fast, you won't even get a sip of soup.

Not enough to go around, not enough at all!

The deafening shouts terrified the few thousand people who remained, and those who reacted quickly fled.

But they were no match for the Southern Di soldiers. They hadn't run far before they were surrounded and killed on the spot.

The more than 30,000 surrendered soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty hurriedly covered their heads and obediently squatted on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

They dared not watch; the battle was a foregone conclusion, and they were glad they had surrendered at the first opportunity.

Alas! I only hope that the Crown Prince of Nandi is kind-hearted and won't go back on his word; they really don't want to die!

In less than a quarter of an hour, several thousand people were wiped out, and the Southern Di soldiers clicked their tongues in amazement.

There's nothing we can do; our little prince is just too powerful.

He alone could dominate the entire field.

Honestly, this was the easiest battlefield experience they'd ever had, even worse than those who were just there for show.

Hehe! Awesome! So awesome! Super awesome!

Next, Nangong Zichen ordered his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, collect weapons and armor, and take good care of the surrendered soldiers from the Western Zhou.

Despite being only ten years old, he possesses an abundance of nobility, composure, and domineering presence, and his demeanor already shows signs of imperial bearing.

Given time, it will surely shine even brighter.

Sheng Lingwei was extremely gratified.

They quickly led Jing Qingyun and Rong Momo, along with six others, to appear behind Nangong Zichen, secretly wanting to give him a surprise.

Nangong Zichen immediately sensed the unusual atmosphere, his eyes instantly brightened, and his entire demeanor changed from its previous mature and composed state.

Then, pouting, she turned around and looked at Sheng Lingwei with pitiful eyes.

"Sister, you're finally here! I thought you were going to break your promise."