Even if all their chieftains were combined, they couldn't compare to Lan Yu and Feng Sheng, so the outcome of this battle was basically already decided.

On the battlefield, Chief Yang, unwilling to accept defeat, brandished his long sword and charged into battle, hoping to kill as many of the imperial soldiers as possible.

Even so, it is impossible to change this increasingly unfavorable situation.

So as time went on, the chieftain's soldiers suffered a crushing defeat.

Chief Yang, wielding a long sword, was already in a bloodthirsty frenzy. His martial prowess was quite impressive, causing Zhu Yunwen's expression to darken. He couldn't help but say:

"This chieftain of the Yang family is indeed quite capable. He killed so many of my imperial soldiers by himself. It is truly hateful."

Upon hearing Zhu Yunwen's words, Zhao Qingzhu, dressed in soldier's uniform, drew a long sword from his waist and said to Zhu Yunwen:

"I'll go kill him."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunwen thought for a moment, then immediately nodded and said:

"Okay, but be careful."

Zhao Qingzhu nodded, then flew down from the city tower. He then stepped on the heads of the chieftain's soldiers below the city tower, displaying his lightness skill, and quickly traversed through the flashing swords and shadows, soon arriving in front of Chieftain Yang.

Zhao Qingzhu swung his sword horizontally, and Yang Tusi, who was frantically slaughtering the imperial soldiers, immediately blocked it with his own long sword.

With a loud thud, Chief Yang's expression changed, and he felt a jolt in his hand. He couldn't help but take a few steps back.

After regaining his balance, he looked in shock at the handsome, fair-skinned young soldier.

He was unaware that the little soldier was a woman, so he was very surprised. How could such a delicate and petite soldier possess such terrifying power?

Zhao Qingzhu charged forward again, wielding her longsword and forcing Chief Yang to constantly defend himself. Several times, Zhao Qingzhu's sword cut his palms and arms.

Chief Yang panicked. None of the soldiers he encountered could fight him.

But now, this suddenly appearing soldier has managed to push him to this point, even threatening his life, forcing him to become tense.

Zhao Qingzhu remained calm. All she knew was to listen to Zhu Yunwen and kill this threatening guy.

So she kept twisting her wrist, and the long sword in her hand was like a blooming flower. One sword flower after another appeared in front of Chief Yang, so fast that Chief Yang could hardly resist it.

Later, Zhao Qingzhu suddenly stopped twirling her sword and instead forcefully flicked it upwards.

Caught off guard, Chief Yang's wrist was pierced by Zhao Qingzhu's longsword, causing him to abruptly release his grip. The sword fell to the ground.

Then Zhao Qingzhu drew her longsword.

Seeing Chief Yang retreat quickly while clutching his wrist, Zhao Qingzhu sneered, leaped forward, and forcefully swung at Chief Yang's neck.

Then there was a hissing sound.

A human head flew up instantly, and under the watchful eyes of many soldiers, it fell to the ground and rolled all the way.