One pair of eyes, one pair of God's eyes!

Touman stared at Ying Changqing, who was charging towards him, without retreating, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Perfect timing!"

"Today I'll show you that so-called martial arts masters are nothing more than slightly stronger pieces of trash on the battlefield!"

Touman roared, raised his scimitar, and slashed fiercely at Ying Changqing.

The bloodthirsty aura within the army formation had materialized, staining the scimitars crimson, their blades seemingly capable of severing all life.

Ying Changqing also raised the Qiuli Sword, its blade wreathed in a deep purple aura, like a raging flame.

The surrounding soldiers stopped fighting, held their breath, and awaited the outcome of the attack.

Touman was the commander of these five thousand Xiongnu, and Ying Changqing was the core of the Blood Dragon Cavalry.

Their victory or defeat will determine the outcome of this war!

The victor's morale will soar, and no one will be able to stop them!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a loud bang exploded.

Touman's scimitar was instantly covered in cracks, then shattered into pieces and completely disintegrated.

The blade turned into blood-red dust, which was scattered by the breeze.

Touman's warhorse could not withstand the immense force; its forelegs broke, and it collapsed to its knees with a thud.

When the warhorse knelt down, it smashed the ground, creating a deep crater.

Touman fell off his horse.

His eyes were bleeding as he glared at Ying Chen, his finger trembling as he pointed at him, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

But powerless to change the outcome, his arms drooped, and he died.

The surrounding Xiongnu cavalrymen watched this scene in horror, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Ying Chen.

They now understood that Prince Ying Chen of the Great Qin Empire possessed such formidable strength even within the military.

This sword strike was a display of divine might, and the soldiers simply couldn't withstand it.

Mei San Niang looked at Ying Changqing with a face full of shock.

She studied for over a decade, and her military formations could significantly weaken a martial artist's strength.

Even her master at his peak couldn't display such power amidst thousands of troops, and he couldn't even match half of Ying Changqing's strength.

Only now do I understand that reaching a certain level of cultivation can determine the outcome of a battle.

This level of understanding completely overturned her perception.

The five hundred elite cavalry behind Ying Changqing were also shocked by this scene.

After a brief silence, a deafening cheer erupted, and shouts of battle echoed through the sky.

They charged towards the stunned Xiongnu enemy army and began a frenzied slaughter!

"His Highness has killed the enemy leader! We can't fall behind! Charge!"

"The Qin soldiers are the best in the world! The sun rises from the west, its rays shining brightly! A great wind blows!"

"On the day of departure, either die in battle or win! Kill!"

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In contrast, the remaining Xiongnu cavalry were terrified by Ying Changqing's sword strike.

They were already afraid of these soldiers who were impervious to swords and spears, and now they were even more terrified.

The battle has dragged on for so long that many Xiongnu cavalry have died, but none of the five hundred Blood Dragon Cavalry have perished.

Almost no one was injured, except for those wounded by General Touman's sword.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and they completely gave up resistance.

"Run!"

Someone took the lead and was the first to shout out those words.

When the Xiongnu cavalry besieged Ying Changqing, they immediately fell into chaos and scattered in all directions without any order.

Ying Changqing and his men were unstoppable, and the battlefield collapsed in an instant.

Once the soldiers' morale completely collapses, the rout will spread rapidly and uncontrollably, like a flood breaking through a dam.

Even if Touman were to be resurrected, he would not be able to control this group of deserters filled with fear and devoid of any will to fight.

Ying Changqing watched the fleeing Xiongnu soldiers, raised his longsword, and ordered, "All troops, charge with me!"

He charged into the enemy ranks alone, with five hundred Blood Dragon Riders following closely behind, launching a fierce attack on the routed Xiongnu cavalry.

The Xiongnu Chanyu, Bidun, watched the setting sun in his main tent, laughed heartily, and raised his cup.

"Touman has certainly returned victorious by now."

A man resembling Touman respectfully addressed the tent, saying, "Great Chanyu."

"My brother is clearing the battlefield and has already severed Ying Changqing's head, ready to present it to you, Great Chanyu!"

"That's right, General Touman was incredibly brave. He easily defeated five hundred Qin soldiers with five thousand elite troops."

A chorus of congratulations immediately erupted inside the tent, creating a lively atmosphere.

The young eunuch from Liyang felt uneasy.

He couldn't understand how, with such a disparity in troop strength—five thousand against five hundred—it was impossible to lose.

But his martial arts intuition told him that things were not simple.

He looked up at Bilton.

"Great Chanyu, can your daughter, Hu Ji, see things a thousand miles away?"

"Let her use her supernatural powers and see when General Touman will return in triumph."

"This way we can prepare the victory celebration banquet in advance."

Bilton smiled and said, "That's right."

Then, he turned around and looked at the Hu woman behind him.

"Daughter, use the eagle to scout around. Touman has definitely annihilated the enemy army and is cleaning up the battlefield."

Bilton's tone was full of confidence.

He was convinced that General Touman would win and never considered the possibility of defeat.

Five thousand cavalry against five thousand cavalry, a tenfold advantage in troop strength.

This is a cavalry clash on the plains.

The Xiongnu were skilled in cavalry warfare.

Even if Ying Changqing led five thousand men, they were still able to slaughter the Qin army, leaving no survivors.

Hu Ji nodded, closed her eyes, and called to the golden eagle in the sky.

"what!"

Suddenly, Hu Ji screamed and collapsed to the ground, clearly frightened.

Everyone looked at Hu Ji with suspicion.

"Daughter, what did you see? Why are you so scared?"

Hu Ji recalled the scene she had just seen through the golden eagle, her eyes filled with panic.

She didn't see the battlefield, only a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were silver-white, and it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars were moving within them.

His gaze was extremely majestic, like that of a god looking down upon everything.

"It's a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes like those of a god!"

Upon hearing Hu Ji's words, everyone present looked puzzled.

"How could it be a pair of eyes? Lady Hu Ji, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"How could you only see the eyes when the golden eagle is flying in the sky?"

"Yeah, how could eyes appear in the sky?"

"Could it be that Lady Hu used too many golden eagles today, causing a mistake?"

The Xiongnu people's art of controlling golden eagles was a secret passed down exclusively by their royal family and was never shared with outsiders.

The successor of this generation is Hu Ji, the daughter of the current Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu.

Hu Ji has never failed in using this technique; she is a once-in-a-century beast-taming prodigy.

But now, a pair of eyes appeared in the golden eagle's eyes, and the gaze was like that of a god looking down.

Seeing the terrified look on Hu Ji's face, everyone realized she wasn't faking it.

This made them even more curious about whose eyes those were.

"I wasn't mistaken, it was a pair of eyes, silvery-white pupils, he looked like a god!"

Hu Ji clutched her chest, recalling those calm, disdainful eyes that looked down upon all living beings, and muttered to herself in fear.

Just as everyone was about to ask further questions, a soldier suddenly rushed in without being notified.

"Report, Great Chanyu, something has happened!"

"What's all the commotion about? Has Touman returned? Are there any casualties?"

When Bitton saw the soldiers barging in without permission, he looked flustered and a flash of anger crossed his face.

A strong sense of unease immediately arose in my heart.

The soldiers were so panicked that they didn't even have time to report the situation; something was definitely not simple.

Sure enough, the soldier's words struck like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present.

"Great Chanyu, something terrible has happened!"

"General Touman was killed by Ying Changqing with a single sword strike on the battlefield. His 5,000 elite troops also suffered heavy casualties and have now been routed and retreated back to the main camp."

"Great Chanyu, please make a decision immediately! Ying Changqing's army is already at the city gates!"