The night was as cool as water. Outside a small inn in Yuwang Town, hundreds of people stood, yet the silence made it feel as if no one were there.

These soldiers, who had occupied this place for years and fed on the lives of innocent Dahui border citizens, were struck dumb after the enormous body of Jin Chi, one of their fiercest warriors, crashed heavily to the ground.

Under the cold moonlight, countless gazes—fearful, shrinking, trembling—were fixed on a seemingly frail woman standing in the doorway.

Even among the Jin clan, Jin Chi was considered a valiant warrior.

Otherwise, he could not have stayed in this chaotic town for years.

Yet, the mighty warrior who, just moments ago, had boasted about dragging this woman to the slaughterhouse to reward his men, now lay dead.

His throat had been crushed—barehanded.

If they had not witnessed it themselves, the Haozhou soldiers present would never have believed anyone could kill Jin Chi with their bare hands.

Moments of eerie silence passed before the woman stepped forward. Only then did the soldiers belatedly react.

The deputy general who had accompanied Jin Chi realized something was amiss.

Staring at the woman in the black dress under the moonlight—her beauty striking, her actions chilling—he suddenly recalled something and shouted, “The Princess of Dahui?!”

These four words were like a thunderclap in the ears of the soldiers.

Indeed, when they had wantonly abused the people of Dahui, especially the women taken captive, they had forgotten that Dahui now had an undefeated god of war.

Since appearing at the border, she had slain countless Haozhou generals, including the once-invincible Boer clan warrior.

And this war god of Dahui was a woman.

As realization dawned, the deputy general’s pupils shrank. With a mix of fear and fury, he bellowed, “Enemy attack! Sound the alarm!”

The desolate streets of Yuwang Town erupted into chaos.

Given the town’s notorious disorder, every soldier carried fireworks for communication. Upon the deputy’s order, one soldier immediately set off a flare.

The fireworks burst in the sky above the woman’s head. Standing beneath the sudden bloom of light, she remained motionless, as if unfazed.

Having witnessed her capabilities, the deputy and his peers refrained from rushing forward. Instead, he commanded, “Bring the hunters!”

In Yuwang Town, Dahui captives were considered livestock for trade, and the trained soldiers specialized in capturing them were known as hunters. Jin Chi’s entourage included several dozen of these elite specialists.

At the deputy’s order, hooks, chains, and enormous nets fell from the surrounding buildings, all aimed at the woman.

Each net, woven meticulously from toughened silk, was designed to be unyielding. Once deployed, not even a ferocious beast could escape. To ensure their success, the hunters often coated their weapons with poison.

As the nets descended, the woman made no move to evade. Observers assumed she would end up like countless other Dahui captives, trapped beneath the unyielding weight.

The deputy general’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Capturing the Princess of Dahui alive could secure his dominance over Yuwang Town.

But his triumph was short-lived. To his horror, the woman in black reached up and tore the massive net apart with her bare hands.

The crowd fell silent.

This was no ordinary net. It was designed to incapacitate even the strongest of beings. Yet, in her hands, it shredded effortlessly.

Unbeknownst to them, this woman, Wen Yuesheng, had survived a post-apocalyptic world where she had fought and torn apart endless hordes of zombies. To her, this net was nothing.

As fragments of the net flew, they intercepted the incoming projectiles.

When a hook nearly struck her face, she seized its chain, yanking the hunter attached to it out of formation. Before everyone’s eyes, she twisted his neck with ease.

Despite their reputation as top hunters, these soldiers fell like leaves under her assault. She broke their ribs, shattered their wrists, and incapacitated them one by one.

When they were no longer a threat, she began to walk forward, her gaze cold and emotionless.

The Haozhou soldiers, finally reacting, rushed at her in a frenzy.

If Jin Chi could die, none of them were safe.

But she gave them no chance.

With an icy voice, she commanded, “Attack.”

Her companions—previously dismissed as defenseless women—drew their swords.

A women’s army!?

The Haozhou soldiers were stunned.

They had always viewed Dahui women as weak and fragile. Never had they imagined encountering such fierce warriors.

These women had trained under Wen Yuesheng, learning not flashy moves but the most direct, lethal techniques. Their mission was simple: to kill.

Especially under the leadership of Ye Qiuyun, the specially trained women’s army employed the most swift and lethal combat techniques.

At Wen Yuesheng’s command, they wielded their blades and struck without hesitation.

Even Zhou Manniang, who had once been the most delicate among them, now moved with resolve.

After enduring numerous battles, she was no longer the timid and meek girl of the past.

These women were not only warriors but soldiers of Da Hui, proving that defending one’s country was not a task reserved solely for men.

From the moment they took up their swords on the battlefield, their gender became irrelevant.

Their sole purpose was to eliminate every enemy that oppressed the people of Da Hui.

For the first time on the battlefield, the soldiers of Haozhou found themselves clashing with women, an unexpected and daunting challenge.

What they hadn’t anticipated was how formidable these women were, especially under Wen Yuesheng’s leadership.

As the moonlight illuminated the battlefield, Wen Yuesheng’s resolute actions brought the scene into sharper focus.

Under the clear moon, she wielded a stolen longsword with brutal efficiency, cutting down dozens of Haozhou soldiers without a single misstep.

Wherever she went, no one survived.

Each strike was precise and fatal, leaving no room for error.

Compared to her, the other women seemed less skilled, but as long as they fought beside her, Wen Yuesheng’s sword would always strike down any threat they couldn’t handle.

This left the soldiers of Haozhou in utter terror. Even the deputy generals of the Jin faction, accustomed to war, were astonished by her ruthless efficiency.

She wasn’t merely fighting; she was killing with relentless precision.

Her strength seemed insurmountable—every swing of her blade meant certain death. By the end, no soldier dared to face her, retreating in fear with every step she advanced.

Amid the chaos, one man found himself cornered—the innkeeper who had earlier hosted them. Wen Yuesheng crippled him with a single kick, forcing him to his knees.

This innkeeper had long thrived in Yuwang Town, profiting by betraying his guests to curry favor with the Jin faction. The belongings of those dragged off to the slaughterhouse would line his pockets.

He had mocked the people of Da Hui who came to ransom their loved ones, calling them fools. In his eyes, the Da Hui people were ignorant and weak, useful only for enriching his coffers.

But now, the tables had turned. Wen Yuesheng crushed his ribcage with her seemingly fragile frame, her foot as unyielding as iron. A slight press sent shards of pain through his body, leaving him on the brink of death.

His agonized screams echoed through the empty streets, but she left him alive, only barely. Pinning him down with her foot, she demanded coldly, “Where is the slaughterhouse?”

Terrified and trembling, the innkeeper raised a trembling hand to point the way.

Without hesitation, Wen Yuesheng crushed his throat beneath her foot.

Under the chilling night wind, this army of women marched through Yuwang Town, the supposed lawless borderland, and stormed the slaughterhouse heavily guarded by Jin faction soldiers.

The slaughterhouse held countless women, prisoners over the years abducted by Haozhou. Many had been sold multiple times, treated no better than livestock.

These women lived in squalid conditions, confined to filthy cells with only sparse straw for bedding, surrounded by endless darkness and despair.

Night after night, they awaited the morning when ropes would be looped around their necks, and they’d be dragged out for sale.

The oppressive silence was suddenly shattered by distant commotion.

The noise grew louder, spreading like wildfire, until flashes of light appeared outside the cells. At first, the women thought it was firelight, but it was the gleam of swords cutting through the dark.

A group stormed into the slaughterhouse, cutting down the Haozhou guards with ruthless efficiency.

The imprisoned women stared, first in confusion, then realization. As they recognized the faces of their rescuers, a flicker of hope reignited in their hollow eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

They wore heavy handcuffs on their wrists, gripping the iron columns in front of them, which were like cages. The handcuffs struck the pillars with a heavy sound.

Ah! The women from the Great Hui, who had long suffered oppression, many of them had already lost their voices under this heavy burden.

But in this dark and hopeless place, when they suddenly glimpsed such strong hope, regardless of whether they could speak or not, regardless of whether they could make a sound, they all tried to speak.

Ah! Ah! Ah!

“Here! Is this the army of Great Hui? Have they come to save us?”

Some stood up in confusion and helplessness, some frantically asked, some were desperate, others were longing.

But still, some had bright eyes, yet they did not dare to move a step forward.

They had been tortured for so long, fearing that what they were seeing was just a fragmented dream.

One wrong move, and the dream would shatter.

Until that figure truly appeared, cutting and killing her way right up to them.

They saw her black dress, the knife in her hand, and they clearly saw her face.

Wen Yuesheng approached, raising her hand, and without hesitation, she slashed through the locks of the cage.

One room, two rooms… ten rooms.

The entire slaughterhouse had ten cells, half with roofs, half without.

The iron pillars were left exposed for the purpose of being used to select and sell the women.

Wherever Wen Yuesheng went, all the shackles broke with a sound.

Along with her movements, a dense mass of troops from the Haozhou army surged in behind her.

The chaos in Yuwang Town had lasted for years; it was simply that Haozhou had not wanted to intervene, but it was not beyond their power.

The soldiers under Jin Chi’s command numbered in the thousands.

Outside Yuwang Town, there were also thousands of elite soldiers stationed.

Altogether, over ten thousand people.

Wen Yuesheng and her team, though, numbered less than twenty.

In the face of tens of thousands, logically, there should have been no chance of breaking through.

Let alone today, as she stormed into the slaughterhouse, cutting through ten cage doors, inside were hundreds of women.

They were emaciated from torture, still shackled, and had no fighting strength.

With such a weak team led by Wen Yuesheng, it should have been nearly impossible for them to escape.

But in the silent, moonless night, Wen Yuesheng stood there before the tortured prisoners, her face calm with no trace of emotion.

One person, facing countless blades and swords.

As several sharp blades were about to fall on her, she suddenly spoke.

Her voice was cold and emotionless.

“Archers, prepare.”

The Haozhou soldiers, who had rushed here upon hearing of an attack, were caught off guard when they heard her words.

The next moment…

The slaughterhouse was a semi-circular pit with only a narrow opening for entry. All around were dark walls, and beyond it were the iron cages used to imprison people.

At the moment Wen Yuesheng spoke, countless fire points appeared instantly on the high walls.

Newly forged explosive fire arrows crackled in the dark.

The arrows, lighting up with flames, illuminated the entire slaughterhouse brightly.

The women imprisoned here were dazzled by the multitude of lights. Some raised their hands to shield their eyes but could not stop watching this grand scene, which seemed like something that could only appear in a dream.

Under the bright circle of fire arrows, Wen Yuesheng spoke coldly: “Fire.”

At the command, countless arrows were released.

The encirclement that had surrounded Wen Yue Sheng and Ye Qiuyun was instantly transformed into a sea of fire from the Haozhou soldiers.

Boom!

The fire blazed.

The Haozhou soldiers, pierced by countless arrows, fell one after another.

But that was not all.

Wen Yuesheng’s dark, ink-like eyes held no emotion. Amid the chaos, she spoke again:

“Commander of the Blade Camp.”

At her command, there was a chorus of replies.

After a round of explosive arrows fell, countless black dots appeared on the high walls.

These were the commanders of the Blade Camp whom Wen Yuesheng had stationed around the area before entering Yuwang Town.

Under the blazing firelight from the explosive arrows, Wen Yuesheng coldly said, “Flatten the slaughterhouse.”

Immediately, countless Blade Camp soldiers descended from the sky.

As they landed, they drew their large knives and stood with the Haozhou soldiers.

The slaughterhouse, which had truly been reduced to a slaughterhouse by the Haozhou forces, was now being reclaimed.

When the Blade Camp soldiers arrived, Ye Qiuyun and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly gathering together to help free the women inside from their shackles.

Amid the crackling fire, Lu Hongying, in a bright red dress, dragged an iron cart and ran frantically toward them.

“Princess! The things are here!” Lu Hongying’s eyes sparkled.

In front of the women who had just been freed, Wen Yue Sheng directly opened the iron cart.

As the lid was lifted, everyone around them froze in surprise.

Inside, there were numerous knives.

Unlike the large chopping knives used by the Blade Camp soldiers, these were smaller, thinner knives—normal in length, but lighter and more delicate.

Countless eyes turned to Wen Yue Sheng.

At that moment, Zhou Mannian appeared with a tense face, followed by a group of Blade Camp soldiers, who were holding captive Haozhou soldiers.

These captives were all Jin Chi’s subordinates.

These were the “brothers” that Jin Chi had repeatedly mentioned.

In the cold night, Wen Yuesheng calmly said, “Earlier.”

The newly freed women looked up.

“All those who have humiliated, trampled on, or treated you cruelly are here.”

There was no emotion in Wen Yue Sheng’s cold eyes: “Tonight, grievances will be avenged, and enemies will be repaid.”

She casually picked up a knife from the cart and tossed it directly in front of the Haozhou soldiers.

Clang!

The knife landed with a crisp sound.

Wen Yuesheng said, “Do as you wish.”

The explosive fire arrows continued to light up the sky, casting a glow on the startled faces of countless people.