At this moment, seeing his own experts disappearing one after another, Wan Yankang was so enraged that he couldn’t forget Fang Yichen’s sarcastic words.

　　Without hesitation, he charged forward with bloodshot eyes, wielding the Yang Family spear technique and thrusting his spear.

　　Although Wan Yankang knew the Yang Family spear technique, he didn’t receive its true essence. Qiu Chuji had always taught him hastily and left quickly, and even Qiu Chuji himself hadn’t mastered the true essence of the Yang Family spear!

　　Fang Yichen shifted to the side, allowing the spear to graze his right shoulder. He quickly grasped the spear shaft.

　　“Here you go!” Wan Yankang, along with his spear and horse, was sucked into Fang Yichen’s space.

　　Without hesitation, Fang Yichen leaped forward to face Thousand-handed Butcher Peng Lianhu.

　　Peng Lianhu was short and agile, but he had been injured by Fang Yichen earlier. Although it was only a wound on his wrist, the spatial power had surged into his body, damaging his meridians and internal organs like the Tibetan monk Spiritual Master.

　　Upon seeing Fang Yichen, Peng Lianhu was terrified and fled without hesitation.

　　However, due to his injured meridians and internal organs, his movements were sluggish, and his martial arts skills were impaired.

　　Fang Yichen quickly caught up with him, grasped the back of his neck, and with a cold laugh, he disappeared with Peng Lianhu into the space.

　　At this moment, everyone realized what was happening and dared not linger. They regretted not being born with an extra pair of legs, and hastily scattered in all directions, wailing and fleeing on horseback.

　　Seeing the crowd trying to escape, Fang Yichen was unwilling to let them go. He still needed these people to help him！

　　There were many stones by the side of the official road. He stepped forward and kicked the stones out one by one with his foot. With precise control and force, each kick resulted in a pained cry.

　　A few minutes later, all the people were brought into Fang Yichen’s personal space.

　　At this time, the Sixth Prince, Wanyan Honglie, and over a thousand armored soldiers finally arrived at the scene, only to be shocked by this eerie sight.

　　Upon seeing the large group of people and horses arrive, Fang Yichen signaled for Huang Rong to hide behind him. However, Huang Rong refused to let him face it alone and insisted on charging alongside him.

　　Just now, those martial arts experts didn’t make a move against her as she was just a little girl.

　　But now, these soldiers wouldn’t care about such distinctions. They would surely swarm in and outnumber them. Even if they wanted to hide, there would be no escape.

　　Fang Yichen understood this truth and took out a Dragon Spring treasure sword from his space, a fine steel sword made in a modern factory.

　　When he bought it, the sword wasn’t sharpened. He used the power of his space to forge and sharpen it, and now it was a sword that could cut through iron like mud.

　　Huang Rong’s martial arts skills were already formidable, and after purification of her internal energy, her strength had nearly doubled.

　　Moreover, she had learned the colorful and divine swordsmanship technique from her father on Peach Blossom Island. Now, with this magical and sharp sword in her hand, it was like adding wings to a tiger for her.

　　The two charged into the enemy group, cutting down enemies as easily as slicing through fruits and vegetables.

　　Fang Yichen protected Huang Rong, capturing anyone who got hold of her and bringing them into his space. The battle ended in just half an hour.

　　When he had absorbed forty percent of the armored soldiers into his space, the troops began to scatter.

　　The soldiers fled in all directions as if they had seen a terrifying ghost, ignoring the scolding and executions by the officers, their fear of Fang Yichen still lingering in their hearts.

　　With no time to spare, Fang Yichen focused on the largest group of fleeing soldiers and continued the pursuit.

　　Eventually, after absorbing all the fleeing soldiers he chased, he realized that the rest had already vanished in other directions, prompting him to give up.

　　As for Wanyan Honglie, it was only after Fang Yichen entered his space that he discovered he had captured this major boss.

　　Initially, he did not recognize Wanyan Honglie and simply thought of him as a senior military commander.

　　Seeing Fang Yichen’s extraordinary abilities, Wanyan Honglie knew he was no match and ordered his guards to protect him as they fled towards the capital.

　　Believing the capital’s dragon aura would shield him from supernatural techniques, he hoped to ensure his safety.

　　If Fang Yichen had known about this plan, he would have surely scoffed:

　　“What are you thinking? Don’t be so naive. Luckily, you didn’t return to the capital, or I would have captured even your emperor.”

　　Of course, capturing the emperor was currently out of the question. Despite having the assistance of his space, Fang Yichen knew he couldn’t confront hundreds of thousands of troops head-on with his current strength.

　　The group of fleeing soldiers he pursued was led by Wanyan Honglie. As he chased and absorbed them, he targeted those falling behind the main army, gradually closing in on the commanding officer.

　　As long as the leader remained, the soldiers under him wouldn‘t disperse. If he managed to capture the commanding officer first, the rest of the soldiers would likely scatter.

　　Although Huang Rong had decent martial arts skills and learned from pharmacist Huang, she was still young and lacked deep internal energy.

　　By the time Fang Yichen finished his task, she was also catching her breath on the roadside. Despite feeling tired, she was excited as she had indulged in fighting today.

　　However, she was not bloodthirsty and aimed at non-lethal parts of the body, leaving some wounded soldiers groaning on the ground.

　　Many warhorses wandered leisurely along the road without their owners.

　　Fang Yichen went back and collected the wounded soldiers and horses into his space one by one. Currently, he had captured over 800 people, dozens of horses, and a large quantity of weapons in his space.

　　After tidying up, Fang Yichen approached Huang Rong. Seeing her victorious return, Huang Rong asked cheerfully:

　　“Elder brother, where are we going now? Are we heading to Lin’an Prefecture in Jiangnan?"

　　To be honest, she just wanted to be with her elder brother Fang Yichen, and it didn’t matter to her whether they went to Lin’an Prefecture or not.

　　Ideally, she preferred not to go anywhere and just stay with her brother without any disturbances. However, she cared about Fang Yichen’s thought, hence the question.

　　Upon hearing this, Fang Yichen remembered something and smiled mysteriously:

　　“I will take you to a fun place!”

　　“Great! Wherever elder brother goes, I’ll follow! Xixi!”

　　Huang Rong smiled and her curiosity was piqued. The thought of going to a fun place with her big brother filled her with great joy.

　　The two of them mounted their horses and set off together. At this time, Fang Yichen and Huang Rong were still riding the same sturdy horse as before.

　　Although there were many ownerless horses just now, they had been taken in by Fang Yichen, whether he had forgotten or intentionally not mentioned it, no one knew.

　　Huang Rong did not object to sharing the ride with Fang Yichen. She seemed to enjoy it very much and did not think it was inappropriate for the two of them to ride on the same horse at that moment.

　　Since Huang Rong did not suggest riding separately, Fang Yichen naturally did not bring it up either. He knew Huang Rong’s identity and also enjoyed the feeling of intimacy with her.

　　The two rode together and asked for directions along the way, making their way towards Zhongnan Mountain in the Qinling Mountains of Shaanxi.