Ding'an City, after a great battle, hundreds of corpses lay strewn three miles outside the walls.
The city gates stood wide open. Surrounded and escorted by many soldiers, Lu Ye rode back on horseback. Countless soldiers on the city walls, who had personally witnessed the battle just now, all gazed at him with worship and reverence, while on both sides of the inner passage, throngs of commoners welcomed the triumphant return of their meritorious hero.
They had clearly also learned of the Black Scarf vanguard troops being routed.
In a world where the level of cultivation was so extremely low, Lu Ye's performance just now was simply too shocking: charging alone into a formation of a thousand troops, slaughtering hundreds by his own strength, beheading the enemy general in the midst of their ranks—such things had only ever been heard of from storytellers' lips.
Yet today it had actually unfolded right before their very eyes.
