Nowadays, the army coming from the front is becoming quite troublesome; Charley certainly doesn't want Wang Xiaole to be caught off guard by a sneak attack from the rear.

If Wang Xiaole himself is dealing with Nan Yifei, then facing the army from the front is Bai's responsibility; and the army that is about to attack from behind is the target for Charley to deal with.

After silently marking the lord's army as the primary target in his mind, Charley turns around in silence, cracks his whip, and dashes off in a fixed direction.

Wang Xiaole catches sight of Charley running towards the back from the corner of his eye but says nothing about it. There is no need for words. He doesn't believe Charley is running away out of fear, nor does he think she would do anything to harm herself; just like when she went to find the carriage, Wang Xiaole believes that she must be doing something very important; something dangerous, but he is not worried about Charley's safety. He believes that with her abilities, no one can harm her.

What is the true outcome?

Charley only takes a few minutes to reach a bridge. On the other side of the bridge, a group of armed soldiers wielding iron blades stands, while Charley stands alone at the bridgehead. Before the confrontation, the water under the bridge is crystal clear, reflecting the figures of the people on the bridge; after a few minutes of fighting, the water turns red with no trace of impurity, and countless corpses block the flow, causing it to stop flowing…

In the forefront battlefield within Bai's line of sight, it is filled with a massive army, where shining weapons bring forth a resounding clang, playing the decisive sound of battle and slaughter. Bai quickly squats down and spins half a circle in place, aiming her body forward, in a diagonal charge, directly towards the thousands of troops!

The twin knives in her hands are like silver snakes darting out, swiftly cutting down every enemy in her vicinity in the shortest time and distance; the blade often touches a lethal spot in the enemy's body, swiftly followed by a gush of blood.

Her small figure flits up and down, the silver light waving around her like a curtain of light, making her appear like a bloodthirsty butterfly; passing through the sea of the army, yet not a drop of blood stains her.

In people's usual impressions, outnumbering someone is considered bullying; however, a scene where thousands are bullied by only one person like this at the moment is probably not very common.

The ones about to be bullied will not wait foolishly to join their companions in the front row.

A formation of shield soldiers from the army advances, lining up to intercept, attempting to slow down Bai's advancing pace.

Just then, Bai stomps fiercely on the ground around her, lifting a piece of ground several meters high, along with solid surface gravel, which sweeps backward; numerous sturdy objects crash into the faces, hands, and bodies of the enemies; dozens of elite shield soldiers, along with their shields thrown off, fly out together; then Bai leaps high, landing her left foot on the edge of a large stone in front of a soldier, spinning her shoe sole to make a stone thrown at his chest directly penetrate his body, causing him to immediately vomit blood; Bai then uses her other knife to block the blood and uses the person opposite as a stepping stone, continuously leaping on the surface of the rocks before they hit the ground.

Thunk!

By the time Bai finally lands back on the ground, her body has already entered the core of the army's formation.

She used her prominent position as bait, luring enemy soldiers from all directions to snap back into focus, with their blades forming a circular formation enveloping her.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish!

With a flip, Bai dodged, the enemies' long swords piercing through the handles of their comrades' blades, the sharp edges penetrating flesh and blood, claiming the lives of their own men.

A battle between a strong individual and a group of weaklings held no suspense.

Relying on her intuition, Wang Xiaole concluded:

The only opponent to beware of on this battlefield now was Nan Yifei.

Rather than feeling Nan Yifei possessed any particular strength, Wang Xiaole was more cautious of the tactics the opponent might employ.

Nan Yifei was after all the only son of Nan Yizheng. For the sake of his son's safety, the father would surely have equipped him with formidable weaponry;

perhaps some enchanted weapons, or maybe even powerful summoned beasts.

As the two opponents closed in on each other, coming face to face at the shortest distance, the fierce combat began.

Confident in himself, Nan Yifei had no intention of using external objects. He raised what seemed like a feeble fist, directing the back of his fist towards Wang Xiaole.

Before that fist could come crashing down, Wang Xiaole faintly sensed a peculiar ripple emanating from that fist.

The ripple resembled magic but had a fundamental difference, instilling a stronger sense of alertness than even large-scale magic, subtly altering the atmosphere nearby.

A banishment curse?

The moment Wang Xiaole thought of these two words in his mind, the fist from Nan Yifei came crashing down;

In response, Wang Xiaole swiftly evaded the frontal attack by dodging aside.

As he moved his feet away from his original position, a plethora of tiny stones were lifted from the ground on one side of his shoulder.

Shortly after, the area around Nan Yifei's fist continued to cave in several layers deep into the ground.

The power of the banishment curse could enable an average person, who was normally powerless, to unleash a staggering "Three-Qing Level" (Qingcheng, Qingguo, Qingshi) strength, showcasing the immense strength of the curse!

At that moment, Wang Xiaole and the banishment curse formed an inexplicable connection.

Over six hundred years later, this banishment curse would be possessed by Bai Meow, yet its current owner was still a debauched scion.

Empowered by this external force, Nan Yifei now possessed the strength of a first-rate powerhouse;

Even without using weapons, any part of his body was capable of inflicting incredibly devastating effects.

Not only did his strength increase, but Nan Yifei's attacking speed also surged nearly tenfold from before.

Previously, even when exerting all his effort, Nan Yifei's speed could only be compared to a snail, but now it was completely different;

Each swing of his fist left afterimages;

The furious gusts generated by his fist aggressively and swiftly targeted every part of the opponent's body.

Not content with his own attacks, the reserve soldiers deployed on the battlefield later witnessed their young master entangling Wang Xiaole and cheered together;

Driven by the idea of "not taking advantage of a good deal was inhuman," dozens of soldiers immediately rushed towards Wang Xiaole, brandishing their swords and knives.

However, they never expected that before their weapons could touch Wang Xiaole, they would tragically be swept away by the surrounding waves of air that coiled around him!

In an instant, there was a vast emptiness around Wang Xiaole.

He exhaled a breath and, with a casual turn, evaded another punch from Nan Yifei.

Prior to this, Wang Xiaole hadn't fought back not because he was letting his opponent win, but because he was looking for the most suitable moment to strike.

He suddenly pushed off the ground, avoiding the punches coming from both sides, then leaped into the air above Nan Yifei;

At this moment, the sacred power within him had already reached a point of imminent eruption!

In the intense battle, the situation should have been rapidly changing.

Wang Xiaole had been evading Nan Yifei's attacks, creating an illusion for the latter that he had an absolute advantage and had already won this fight;

However, Nan Yifei did not expect that, this time, Wang Xiaole would evade the attack in such a way.

Naturally, Nan Yifei would not admit inferiority to a mere wanderer, so he later began throwing even faster punches.

At this point, Wang Xiaole, who had leaped above Nan Yifei's head, turned back and landed behind him;

Wang Xiaole swung his right hand, raised his left hand, a cold light flashed, then he switched to holding a sword with his left hand.

The sword's sharp edge, carrying a chilling aura, sliced through the air and suddenly aimed at Nan Yifei's back.

"Foolish mortal!”

Nan Yifei shouted, blocking the sword aimed at him with a rough and ungraceful movement that contrasted with his slender build;

With his other hand, Nan Yifei grabbed Wang Xiaole's wrist and yanked it outward forcefully.

In that instant, the sacred power protecting Wang Xiaole's wrist shattered.

As his wrist was about to be directly harmed, Wang Xiaole swiftly turned around;

Seizing the brief opening in Nan Yifei's defenses in front of him, he lifted his foot and kicked directly at his opponent’s chest.

Unable to free his hands, Nan Yifei couldn’t defend against this strike, let alone evade it.

Thus, in the next moment, Nan Yifei's body bore the full brunt of the power behind Wang Xiaole's kick.

His initially fragile body compared to Wang Xiaole's was sent flying by the kick;

With a few cracks, Nan Yifei immediately spat out blood, the slightly sunken chest indicating that his sternum had likely been broken.

Those prepared soldiers were quite thoughtful; previously, when Wang Xiaole seemed weak, they rushed forward to lend a hand;

Now, they remained quiet, not a single one coming to help their young master, keeping their distance in fear of being implicated;

These lackeys were truly "thoughtful."

Little did Nan Yifei ever imagine that usually, wherever he went, he would be accompanied by hundreds or even thousands of followers, yet at this moment, he was so alone.

Nan Yifei was lonely, and so was Wang Xiaole.

The former was completely unaware of his own loneliness, only feeling surprised until now, not understanding why his servants were not coming to his aid;

The latter was always aware of his own solitude, mentally prepared for a life of solitude, but unexpectedly, his surroundings had become increasingly lively in recent times.

Thus, the ignorant continued in loneliness, while the aware found themselves no longer lonely.

Due to the leader being unable to get up, the legion, which now consisted of only a few thousand people, came to a halt in unison. With these common soldiers no longer acting, Bai was ready to approach Wang Xiaole.

However, she did not expect that when she turned her back to Nan Yi Fei, the dying person behind her was still preparing to lay blame at the last moment before death.