The distance was no more than that of a single small hill — below lay a thousand men and horses, while atop the hill stood Ziqing alone!

Thousands upon thousands of slaves surged forward like unbridled wild horses, howling and roaring in fury, war drums thundering, the sound echoing through the entire mountain forest!

A flood, a beast of nature — nothing more terrifying than that. And yet, this woman remained utterly unmoved, sitting atop her towering horse, one hand gripping the reins, the other holding her crossbow, gazing down coldly and proudly at everything unfolding below!

Beneath the gloomy, overcast sky, standing atop the ridge, she looked exactly like some unrivaled deity, surveying all living things below, as though every ounce of splendor across the heavens belonged to her alone!

Her sharp eyes reflected nothing but the shadows of the bestial slave army, chaotic and terrifying, and yet a wild, reckless smile remained fixed at the corners of her lips throughout, showing not the slightest concern for the danger beneath her feet!

Before long, dozens of powerfully built, towering slaves swarmed the entire hilltop, surrounding Ziqing completely, while behind them, countless more slaves surged forward like a raging flood!

Han Ziqing — was she still not going to flee?

Surely she wasn’t planning to take on this entire army of tens of thousands of slaves single-handedly!

Madness!

This woman had to be out of her mind!

Suddenly, a wailing cry rang out, and dozens of slaves at the front charged forward, all lunging straight at Ziqing!

Ziqing reined her horse sharply, wheeling it around, sweeping her crossbow bolts across the crowd with reckless abandon, plunging straight through the onrushing slaves without hesitation, charging forward!

As she surged ahead, she loosed bolt after bolt, each one poisoned, each one striking true without exception!

Countless slaves fell dead or wounded, but a single crossbow’s power inevitably had its limits, and no matter how formidable the weapon, it could never outmatch overwhelming numbers!

The moment Ziqing carved open a gap, countless more slaves immediately surged forward to fill it. She found herself completely surrounded, with nowhere left to escape.

But by this point, she no longer seemed to be looking to escape at all!

She simply stood her ground, a reckless, cold smile curving at her lips, scanning her surroundings, watching for any slave that might lunge at her — anyone who did would be met with her crossbow.

But gradually, the number of slaves swarming her only grew, closing in from every direction, and Ziqing found herself utterly overwhelmed, unable to keep up!

She fired arrows with one hand while dodging with the other — tilting her head, twisting her body, kicking, raising her arm, every kind of evasive maneuver imaginable!

In the end, she even had to leap straight into the air just to evade the onslaught!

And the moment she leapt upward, all the surrounding slaves suddenly dropped down in a circle, letting the ones behind climb onto their backs, quickly forming a human ladder, once again encircling Ziqing completely!

At that very moment, an officer in a tall helmet climbed up the human ladder, step by step, ascending the wall of bodies!

He wasn’t a slave — he was a Xiongnu military commander!

He looked coldly down at Ziqing, who had just landed, and laughed arrogantly. “Woman, ignorant woman! Ha ha! Jun Beiyue’s woman — today, let our great Xiongnu slaves have themselves a proper taste of you!”

“Is that so?”

Ziqing narrowed her eyes, and her crossbow suddenly swung around, aiming directly at the commander!

Having already learned his lesson once, the commander hastily dropped back down out of range, roaring furiously, “Han Ziqing, this day next year will be your death anniversary! This commander will carry your severed head all the way to the Northern Frontier and deliver it personally to Jun Beiyue!”

With that, he raised his arm and gave a sweeping gesture. “Form ranks! Tear her apart! Keep the head!”

The moment he spoke, the entire Xiongnu human ladder instantly collapsed, and with disciplined, orderly precision, they surrounded Ziqing completely — layer upon layer, dozens of rings deep!

The slaves might be dull-witted, but the commander was clever. If everyone rushed in at once, chaos would inevitably lead to mistakes, to friend striking friend. By forming this kind of formation, even if she possessed some heaven-defying ability to slaughter through ten full rings, dozens more rings still waited behind, ready for her!

This was, in truth, the real strategy of the human-wall tactic!

But would Han Ziqing be afraid?

What a joke!

On the Longyuan continent, not even Jun Beiyue truly knew Han Ziqing’s real origins!

Before she’d even come of age, she had walked out of the Roman arena’s colosseum, amid tens of thousands of fighters locked in combat to the death, stepping over the corpses and through the blood of countless others, one step at a time!

If her body were still that same original body of hers, everything unfolding before her now would be nothing at all!

But though her current body was frail, it was, at the same time, also the most formidable weapon she possessed.

Someone immune to every poison was, in a certain sense, also someone whose entire body was poison itself! Because every part of her could carry venom.

At this very moment, every inch of her skin, her clothing, her fingernails, even her hair — all of it was poison, an inexhaustible supply of deadly venom.

And from the very start until now, not a single slave had managed to lay a hand on her!

If they wanted to tear her apart, then let’s see whose ability proved greater — the slaves’ brute strength, or the deadly poison coursing through her body!

Poison wasn’t something to use lightly, since doing so risked exposing her true identity.

But facing a crowd of men already marked for death, she had no reservations about exposing anything at all!

Just as the first ring of slaves began to stir restlessly, the horse standing beside Ziqing suddenly collapsed, its entire body horrifyingly consumed by rot, convulsing uncontrollably.

Witnessing this, even the fearless, reckless slaves showed visible traces of terror on their faces!

Ziqing’s eyes flickered with surprise, and her finger, which had remained tightly clamped on the crossbow’s trigger mechanism, suddenly relaxed. In that instant — “Whoosh!” — a sharp bolt shot forth, piercing straight through several slaves and driving directly into the shoulder of that same commander!

“Jun Beiyue’s name is not one you’re free to invoke however you please! Take a good look, and remember it!” Ziqing said coldly.

The commander was so terrified he didn’t dare make a sound, and at that moment, not just the first ring but nearly the first three rings of slaves surged forward in a frenzy, howling as they charged. In an instant, the entire scene descended into total chaos!

Ziqing’s slender figure was quickly swallowed up by the towering crowd surrounding her!

But amid this very chaos, one after another, entire waves of slaves began collapsing, toppling to the ground in succession.

Gradually, the once dense, packed crowd began to thin out, more and more corpses littering the ground — every single one, exactly like the horse before, consumed by horrific rot, convulsing violently before dying.

Gradually, that slender figure grew clearer and clearer amid the thinning crowd — her hair disheveled, her clothing torn and disordered, her body covered in wounds, her entire back nearly torn to shreds.

And yet, she refused to fall, standing resolute, unbreakable — iron will, a rose forged of steel!

A massive fist suddenly came crashing down toward her head from behind. She ducked with lightning speed to dodge it, then spun around and swept her long leg out in a wide arc — the man behind her immediately toppled backward. When he tried to rise again, his entire face had already turned black, his skin cracked and split apart!

She planted one foot firmly on the rotting, blackened face and looked coldly at the remaining slaves — now less than half their original number. The commander, struck in the shoulder, had collapsed to the ground in terror, having lost control of his bladder entirely, staring blankly, utterly unable to comprehend what exactly was happening before him!

Was this woman even still human?

She was nothing short of a demon!

If her husband could be called a war god, then this woman could surely be called a war fiend, without question!

At this moment, her face streaked with blood, her eyes cold and merciless, she looked exactly like some demon risen straight from hell, born of bloodshed, staring down at him with icy indifference!

Absolutely terrifying!

The commander scrambled to his feet, no longer sparing even a thought for the remaining slaves, and turned to flee down the mountain. At the same moment, none of the remaining slaves dared charge forward again either — wave after wave of them fled alongside their commander instead.

Ziqing gently wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, a wicked smile curving at her mouth. “You spoke such fierce words to this princess consort, and now you want to run?”