Chang'an, Bronze Sparrow Terrace, clear skies.

At this moment, the martial training grounds of Bronze Sparrow Terrace were packed with soldiers standing in neat rows. Half were clad in red armor, the other half in black, exuding an aura of power and menace.

Today, the entire city of Chang'an was so overwhelmed by their presence that not even a bird dared to fly over.

After nearly four years of battles, training, and elimination, these soldiers were the elite, having crawled through the hell of rigorous training and the blood-soaked fields of war.