Therefore, they held a great deal of apprehension toward the Female Emperor!
Temujin's eyes were as sharp as a falcon's, fixed intently on the Wu Zhou army.
His brows were tightly knitted, his expression shifting unpredictably.
At this moment, even someone as brilliant as him could not figure out the purpose of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou!
After a long while.
Temujin took a deep breath. Truly worthy of being the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou, her methods are indeed extraordinary! Even I cannot see through them!
He felt a bit strained.
This feeling was just like what he had experienced when facing Qin Xiao.
At this time,
Xieli Khan suddenly spoke up.
Why don't we ask those people from the noble families of Wu Zhou?
he said in a muffled, booming voice.
Hearing this, Temujin's eyes lit up.
As early as three days ago, he had captured a group of young nobles in this area.
He had also received news that these noble families had allied with the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou.
Three days!
It had wasted three days of Temujin's time!
Naturally, Temujin would not be soft-hearted; he would just start killing.
However, this group of young nobles had softer bones than he had imagined.
It didn't take much beating before they all surrendered.
Bring them up!
Temujin waved his hand.
Soon.
Over a thousand people, dressed in magnificent robes and bound tightly all over, were escorted up in a massive group, wearing expressions of fear and hatred.
Tell me, what exactly is the conspiracy of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou!
Temujin didn't waste words and interrogated them directly.
Temujin! Stop your arrogance! The Female Emperor will soon come to save us!
someone in the crowd roared.
He stood up straight, holding his head high, and spoke with an arrogant face.
If you release us now, there's still time! Otherwise, there's only a dead end for you!
Now that the Female Emperor had arrived.
They naturally felt completely confident.
That's right! You're just a mere barbarian, how dare you be so insolent!
The others also followed suit and shouted.
In an instant.
All the people from the noble families became highly spirited.
Hahaha!
Seeing this, Temujin laughed instead of getting angry.
He swept a cold glance over this group of young nobles and said in a harsh tone.
Men, kill them!
In an instant.
Blades flashed.
Blood spurted.
Screams and wails echoed endlessly!
The young nobles who had been so high-spirited just a moment ago were slaughtered one after another.
In a short moment, half of the over a thousand young nobles were killed!
Blood flowed like a river!
Temujin's gaze was ice-cold as he sat on his horse, looking down at the remaining young nobles.
Now, tell me, what conspiracy does the Female Emperor actually have!
The remaining young nobles were thoroughly terrified.
Each of them turned pale, their bodies trembling all over.
Even their leader had weak legs and almost collapsed to the ground.
Seeing the crowd fall silent, Temujin did not rush them.
He simply waved his hand again.
The flash of blades fell once more.
Another dozen young nobles were beheaded!
I'll talk! I'll talk!
Someone broke down, going completely limp and sprawling on the ground.
The Female Emperor has no conspiracy! These wheat fields are the property of our noble families.
I've said everything, I beg the Great Khan to spare my life!
A group of young nobles repeatedly echoed him.
They knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Temujin narrowed his eyes, his gaze landing on the crowd.
He waved his hand once more.
Over a dozen Mongolian generals stepped forward, raised their butcher knives, and began a massacre!
Ah! Spare us! Everything we said is true!
Great Khan, don't kill us!
Their wails shook the heavens and resounded through the clouds.
In the end.
Fewer than a hundred people remained.
Seeing the ground littered with corpses, this group of people was frightened out of their wits, shivering uncontrollably.
Temujin's gaze swept over them as he said coldly:
Do you take me for a three-year-old child?
Hmph! I am not that stupid!
How could the dignified Female Emperor of Wu Zhou be so foolish?
Even an incompetent ruler could not possibly issue such an absurd order!
Moreover, after experiencing the Female Emperor's deception last time.
Temujin no longer dared to trust the people of the Central Plains.
To him, they were all cunning liars!
Khan! Please, you must believe us!
A young noble knelt on the ground, gripping Temujin's boots, pleading bitterly.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou is just an incompetent ruler, just a fool! As long as you lead your army to charge down, you will definitely capture her!
Please don't kill us, we really aren't lying to you!
In order to survive, he would resort to any means necessary.
He even sold out the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou.
Temujin stared at this young noble for a moment, then suddenly grinned, revealing a cold sneer, and slashed with a backhand strike.
Blood splattered.
This young noble's head fell to the ground.
Good, good, good! It seems you young nobles are truly loyal to the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou!
You are all fabricating lies to deceive me!
Do you think I would fall for it?
As Temujin spoke, he raised his arm high.
Kill!
With one final wave of his hand.
Blades flashed and swords shadowed.
The remaining young nobles were slaughtered amidst their screams.
Before they died, their faces still showed expressions of confusion and disbelief.
Since when did their group of selfish, cowardly nobles become loyal to the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou?
Watching this group of people being slaughtered to the last man, Temujin felt a sincere admiration in his heart.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou is indeed extraordinary. Even the insatiably greedy noble families are willing to lay down their lives for her, not hesitating to die just to continue deceiving me.
This is a true hero of a generation!
Temujin's gaze grew increasingly solemn.
He had already predicted it; the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou definitely had a massive conspiracy!
Just as Temujin was hesitating.
However, right at this moment.
Report!
A Mongolian cavalryman galloped over, dismounted, and immediately rushed in front of Temujin, kneeling on one knee.
Reporting to the Khan, Qin Xiao's army is already fifty miles away!
As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire scene exploded in an uproar!
What? Qin Xiao is coming?
Have ten days passed so quickly?
What do we do? We haven't managed to plunder any grain yet, what should we do!
We're doomed! A wolf in front and a tiger behind, this is sending us to our deaths!
All of a sudden, panic spread among the troops.
Temujin's eyelids twitched, and he clenched his fists.
Stay calm! What are you panicking for!
His furious shout exploded like a clap of thunder.
Instantly, no one dared to make a sound.
Sitting on his horse, Temujin's gaze flashed like lightning as he looked around the entire scene.
So what if Qin Xiao has come?
His tone was steady, his gaze firm, and his whole body exuded intense confidence.
Our great Mongolian iron cavalry fears no powerful enemy!
If Qin Xiao dares to come, can't we just run?
Our Mongolian steeds are the fastest in the world! Qin Xiao is only fit to eat dust behind me!
The officers and soldiers seemed to remember something.
Not long ago, Qin Xiao led an army of five hundred thousand.
Didn't he still fail to catch up to them?
Modun and Xieli Khan exchanged a glance, the corners of their mouths twitching wildly.
Good heavens.
Temujin had used the toughest attitude to say the most cowardly words.
Modun took a deep breath and stepped forward.
Then what do we do now?
Do we fight Qin Xiao, or do we fight the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou?
At this very moment, everyone's eyes turned to Temujin.
Waiting for him to make up his mind.
Temujin did not hesitate and spoke directly.
Move the army out!
We will fight the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou until the bitter end!
What a joke?
Letting him fight Qin Xiao, how was that any different from courting death?
Even if the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou was incredibly mysterious, giving people a sense of unknown fear.
But Temujin would rather face the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou than cross swords with Qin Xiao.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
