"All soldiers, hear my command!"
Temujin stood tall atop the mountain peak, his eagle-like gaze looking down.
Looking at the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou below, a cold gleam flashed in his eyes as he drew the golden scimitar from his waist.
With one stroke, he cut his palm, blood dripping through his fingers.
Without a word, he smeared it across his face.
Instantly, three ferocious streaks of blood appeared on his face.
Seeing this, all the grassland soldiers followed suit.
This was a ritual unique to the grassland warriors!
Only when the enemy was overwhelmingly powerful and they held the resolve to die, would they beseech the blessing of the Eternal Heaven in such a manner!
"In this battle, only by fighting to the death can we seek survival!"
"I hereby command you, do not take a single step back! For the glory of the Golden Family, fight a bloody battle to the very end!"
Temujin held his golden scimitar high, his voice like a lion's roar echoing across the entire battlefield.
Instantly.
The blood of all the soldiers boiled!
Their eyes widened in fury!
"Fight to the bitter end!"
"Fight to the bitter end!"
The nine-hundred-thousand-strong army raised their weapons high, roaring in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth!
Led by Temujin.
The nine hundred thousand grassland cavalry began their advance!
The deafening sound of hooves made the ground tremble!
Their target was none other than the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou!
The earth-shattering commotion startled the people on the Wu Zhou side.
When the civil and military officials saw the dense swarm of cavalry charging down from the other side of the mountain, their faces turned green with fright.
"What... what is going on? Am I hallucinating?"
Some officials rubbed their eyes vigorously, unable to believe the sight before them.
A deathly silence fell over the crowd.
After a long moment, as the galloping grassland cavalry drew closer and closer.
The crowd finally reacted.
"Disaster! There's an ambush by the grassland cavalry!"
"Quick! Go report to Her Majesty!"
"Are there any generals? Quickly send troops to block the grassland cavalry!"
A wave of panic erupted among the civil and military officials.
Over a dozen officials ran up to the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou.
"Your... Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"
The Minister of War was sweating profusely, his face deathly pale, and his voice trembling.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou was leaning against her dragon chair, her eyes slightly closed, while a maid massaged her shoulders from behind. She looked thoroughly relaxed and comfortable.
Hearing this.
The Female Emperor slightly lifted her eyelids and glanced at the Minister of War.
"What is it? If you cannot give a proper reason, I wouldn't mind declaring you guilty of a crime!"
Seeing the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's leisurely demeanor, the Minister of War flushed red with anxiety.
"Your Majesty, there is an ambush by the grassland cavalry, and they are charging right at us!"
"What!"
Hearing this, the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou abruptly stood up. Her eyes widened as she looked ahead, her pupils instantly shrinking!
She saw Temujin leading his forces, galloping toward them.
The rolling iron cavalry and fluttering banners blotted out the sky and the sun!
The sound of iron hooves trampling the earth was like explosive thunder, striking fear into the heart!
A terrifying murderous intent swept over them, causing the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's expression to change drastically.
But her panic lasted only a moment.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou quickly regained her composure.
"Pass down my orders, prepare for battle!"
"These barbarians actually dare to invade. Then I shall use thunderous means to ensure they never return!"
She stood up and drew the Son of Heaven's sword hanging at her waist.
Her eyes carried an extreme sense of excitement.
These barbarians had finally arrived!
She had been waiting so long she was growing impatient.
After all, the sooner she wiped out the grassland barbarians, the sooner she could go face Qin Xiao.
"A mere Temujin dares to invade!"
"Today, I will let you know what is meant by the divine might of the Son of Heaven and thunderous means!"
"Entire army... charge!"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou raised her sword to the sky and then swung it down heavily, full of imposing momentum.
In her fantasy.
Countless soldiers behind her would charge forward recklessly.
Like a torrent of iron armor, they would crush the grassland barbarians!
However.
Only the imperial guard soldiers around her charged out!
Their horses dashed toward the grassland barbarians like wild, unbridled beasts!
Yet, after these generals charged out, they bewilderedly realized something.
Why did it feel so empty behind them?
Were there no soldiers following?
They looked back.
And were dumbfounded!
They saw that.
It was completely empty behind them.
Only in the distance was there a massive group of soldiers lining up to cross the wheat field.
"Damn it! What is going on! The enemy is already here! Why are these soldiers still queuing to cross the wheat field?"
The imperial guards were completely stunned; they immediately reined in their horses, not daring to charge any further.
This was no longer fighting a war.
It was sending themselves to their deaths!
If they charged up alone, they would likely be wiped out by the grassland barbarians in a single wave.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou also noticed this scene.
She stood in place, completely petrified!
"I ordered you to charge, why aren't you charging!"
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's face burned with embarrassment as she roared in anger.
The Minister of War looked bitter.
"Your Majesty, you issued an order that the wheat fields must not be trampled..."
Before he could finish speaking.
With a loud smack.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou backhanded him across the cheek.
The Minister of War was slapped silly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his head buzzing, his face full of bewilderment.
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou's face was ashen.
She gazed into the distance at the rapidly approaching grassland cavalry.
And cursed angrily.
"Are you an idiot! The enemy is already charging at us, who cares about the wheat field! Hurry up and tell them to charge!"
"How can you be so brainless! Seeing the enemy arrive, didn't you know to disobey my command and first issue the order for the soldiers to attack?"
"Do you want to watch me die in battle here?"
The Minister of War covered his face, cursing in his heart.
Good heavens, you were the one who said no trampling the wheat field, and anyone who dared to disobey would be executed on the spot.
Now you're saying this.
Anyway, no matter what he did, it was his fault, right?
The Minister of War didn't even have the energy to complain.
But the situation was urgent now, and there was no time for him to overthink it.
"Quick! Her Majesty has ordered, entire army attack! The wheat field can be trampled!"
The Minister of War turned around and shouted hoarsely toward the rear.
His roar finally made the soldiers on the Wu Zhou side react.
They no longer hesitated and issued the command to the troops.
Instantly, the two-million-strong army scrambled frantically, massively trampling through the wheat field, turning the golden wheat into a complete mess.
The situation happened so urgently that the two-million-strong army launched their attack before they were even ready.
This led to chaotic formations, and quite a few people were trampled to death!
"Kill!"
Seeing this scene, the Wu Zhou generals could only bite the bullet, raise their swords, and lead their soldiers to charge forward.
The two-million-strong army stumbled and charged through the wheat field.
Temujin had already led his iron cavalry charging over!
Seeing that the two armies were about to clash, the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou immediately shouted in excitement:
"Temujin, this is your fate for attacking Wu Zhou!"
"I will slaughter your grassland cavalry to the last man! I will chop off your head and hang it above the city walls to announce it to the world!"
"I want everyone to know that whoever dares to offend my Wu Zhou has already chosen the path of death!"
She swept her crimson cape behind her, a victorious smile playing on her lips, and pointed her sword at Temujin, shouting with an awe-inspiring momentum.
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
