"Damn it! This Empress of Wu Zhou really talks big!"
Temujin's face darkened, his imposing aura chilling to the bone. The surging true qi condensed behind him into a massive, blood-red divine eagle!
Dealing with the Empress of Wu Zhou, he dared not be the slightest bit careless!
He brought out his full strength!
"Kill!"
A furious roar.
"Kill!"
"For the tribe!"
Earth-shattering cries of battle resounded through the heavens!
Nine hundred thousand grassland cavalry and Wu Zhou's two million-strong army formally clashed!
The clash of armor and weapons, the sounds of slaughter instantly filled the air.
The dust kicked up by horse hooves blotted out the sun, and blood sprayed across the sky!
The grassland cavalry charged down from the high mountains like a sharp sword piercing the firmament, crashing fiercely into the Wu Zhou army!
In almost an instant, a massive roar erupted!
The earth trembled, and blood flowed like a river!
On Wu Zhou's side, the soldiers struggled to advance through the wheat fields. Their formation was chaotic, completely no match for the grassland cavalry.
Seeing the surging grassland cavalry, they were momentarily thrown into panic.
"Ugh!"
Tragic wails continuously rang out.
Many Wu Zhou soldiers were directly hacked down by the grassland cavalry!
Many didn't even have time to resist before their bodies were pierced by scimitars, blood splattering in all directions!
In just a short exchange of a single round, the Wu Zhou soldiers suffered a miserable defeat!
Corpses littered the fields, and blood stained the earth!
Before they could even reorganize their formation, the grassland cavalry took advantage of the momentum to carve into the heart of the Wu Zhou army!
Temujin led the charge, wielding a golden scimitar. He was invincible; numerous Wu Zhou generals were not even a match for him for a single exchange!
He quickly slaughtered his way right in front of the Empress of Wu Zhou!
The Minister of War shouted anxiously.
"Your Majesty, Temujin has broken through! Retreat quickly! I will hold him off!"
One general after another stepped in front of the Empress of Wu Zhou.
They raised their swords and sabers, swearing to defend the Empress to the death!
At this moment.
The Empress of Wu Zhou stood frozen in place, her mind feeling as if it were about to burst, the sounds of slaughter echoing in her ears.
She looked around, only seeing Wu Zhou soldiers being continuously massacred by the grassland cavalry.
Blood dyed the earth red, and corpses piled up like mountains!
She had never thought there would come a day when the Wu Zhou army would be slaughtered so miserably by barbarians!
"How... how could this happen..."
The Empress of Wu Zhou's lips trembled, almost unable to believe it.
She couldn't understand why.
At this moment.
Her arrogance and conceit were torn to shreds by Temujin's scimitar!
"I clearly prepared everything. My Wu Zhou is clearly a great power in the world! But... but why can't we even defeat a mere grassland barbarian?"
The Empress of Wu Zhou was despondent, feeling only a wave of powerlessness wash over her, her world spinning.
Seeing Temujin charging closer, the Minister of War burned with anxiety.
"Your Majesty! You must leave quickly!"
"Entire army, retreat! Protect His Majesty and retreat!"
He shouted orders, and more soldiers rushed forward recklessly, desperately trying to block Temujin!
Temujin looked up and sneered, bathed in blood, his eyes full of excitement and madness!
"Hahaha! The Empress of Wu Zhou is nothing more than this!"
"It seems you are just a paper tiger, a useless piece of trash with an empty reputation!"
"This King thought you were so strong, even lying in ambush here for three days and three nights! If I had known, I would have taken the initiative to attack, breached the Wu Zhou capital, and captured you alive!"
Temujin laughed disdainfully.
He swung his blade fiercely, his true qi surging. A group of soldiers raised their swords to block, but were directly blasted away by the majestic, tremendous force.
They coughed up blood and knocked down a swath of soldiers, already severely injured and losing their combat ability!
With one man and one scimitar, he was invincible, slaughtering his way across the battlefield, unmatched by anyone!
Wherever he went, blood flowed like a river, and corpses littered the fields!
Watching Temujin charge over, the Empress of Wu Zhou finally snapped back to reality.
Her face was ashen, and she gritted her teeth, about to retreat!
"Why... why... why is this happening!"
"The former Wu Zhou was powerful, making the whole world tremble! But what exactly is going on now!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou slumped to the ground, her hair disheveled, tears streaming down her face, roaring in pain.
She couldn't understand why.
Obviously, the Wu Zhou army's combat power was so strong before.
Why were they now like paper, tearing at the slightest touch?
Suddenly, the Empress of Wu Zhou's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of something.
She hurriedly scrambled up from the ground, grabbing the sleeve of the Minister of War beside her, shouting anxiously.
"Quick! Quickly invite the Chancellor over!"
"He is a Martial Sage, having once commanded the three armies. With him here, we can definitely stop Temujin!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou shouted excitedly to the Minister of War.
Hearing this, the Minister of War's expression stiffened, his gaze turning to the Empress of Wu Zhou, carrying a trace of bitterness.
"Your Majesty, Chancellor Di... he has already died by smashing his head against a pillar!"
"Wh... what?!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou instantly froze in place.
"Isn't Di Qingyun a Martial Sage? His strength reaches the heavens, how could he die just by hitting a pillar?"
"No! You are deceiving me! You must be deceiving me!"
Her grip on the Minister of War's hand loosened.
She stood blankly, despondent, shaking her head frantically.
Tears welled up in her eyes!
"Chancellor Di! Come out quickly!"
"I have encountered danger, come out quickly and save me!"
"I know I made a mistake, I am sorry to you! Come out quickly, I admit my fault to you, please do not abandon me!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou cried out.
At this moment.
She finally completely broke down.
The once incredibly arrogant and proud Empress of Wu Zhou.
Now utterly devastated, nearly mad!
Looking at the Empress of Wu Zhou's appearance, the Minister of War felt it was incredibly ironic!
"Your Majesty, Chancellor Di is dead, forced to death by you!"
"If we don't flee for our lives now, in a moment, the ones who die will be us!"
His tone was calm to the extreme.
His gaze stared straight at the Empress of Wu Zhou.
Only then did the Empress of Wu Zhou wake up.
"Right! Fleeing for our lives is the priority!"
"As long as I return to the capital, I have a way to make a comeback!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou haphazardly wiped the snot and tears from her face, awkwardly mounting her horse.
A group of generals also rushed over, preparing to mount their horses and flee.
However, at this critical moment.
The Empress of Wu Zhou took a deep breath, looking at the group of generals coming towards her, preparing to flee, her eyes gradually turning cold.
She raised her sword and pierced the belly of a nearby horse.
"Neigh!"
The horse neighed in pain.
One horse caused a group of horses to stampede, disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Generals! You block Temujin. As long as I survive, I will definitely avenge you in the future!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou turned her horse around and rode away, leaving them in the dust.
Leaving behind only a cold and heartless sentence.
For a moment.
The generals stood frozen in place.
They were bathed in blood, covered in injuries, with wounds everywhere on their bodies.
"We... have been... abandoned by His Majesty..."
The Minister of War smiled bitterly.
Everyone's eyes revealed a look of despair.
What did they risk their lives for?
Wasn't it to survive with the Empress?
But now, the Empress cut off their path to survival, fleeing alone!
How ironic this was!
"Hahaha!"
Temujin laughed heartily at the sky, looking at the Empress of Wu Zhou's back full of mockery.
"Is this the so-called emperor of a powerful nation? She doesn't even have the integrity to be buried with her country! Abandoning her sovereign and subjects to flee alone, it's truly ridiculous to the extreme!"
"However, this entire battlefield has been surrounded by my forces. The Empress cannot escape even if she had wings!"
Temujin laughed with unbridled arrogance.
His tone was incredibly confident, arrogant to the extreme!
Soon.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
"Help! Come protect the Empress!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou came galloping wildly on horseback.
Seeing this, the eyes of the military generals lit up.
Could it be that the Empress was coming to save them?
But when they saw a group of cavalry chasing right behind the Empress, their faces instantly darkened.
"Hahaha! Empress of Wu Zhou, where can you run!"
Modun and Xieli Khan whipped their horses and brandished their weapons, letting out mocking laughter.
The two of them were like cats chasing a mouse, toying with the Empress of Wu Zhou all the way.
"Ah! Protect me! I command you to protect your sovereign, come protect me now!"
The Empress of Wu Zhou screamed hysterically.
The expression on her face was one of extreme terror.
Suddenly, her horse was struck by an arrow.
The Empress was thrown directly off the horse's back.
She tumbled a few times on the ground and coughed up a large mouthful of blood.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is this the so-called Empress of Wu Zhou? The number one Empress in the world? Nothing more than this!"
Modun led his men to form a perimeter, tightly surrounding the Empress of Wu Zhou and her soldiers!
"Empress, if you kneel and kowtow to beg for mercy, this Chanyu might just give you a quick death!"
Modun looked down from his high vantage point at the Empress of Wu Zhou, who was slumped on the ground, his eyes full of disdain and mockery.
Xieli Khan laughed wildly, his predatory eyes scanning the Empress of Wu Zhou up and down.
"Although this Empress is old, she still has her charm. Before she dies, let this Khan have some fun with her first!"
"Ahahaha!"
The surrounding steppe cavalry threw their heads back and laughed out loud.
The sounds of mockery and sneers echoed endlessly!
Humiliated, the Empress of Wu Zhou's face turned livid. She gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with monstrous fury.
"Quickly! I command you to kill these barbarians!"
"I am of the utmost nobility, how can I suffer such a great humiliation!"
"Today, even if you must die, you will seek justice for me!"
She shrieked madly, her face contorted with ferocity, urging her subordinate soldiers to attack.
However, the soldiers simply looked at each other in dismay; not a single person stepped forward.
They did not even look her in the eye.
"Empress, you already abandoned us. Why should we still fight for you?"
The Minister of War spoke in a cold voice.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
