The three men hesitated no longer.
They drew their sabers and pointed them to the sky!
"Warriors!"
"Life and death are right before our eyes!"
"Wu Zhou has pushed us too far! They ambushed us, denied us our grain, and betrayed our alliance! Today, we must wash Wu Zhou in blood! We fight until our last breath!"
Temujin swept his gaze over the soldiers of the steppe and roared at the heavens.
"Charge into Wu Zhou! Seize the grain!"
"Kill!!"
The roars shook the heavens, and killing intent surged like a tidal wave.
Under Temujin's command, countless iron cavalrymen of the steppe charged like madmen!
"Charge into Wu Zhou! Seize the grain!"
"Death to the betrayers of the alliance! We fight until the bitter end!"
A million steppe cavalrymen charged fearlessly into enemy lines!
Compared to making an enemy of their past nightmare, Qin Xiao, they were far more willing to face Wu Zhou.
Temujin took the lead, acting as a razor-sharp warblade, sweeping away everything in his path!
Modun and Xieli Khan followed on his left and right flanks.
"If we survive this time... let the steppe unite..."
Temujin suddenly said.
The two men fell silent.
What did the unification of the steppe mean?
It was not as simple as an alliance between the three royal courts.
Rather, from the moment of unification, all the tribes across the vast northern steppes would completely cease to exist.
There would only be a brand new empire!
Xieli Khan's face was filled with bitterness.
"Fine, this Khan agrees to your terms."
"But surviving against Qin Xiao is going to be incredibly difficult!"
"Even if we fight our way out, there's no guarantee Qin Xiao won't come after us to settle the score later."
"Regardless, I never want to sing and dance in front of Qin Xiao ever again. It's far too humiliating!"
To think that they, proud warriors on horseback, were beaten so badly by Qin Xiao that they were forced to sing and dance around a campfire.
To him, it was a supreme disgrace!
Seeing Modun hesitating, Temujin sneered:
"Two against one. The minority obeys the majority."
He gave Modun no face at all.
"Hyah!"
The three spurred their horses and charged toward the five hundred thousand strong Wu Zhou army!
An incredibly bloody battle, where rivers of blood would flow, erupted!
In the distance.
Qin Xiao watched this scene unfold.
He found it utterly absurd.
The Great Qin generals present looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.
Seriously, man.
They had all prepared for a fight to the death.
Yet Temujin actually ran away!
Not only that.
Temujin would rather face the Wu Zhou army than unite to fight against Great Qin.
For a moment, the officers and soldiers couldn't wrap their heads around it.
Just then,
Cai Kun, with a fawning expression, spoke up:
"Your Majesty is truly wise and martial, possessing peerless divine might! You scared off a million-strong army all by yourself!"
"Your Majesty is mighty!"
He prostrated himself on the ground, shouting long live the Emperor.
Flattering him madly.
Hearing this,
A few straightforward generals wanted to reprimand Cai Kun.
But they subconsciously looked at Qin Xiao, who stood proudly.
His imperial robes fluttered in the wind, the black dragon totem roaring at the nine heavens. His posture was tall and straight, unmoving as the mountains and rivers.
Suddenly, they understood.
In Temujin's eyes, perhaps Qin Xiao was even more terrifying.
This was deterrence!
One man could rival a million-strong army!
In an instant, the generals' expressions turned fanatic.
They recalled the scene of how Qin Xiao had suppressed Temujin just moments ago.
Turning the clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, sending Temujin fleeing in a panic with a mere snap of his fingers!
This was the true majesty of an emperor!
Feeling the burning gazes of the officers and soldiers behind him, the corner of Qin Xiao's mouth twitched slightly.
He was this amazing? How come he didn't know?
Still, he gladly accepted it.
"Li Chen."
Qin Xiao called out indifferently.
"Adoptive father, your son is here!"
The Prince of Yan, Li Chen, knelt on one knee and responded respectfully.
"What are your orders, adoptive father?"
Qin Xiao gazed deeply into the distance.
"Temujin will win a great victory in this battle!"
"Once he wins, he will charge into Wu Zhou. Do you think I should stop him?"
Qin Xiao had long seen through the situation.
The Wu Zhou army was undeniably strong, but against Temujin's million-strong cavalry, it was still somewhat lacking.
Especially the current steppe cavalry, who were like starving wolves, crazed and bloodthirsty.
Their minds were already clouded by fury.
They fought on the battlefield with single-minded intensity.
The defeat of the Wu Zhou army was only a matter of time.
Now, Qin Xiao only needed to consider how to counterattack Wu Zhou.
With the Prince of Yan, Li Chen, in his hands, as long as he invaded Wu Zhou, the entirety of Wu Zhou would be his!
Li Chen's expression shifted slightly. He carefully looked at the side of Qin Xiao's face, his brain working furiously to guess Qin Xiao's intentions.
After a long while.
Right when Qin Xiao slightly furrowed his brows.
He finally spoke.
"Adoptive father, your son believes we can plan first and act later."
"Let the steppe men carve out a bloody path for us first. That way, we can march into Wu Zhou without any resistance."
"As for the commoners of Wu Zhou..."
At this point, the Prince of Yan, Li Chen, paused for a moment. A hint of reluctance appeared on his face, but he finally gritted his teeth and said:
"Temujin attacked Great Qin for nothing more than grain. Even if he charges into Wu Zhou, he won't plunder the ordinary commoners. After all, your massive army is marching right behind him, acting as a ticking countdown."
"If Temujin is smart, he will definitely seize the grain held by the noble clans and wealthy families. By doing so, Wu Zhou will fall into chaos, and we can take over Wu Zhou without breaking a sweat!"
"Furthermore... you, adoptive father, will be sung about throughout the whole of Wu Zhou as its savior!"
The Prince of Yan, Li Chen, spoke very bluntly.
It meant letting Temujin burn, kill, and pillage as he pleased.
After all, it wouldn't be the ordinary commoners dying.
Once those people experienced true despair, they would naturally be deeply grateful to Qin Xiao!
Even if Qin Xiao led his troops into Wu Zhou, it wouldn't cause much of a stir.
On the contrary, the people of the world would cheer that Qin Xiao chased away Temujin.
Qin Xiao smiled faintly, very satisfied with Li Chen's answer.
Wu Zhou wasn't Great Qin, after all.
Why should he protect them?
In his heart, there was only Great Qin, and everything else.
Qin Xiao waved his hand.
"Since that is the case, we will act according to your idea."
"Order the five hundred thousand strong Qin army to follow behind Temujin and wait for the opportunity to strike!"
"Understood!"
The Prince of Yan, Li Chen, responded loudly, standing up and taking his leave.
The generals also understood Qin Xiao's intentions.
They knelt on one knee.
"By your command!"
......
On the other side, Temujin was in a killing frenzy!
"Die! All of you, die for this King!"
Temujin charged into the Wu Zhou army. Wherever he passed, it was like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
It was like reaping wheat.
The Wu Zhou army retreated in defeat step by step.
Temujin fought with sweeping, powerful strikes, like a god of war bathed in blood!
Modun and Xieli were also charging and killing without holding anything back.
They formed a sharp contrast with Temujin.
Temujin's combat prowess made them both feel incredibly ashamed of their own!
At this moment, the morale of the million steppe cavalrymen was soaring!
Each one was hyped up, howling like wolves.
One single steppe cavalryman was even pinning down three Wu Zhou foot soldiers and slaughtering them.
"Damn it! I thought Wu Zhou was so powerful, but it turns out they're nothing more than this!"
A Mongol soldier wiped the blood from his face, looked at the three corpses sprawled on the ground, and spat.
"They are far worse than those guys from Great Qin."
This statement received deep agreement from many of the steppe soldiers.
Of the million-strong army present, aside from the temporary recruits.
Almost more than half had participated in the war against Qin Xiao.
The ones who survived were all battle-hardened elites.
They originally thought they were just weak.
Unable to even defeat the mere state of Qin.
But as it turned out...
Only upon encountering Wu Zhou, a nation that claimed to be a great power, did they realize it was nothing more than this.
It was an absolute slaughter!
"Only after fighting the armies of other nations did I realize... there was no storm outside at all... Qin Xiao is just an absolute monster!"
A Mongolian general wept.
The three-hundred-pound burly man cried like a baby.
He had survived many battles.
The Defense of Mobei.
The Defense Against the Qin Invasion.
The Defense of Mongolia.
The Three-Thousand-Mile Flight.
...
Dozens of battles, big and small.
All of them involved Qin Xiao leading his troops, relentlessly chasing and slaughtering them.
Many times, he believed that the people of the steppes were incredibly weak, unable to even hold their ground against Qin Xiao.
Now, looking back, he was wrong.
Completely and utterly wrong!
Only after stepping out into the wider world did they realize... the sky wasn't falling...
Everyone else out there was just a weakling!
"Arghhh!"
The Mongolian general raised his iron hammers high and roared at the heavens.
"Who else dares to fight me?!"
Wielding his twin iron hammers, he rampaged across the battlefield, completely unstoppable!
A Wu Zhou general was sent flying by a single hammer strike, vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground, unable to rise.
"Why... why are you people of the steppes... so strong..."
And this scene was but a tiny microcosm within the clash of million-strong armies.
Once the veil of despair cast by Qin Xiao was torn away.
They finally realized that they were not the weak ones.
It was just that Qin Xiao was simply too strong!
Looking at it from another angle.
If Qin Xiao was this powerful.
Why did they even bother making him their enemy?
The world was vast, and there were so many other nations.
They could easily just find somewhere else to live!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
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.
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.”
