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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
