"W-why... why... why is this happening!"
General White Fox stood stunned in place, her eyes looking across the battlefield in absolute terror.
The soldiers of Wu Zhou were actually being completely suppressed and beaten back by mere plainsmen!
Blood flowed freely, and corpses littered the field!
Countless Wu Zhou soldiers were being slaughtered by the fierce plainsmen!
After only a few rounds of combat.
The Wu Zhou soldiers had lost their will to fight; their morale plummeted, and they retreated in constant defeat.
In her expectations, the Wu Zhou army should have utterly crushed these plains barbarians.
"How is this possible! These plains barbarians were brutally massacred by Qin Xiao. Why is it that when it comes to my Wu Zhou, we are the ones being crushed!"
General White Fox's face was as pale as paper, her head buzzing.
The sounds of slaughter and the tragic screams of the Great Zhou soldiers rang endlessly in her ears.
"Why, exactly why! What went wrong!"
She could not figure it out.
Or rather, she was even more unwilling to accept that the army of Great Qin was stronger than Wu Zhou's!
"General! General, run for your life!"
Three deputy generals rode over in a sorry state, covered in bloodstains and looking completely terrified.
"No! I cannot accept this!"
General White Fox roared with a torn heart.
"Why do you only think of running away when you encounter difficulties? I do not believe it! We will definitely win! How could the army of my Wu Zhou fail to defeat mere barbarians!"
She threw them off, preparing to go command the army.
The three deputy generals lowered their heads, feeling ashamed.
However, right at this moment.
"Stinking woman! I finally found you! Die!"
An earth-shattering roar exploded!
Temujin charged out from the crowd.
Bathed in blood and looking like a god of death, he headed straight for General White Fox!
Along the way, his golden scimitar continuously spun.
Wherever he went, the Great Zhou soldiers fell like harvested wheat.
Blood flowed like a river!
General White Fox's pupils shrank suddenly.
Temujin's burly figure enlarged infinitely in her eyes!
The terrifying sense of oppression made her scalp tingle.
It was as if he was an Asura crawling straight out of hell!
"Quick! Run for your lives!"
General White Fox screamed loudly. She wet her pants.
She immediately ordered without hesitation:
"You three go block Temujin! You must buy time for this general!"
With that said, she whipped her horse and fled in a panic.
The three deputy generals looked completely bewildered.
Wait, didn't you just righteously say that Wu Zhou would definitely win?
Why are you running for your life now?
The three deputy generals were not stupid either; they looked at each other and immediately made a decision.
"Let's split up and flee!"
The three rode wildly in different directions.
Temujin ignored this; in his eyes, there was only General White Fox!
"Despicable woman! Don't run if you have the guts!"
Hearing the roar behind her, General White Fox subconsciously turned her head and found that Temujin had caught up and was close at hand!
In an instant, she paled in fright.
"No! You can't do this! If you kill me, the Wu Zhou Empress will not let you go!"
Even now, General White Fox still held onto a fluke, using the Empress to threaten Temujin.
Temujin snorted coldly, killing intent emerging in his eyes, and said disdainfully, "Empress? What does she count as! Just a liar and a petty person!"
If it weren't for the Wu Zhou Empress tricking him.
He, Temujin, would not be in such a sorry state!
Thinking of this, Temujin was full of anger.
He had believed the Wu Zhou Empress, but this woman had actually played him for a fool!
"Die for this king!"
Temujin drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed at General White Fox.
General White Fox was frightened out of her wits, her face twisted in fear as she struggled to shout.
"I beg you! Don't kill me! I am willing to surrender! I am willing to submit..."
The corners of Temujin's mouth curled up in disdain; he let go, and the arrow left the string!
Thwack!
The arrow struck right in the center of General White Fox's back!
General White Fox's entire body was sent flying by the force, falling heavily to the ground in a pool of blood.
Temujin rode his horse to the corpse and looked down coldly.
"You didn't realize you were wrong; you just realized you were going to die!"
He used his scimitar to cut off General White Fox's head, casually grabbed a spear from the ground, and held it high.
"The Wu Zhou General is dead! Get out of the way!"
Temujin raised the spear high and roared at the sky!
His voice echoed across the entire battlefield!
The morale of the Mongolian army soared. They launched a fierce offensive, massacring the Wu Zhou army until they were completely routed.
No one could stop them anymore!
At this moment.
The morale of the Wu Zhou army completely collapsed!
Out of the five hundred thousand strong army, over a hundred thousand died in battle, and the remaining troops fled in panic!
Some even put down their weapons and knelt to surrender just to survive!
Temujin looked around, surveying the entire battlefield, and saw Wu Zhou soldiers kneeling and begging for mercy everywhere.
The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for so long was finally released.
"Hahahaha!"
He burst into wild laughter.
"Is this the Seven Great Powers? Nothing more than this!"
Temujin felt incredibly refreshed.
The Wu Zhou army was completely defeated!
He raised the spear with the head hanging from it and proudly shouted to the soldiers behind him:
"Warriors of the plains! What does it matter if they are the Seven Great Powers! They are still trampled under our feet!"
At this moment, Temujin's momentum was unstoppable.
It was as if there were no rivals left in the entire world!
"Long live the Mongol King!"
"The Mongol King is invincible in the world!"
The million-strong army shouted madly, their voices shaking the heavens!
Countless people were shouting Temujin's name.
Their eyes were incredibly fanatical!
Their morale reached its absolute peak!
However, the next moment.
Qin Xiao's peerlessly domineering voice suddenly exploded!
"Mongol King, come! Battle with Us!"
Hearing this voice, Temujin instinctively shuddered.
He looked in the direction of the voice.
He only saw Qin Xiao leading five hundred thousand Qin soldiers, riding at the forefront, charging unstoppably toward Temujin!
The five hundred thousand Qin soldiers came rolling in like a tide!
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth!
Temujin's expression could not help but change.
It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, completely dissipating the hot blood in his body.
Leaving only bone-piercing coldness!
Damn it!
Temujin's expression changed wildly!
How could he have forgotten Qin Xiao, this god of death!
If Qin Xiao caught him, he would definitely die!
Qin Xiao was not comparable to those people from Wu Zhou.
This was a true, peerless god of death!
He did not dare to hesitate for a single moment anymore.
He immediately turned his horse around and issued an order.
"Entire army, retreat!"
With that said, he took the lead in running for his life.
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...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
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."
