He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

After a fierce battle, Mo Yan and Zhang Yingying finally defeated the leader of the men in black.

They looked at the leader of the men in black lying on the ground and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"It's finally over," Zhang Yingying said with emotion.

Mo Yan nodded: "Yes, it's finally over. Now we can go find the young master."

They smiled at each other, then walked out of the palace gates together.

The sky had cleared, and the sunlight shone on them, filling their hearts with warmth and hope.

However, they were unaware that this battle was merely the tip of the iceberg of the entire conspiracy.

A greater crisis is quietly approaching, waiting for them to uncover and deal with it...

Mo Yan and Zhang Yingying found the young prince, who was seriously injured, in the palace. He was still fighting with the last group of men in black.

The two immediately stepped forward to help, defeating the remaining men in black one by one.

Finally, all the men in black in the palace were eliminated, but the three of them were already covered in wounds and exhausted.

The young master looked at Mo Yan and Zhang Yingying and said with a wry smile, "It seems we are really lucky to have survived this."

“Now is not the time to celebrate,” Mo Yan said seriously. “We must get to the king immediately, expose his conspiracy, and save the entire country.”

The three of them helped each other out of the palace, only to find that the entire capital was shrouded in a magic circle created by the men in black.

Magical rays of light rained down from the sky, and houses along the streets burst into flames as people fled in panic.

"This is a magical attack from the men in black!" Zhang Yingying exclaimed. "We must find the king as soon as possible and make him stop all of this."

However, they were unaware that the king was no longer in the capital, but had fled with a group of his confidants.

The three men searched the chaotic capital for the king, but to no avail.

As time went on, the black-clad man's magical attacks became increasingly fierce.

The entire capital was almost razed to the ground, with flames burning everywhere and the cries of people echoing across the land.

Mo Yan and the others felt increasingly heavy-hearted, knowing they had to come up with a way to stop it all as soon as possible.

Finally, Mo Yan and his companions found a surviving palace guard in a secluded corner of an alley.

From the guard, they learned that the king had fled to the outskirts of the city with a group of his confidants.

Mo Yan and his entourage immediately mounted their horses and galloped towards the imperial palace.

In a forest on the outskirts of the city, they found the king's palace.

At this moment, the palace was surrounded by a group of men in black, and a fierce battle was taking place.

Without hesitation, Mo Yan and the others immediately threw themselves into battle, fighting alongside the king's soldiers and bravely resisting the fierce attacks of the men in black.

After a long and arduous battle, they finally drove back all the men in black.

Mo Yan and his companions stormed into the palace and dragged out the king who was hiding inside.

"You shameless tyrant!" Mo Yan roared, "To satisfy your own selfish desires, you colluded with the men in black and destroyed the entire capital! Today, you must pay the price for your crimes!"

The king trembled with fear and knelt on the ground, pleading, "Spare me! I know I was wrong! I'm willing to give up all power, just please spare my life!"

However, Mo Yan and others were not fooled by his sweet talk.

"Your crimes are unforgivable!" Mo Yan said coldly. "You must pay the price for your actions!"

As he spoke, he drew his longsword and pointed it at the king's throat.

The king was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, repeatedly begging for his life.

But Mo Yan did not waver in the slightest. He knew that only in this way could he seek justice for the dead.

Just as Mo Yan's sword was about to pierce the king's throat, a deafening sound of horses' hooves and the clanging of armor suddenly came from outside the palace.

A cavalry unit dressed entirely in black, with eerie red patterns inlaid on their armor, descended like divine warriors and swiftly stormed into the palace.

"Stop!" A loud shout rang out, causing the palace to tremble slightly.

Mo Yan and the others turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a black cloak, with only a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes visible under his mask. He was holding a giant sword that gleamed with a cold light, and was followed by dozens of black-armored knights dressed in the same attire.

Their appearance was like an iron wall, firmly protecting the king behind them.

"Who are you people?" Mo Yan gripped his sword tightly, wary.

“Who we are is not important,” the middle-aged man said coldly. “What is important is that you must lay down your weapons now, or don’t blame us for being impolite.”

"What a joke! We fought with all our might to capture this tyrant, why should we lay down our weapons?" Zhang Yingying shouted angrily.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold, and the black-armored knights behind him immediately spurred their warhorses and charged towards Mo Yan and the others.

The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the sunlight, radiating a strong killing intent.

Mo Yan and the others immediately engaged in battle, fighting a fierce and desperate fight against the black-armored knights.

These black-armored knights were incredibly powerful; their movements were swift and precise, and each attack put immense pressure on Mo Yan and his companions.

However, Mo Yan and others are no ordinary people either.

They have gone through countless battles and have honed their combat skills to an exceptional level.

They worked closely together, launching continuous attacks and engaging the black-armored knights in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The battle reached a fever pitch, with both sides already heavily wounded.

However, the black-armored knights had the advantage in numbers, and they gradually forced Mo Yan and the others into a corner.

“This can’t go on,” Mo Yan said through gritted teeth. “We must find a way to break through.”

Zhang Yingying nodded: "That's right, we must find a way out as soon as possible, otherwise we will be worn down here."

The young nobleman also joined the battle, wielding a longsword and fiercely slashing at the black-armored knights around him.

However, his injuries have not fully recovered, and his movements appear somewhat sluggish.

Mo Yan saw this and was anxious. He knew that if things continued like this, the young master might not be able to hold on.

So he gritted his teeth, swung his longsword, and cut a black-armored knight down from his horse.

Then, taking advantage of the opening, he rushed to the young man's side and pulled him up: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he brandished his longsword and led the way, rushing towards the exit of the palace with Zhang Yingying and the young master.

However, the black-armored knights reacted very quickly; they immediately turned their horses around and gave chase.

An even fiercer chase ensued within the palace, with Mo Yan and his companions fighting and retreating, constantly clashing with the black-armored knights.

They had multiple injuries, and their clothes were stained with blood.

But they showed no sign of backing down and continued to forge ahead.

Just as they were about to be caught up by the black-armored knights, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the palace.

Immediately afterwards, the entire palace began to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

"Oh no! It's an earthquake!" Mo Yan exclaimed, pushing Zhang Yingying and the young man to a corner. "Quick, crouch down!"

The three huddled together, crouching in the corner. Cracks began to appear in the surrounding walls, and loose stones kept falling.

The black-armored knight was also shaken by the sudden earthquake and was unable to continue the pursuit.

The earthquake lasted for some time before finally stopping.

Mo Yan and the others breathed a long sigh of relief and then stood up from the corner.

Looking at the chaotic scene around them, they were filled with mixed emotions.

"Let's go!" Mo Yan said. "It's no longer safe here."

The three of them helped each other out of the palace, only to find that it was already dark outside.

As night fell, the surrounding scenery became even more blurred.

They didn't know where they were or where to go.

But they had no intention of giving up; they knew that only by continuing forward could they find a way out.

So they followed a small path forward, hoping to find a way out.

However, they did not expect that this path would turn out to be a dead end.

When they reached the end, they found themselves facing a steep cliff with no way forward.

"Oh no! We're trapped!" Zhang Yingying said anxiously. "What should we do now?"

Mo Yan and the young man exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness and despair in each other's eyes.

They knew there was no turning back now, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward.

“We cannot give up,” Mo Yan said firmly. “We must find a way out, otherwise we will only face death.”

The young man nodded: "That's right, we must do everything we can to get out of here."

Just then, they suddenly heard a series of rapid hoofbeats and the clanging of armor.

Immediately afterwards, a cavalry unit came into view and charged toward them.

"Oh no! It's the men in black pursuing us!" Zhang Yingying exclaimed.

Mo Yan and the young master immediately became alert, gripping their weapons tightly, ready to face the impending battle.

However, when the cavalry charged closer, they discovered that these cavalrymen were not men in black, but an army dressed in normal uniforms.

"Who are you people?" Mo Yan asked warily.

"We've come to rescue you!" a cavalryman shouted. "Come with us, we'll take you away from here!"

Mo Yan and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the doubt and uncertainty in each other's eyes.

They didn't know what kind of unit this was, or whether they were friend or foe.

However, they now have no other choice but to take a gamble.

“Okay! We’ll go with you!” Mo Yan said.

The three men immediately climbed onto the horses brought by the cavalry and retreated with the troops.

During their journey, they learned that this army was a regular force loyal to the country, and had been looking for an opportunity to expose the king's conspiracy with the men in black and to rescue the trapped loyalists.

The cavalrymen told them that the king had fled the palace ahead of time and was gathering more men in black to surround and kill them.

The situation is extremely critical. We must reach the outskirts of the capital as soon as possible to join the main force there and have a chance to completely defeat the forces of the man in black and the king.

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan and the others became even more anxious.

They knew that their fate was now closely intertwined with that of the army, and that only by uniting as one could they overcome the numerous obstacles before them.

As the night deepened, the cold wind howled.

They traveled swiftly through the wilderness, sometimes passing through dense forests, sometimes crossing streams.

The shouts of men in black and the sound of horses' hooves could be heard from behind, making them feel an invisible pressure and crisis.

However, they were not intimidated or deterred by this.

On the contrary, they became even more determined in their beliefs and resolve.

They knew this was their moment to fight for their country and their people.

Regardless of life or death, success or failure, they will never give up.

After overcoming countless hardships and difficulties, they finally spotted the campfires of the main force outside the capital city.

The entire camp erupted in cheers as the cavalry charged into the camp.

Soldiers rushed forward to greet these brave warriors and loyal patriots.

Looking at the excited crowd around them, Mo Yan and the others were filled with emotion and pride.

They knew their efforts had not been in vain; they had finally found a force to rely on and had the resources to contend with the Man in Black and the King.

In the days that followed, Mo Yan and others actively participated in various preparatory work for the main force.

They provided the generals with intelligence about the man in black and the king, and offered their own plans and strategies.

After learning the truth, the main force was greatly encouraged, and the soldiers were eager to completely eradicate the forces of the man in black and the king.

Finally, on a dark and stormy night, the main force launched a general offensive against the capital.

Mo Yan and others also went to war with the army. They carried weapons and took the lead, charging ahead of the troops.

In the capital, the men in black and the king's army put up a fierce resistance, but they were ultimately unable to withstand the onslaught of the main force.

After a fierce battle, the main force finally breached the walls of the capital, completely crushing the forces of the man in black and the king.

After the battle, Mo Yan and the others found the king hiding in the palace.

At this moment, he had lost his former prestige and arrogance, leaving only fear and despair on his face.

He was brought before the main force and put to trial by the people.

The people felt immense indignation and contempt for the king's crimes.

They shouted that the king should pay for his crimes.

Amidst the people's wrath, the king was finally executed, ending his wicked life.

The men in black were also captured, and their leader was taken prisoner and executed.

This battle completely ended the rule of the Man in Black and the King over the country, and the people regained their freedom and happiness.

The night was deep, and the starlight was dim.

On the desolate plains, Mo Yan and his companions rode their weary horses, struggling to move forward.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat and mud, their faces were covered with dust and scars, but their eyes shone with a firm and stubborn light.

"How long have we been walking?" Zhang Yingying asked, panting, her voice hoarse. (End of Chapter)