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Gazing at the empty ground where Bi Xuan had vanished, marked only by scorched earth, and then at the spotless man in the blue robe, Jieli Khan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his limbs stiff and cold. All his ambitions and aspirations, all his quest for dominance over the grasslands, seemed so laughable and fragile in the face of absolute power and death.

Feeling a dryness in his throat, Khan Jieli opened his mouth but found no sound. His generals behind him fared even worse; some chattered, others' hands trembled so badly they almost dropped their swords. The chilling aura of the three thousand iron cavalry had vanished, replaced by a deathly silence of fear. The horses seemed to sense their master's emotions, stamping their feet restlessly but daring not to neigh.

"No...don't dare..."

Finally, Khan Jieli managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, completely devoid of his previous boldness and domineering presence. He forced a bow from his horse, adopting an extremely humble posture: "Sir... your supernatural powers are unparalleled, how could you possibly accept a mere mortal position? Just now... just now I was very rude, I hope you will forgive me! I... will lead my army away immediately, I would never dare to disturb your peace again!"

His only thought now was to leave this terrible place immediately and get as far away from this terrible person as possible! All talk of recruiting, testing, and saving face was worthless in the face of life and death.

Yi Huawei looked at Jieli's face, which was trying to remain calm but couldn't hide his panic, and didn't say much. He just nodded slightly, which was considered as tacit approval for his departure.

As if granted a pardon, Jieli immediately turned his horse around and whispered to the generals behind him, "Withdraw! The entire rear guard becomes the front guard, retreat back to the command tent! Quickly!"

Upon receiving the order, the Turkic cavalry immediately began to slowly turn. Although their movements remained disciplined, their spirit had vanished, making them resemble a flock of frightened birds eager to escape a beast's lair. The generals urged their men on, wanting only to leave this grassland, now shrouded in the shadow of death, as quickly as possible.

Shi Feixuan and Lian Rou both breathed a sigh of relief. Although Yi Huawei had displayed overwhelming strength, it would be best to avoid a direct confrontation with thousands of elite cavalry. Shi Feixuan was seriously injured and needed to recuperate; Lian Rou also did not want to see her master become utterly antagonistic with the entire Turkic Khaganate—that would affect her master's plans.

However, just as the Turkic army completed its turn and began to slowly accelerate, and as Khagan Jieli secretly rejoiced at escaping a calamity and his mind relaxed slightly—

Tuli Khan, who had been silently following behind Jieli, his eyes filled with a sinister glint, suddenly flashed with a ruthless and resolute light! He abruptly raised the jewel-encrusted scimitar in his hand and, with all his might, roared in a fierce voice in Turkic:

"Shoot the arrows! Kill him!! Avenge the Martial Venerable! Defend the honor of the Turks!!!"

The order came too suddenly, and not only were Khan Jieli and most of the generals and soldiers stunned, but even Shi Feixuan and Lian Rou were caught off guard!
The dozens of trusted guards around Tuli Khan, who had obviously received the hint beforehand or were already assassins, had already drawn their bows and nocked arrows almost the instant the order was given! Some archers on the periphery, who belonged to Tuli's tribe or had been secretly bribed by him, were also stirred by the slogans of "avenging the Martial Venerable" and "defending honor" after a brief moment of surprise, and subconsciously drew their bows to their fullest extent!
"Om-!"

"咻咻咻——!!"

The sound of bowstrings snapping and arrows piercing the air wasn't overwhelming, as only a few people reacted, but in the deathly silence and oppressive atmosphere, it still sounded particularly jarring and deadly!

At least two or three hundred wolf-tooth arrows, from different angles, rained down on Yi Huawei, who was still standing in the same spot!

"Tuli! You're insane!!"

Khan Jieli was filled with shock and rage. He turned around and roared, his face instantly turning ashen. He never imagined that his nephew would do something so crazy and foolish at this time! This was not only disobeying his orders, but also dragging the entire Turkic Khaganate into an abyss of no return!

But the arrow has already left the bow; it's too late to say anything!

"Owner!"

Lian Rou screamed and instinctively tried to rush forward, but was pulled back by Shi Feixuan beside her. Although Shi Feixuan was equally anxious, she knew better than anyone that rushing forward at this moment would not only be useless, but might also become a burden.

Faced with this sudden sneak attack, Yi Huawei gently raised his right hand and casually waved it towards the empty space in front of him.

The air in the space dozens of feet in front of Yi Huawei suddenly became viscous and sharp!
*Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!*
A series of incredibly dense, chilling sounds, like countless extremely thin and sharp blades slicing through the air at high speed, suddenly rang out!
The rain of arrows that shot towards Yi Huawei seemed to crash into an invisible wall composed of countless wind blades that were not visible to the naked eye the moment it entered a three-zhang radius in front of him!
The arrowheads made of fine iron, the tough wooden shafts, the feathers at the tail... everything was instantly reduced to the finest powder and debris!

Three hundred powerful arrows vanished into thin air before everyone's eyes, turning into a flurry of ironwood dust, which was then scattered by the ensuing gale and disappeared without a trace!

This bizarre and terrifying scene made all the Turks who witnessed it, including the Khan Tuli who gave the order, feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their blood seemed to freeze!
Yi Huawei did not lower his outstretched hand. His gaze swept indifferently over the Turkic cavalrymen who had just fired their arrows and whose faces still showed astonishment and a hint of ferocity, especially the leader, Tuli Khan, whose eyes were sinister.

"Stubborn."

He uttered four words softly, then gently clenched his five fingers towards the massive army formation in front of him, before flicking them outwards.

"call--!!!"

The earth seemed to resound with the furious roar of the wind god!

Centered on Yi Huawei, a semi-transparent, pale blue ring-shaped ripple, barely visible to the naked eye, spread rapidly in all directions like water ripples! Wherever the ripple passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and the withered grass, gravel, and even the surface frozen soil on the ground were instantly plowed and crushed!
Wind Blade - Circular Slash!

The pale blue circular ripples moved faster than anyone could imagine, almost instantly sweeping past the front row of Turkic cavalry, then the second row, the third row...

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"...

That was the sound of incredibly sharp wind blades precisely slicing into flesh, severing tendons, and shattering bones! Wherever the ripples swept, three thousand elite Turkic cavalry, along with their warhorses, froze in unison!

next moment--

"Ah—!!!" "My leg!!" "The horse! The horse fell down!!" "Thump!" "Boom!"

Screams, cries of alarm, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the mournful neighing of warhorses instantly filled the air, shattering the deathly silence of the grassland!
The three thousand once-mighty Turkic cavalrymen fell like harvested wheat fields, lying in droves!

Every cavalryman, officer or soldier, regardless of their position in the formation, had a deep, clean, and smooth circular incision at the ankles of both feet! The Achilles tendons were completely severed, and most of the shinbone was cut open! The intense pain and the instantaneous loss of support caused them to scream and fall from their horses!

Their warhorses were not spared either! Almost identical cuts appeared on the knee joints of the forelegs of all the warhorses! With broken tendons and bones, the warhorses neighed and their forelegs buckled, causing them to kneel down and roll to their sides, throwing their riders off and injuring many soldiers who fell to the ground!

Three thousand elite soldiers were thrown to the ground, their horses and men falling, all unable to stand or run! The once orderly military formation instantly transformed into a raging sea of ​​men and horses, filled with cries of agony! Blood gushed from countless wounds, quickly staining large swaths of frozen earth red, and a thick, pungent stench of blood filled the air!

As leaders, Jieli Khan and Tuli Khan were positioned further back in the formation and surrounded by numerous guards, yet they still could not escape. They too felt a sharp, cold pain in their ankles, then lost their footing, screaming as they fell to the ground from their expensive Arabian horses, their magnificent sable coats now stained with dust and blood.

Jieli Khan was thrown around in a daze, a piercing pain shooting through his ankle. He struggled to sit up and saw a scene that resembled hell before him—his proud elite royal cavalry, which had dominated the grasslands, had been completely wiped out in a single move by the enemy, all of them now lying on the ground, groaning in agony! Boundless fear and despair overwhelmed him. He looked in Yi Huawei's direction, his eyes unfocused, and only unconscious hoarse sounds came out of his mouth.

Tuli Khan fared even worse; he seemed to have hit a rock when he fell, his forehead split open, blood smearing his face. The excruciating pain in his ankle and the hellish scene before him finally snapped him out of his frenzied ambition and wishful thinking, replacing it with boundless regret and fear! What had he just done? He had actually ordered an attack on such a demonic being?! It was all over! He had not only killed himself, but he might also bring ruin to the entire tribe and even the Khanate!
Yi Huawei slowly lowered his hand, and the terrifying pale blue ripples had dissipated. He remained standing in the same spot, his blue robes fluttering, spotless, forming a stark contrast to the bloody and chaotic scene around him.

His gaze calmly swept over the Turkic cavalrymen rolling and howling on the ground, over the ashen-faced and dazed Jieli Khan, and finally landed on Tuli Khan, whose face was covered in blood and who was terrified.

"It seems you do not understand what reverence is."

Yi Huawei's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the screams and groans, reaching the ears of every Turk like a death sentence:

"I gave you a chance to leave. Since you chose to launch a sneak attack and continue to provoke us... then leave some consequences."

"I am sparing your lives today not out of mercy, but to let you return alive and tell everyone on the grasslands—those who offend me will be punished, no matter how far away they are. These legs are the price you pay for your foolish actions today. From now on, you and your followers should behave yourselves."

Yi Huawei didn't finish his sentence, but the chilling killing intent in his unfinished words made all the Turks who heard it, including Jieli and Tuli, shiver involuntarily, and even their wails were temporarily suppressed.

After saying that, Yi Huawei didn't look at them again, turned to Shi Feixuan and Lian Rou and said, "Let's go."

Shi Feixuan snapped out of her shock, nodded hurriedly, and, despite her injuries, followed Yi Huawei's pace. Lian Rou quickly helped Shi Feixuan up, and the three of them continued northward toward Yudujin Mountain, soon disappearing below the horizon.

All that remained behind was a devastated grassland, three thousand crippled and wailing Turkic elites, and two Khans whose minds had collapsed and whose futures were ruined.

………………

The nearest small herding camps belonging to the Jieli tribe quickly discovered this horrific "army." When the camp leaders arrived tremblingly with their able-bodied men, they were all terrified and collapsed to the ground upon seeing the hellish scene before them.

The once high and mighty, godlike Khagans Jieli and Tuli now lay like two stray dogs, mired in blood and dust, their eyes vacant and unresponsive to their surroundings. Their once mighty cavalry, representing the strongest force of the Turkic court and striking fear into the hearts of all the tribes of the steppe, were now nothing more than cripples crawling on the ground!

The news spread like wildfire across the plains, accompanied by eyewitnesses' incoherent yet terrified descriptions, rapidly spreading in all directions.

"Martial Venerable Bi Xuan... was struck by a finger from a Central Plains man, and then... he turned to ashes! A gust of wind blew, and nothing was left!"

"Khan... Jieli Khan and Tuli Khan, their Achilles tendons are all severed! It was that man... he waved his hand, and they all fell!"

"Three thousand warriors! All of them are crippled! They can't stand up! That man... he's not human! He's a demon! A demon god from the south!"

Bi Xuan, the Martial Venerable, was a legend of grassland martial arts and one of the pillars of the Turkic spirit. How could he be so easily wiped out? Two powerful Khans, along with their most elite royal cavalry, had their legs crippled by the enemy?
This was completely beyond their comprehension and capacity to bear, and fear spread rapidly across the grasslands. Initially, it was the tribes directly under the control of Jieli and Tuli, then the tribes that were on friendly terms with them, and finally, almost the entire southern steppe, as well as the well-informed city-states of the Western Regions and the Tiele and Uyghur tribes further north, all learned of this earth-shattering news.

Ordinary herders and lower-ranking warriors were gripped by immense panic and confusion. The fall of the Martial Venerable and the Khan's crushing defeat shook their ingrained beliefs about strength and authority. The mysterious image of the Central Plains "demon god" was repeatedly mentioned and exaggerated in countless nights in their yurts, gradually becoming associated with the world-destroying demons of ancient shamanistic legends. Many began burning incense and praying, begging that disaster would not befall their tribes.

After the initial shock and fear, the leaders and nobles of the smaller tribes began to scheme. The crippling of both Khagan Jieli and Khagan Tuli meant a devastating blow to the core military strength of the Turkic Khaganate, signifying the collapse of its central authority! The mountain that had been pressing down on them had suddenly crumbled, and a complex mix of ambition and greed began to spread. Some of the stronger tribes secretly began to coordinate, recalling their herdsmen grazing far away, taking stock of their troops and provisions, and simultaneously dispatching numerous scouts to gather intelligence on the strength of the royal court and the movements of other tribes. A tense atmosphere, like the calm before the storm, began to permeate the grasslands.

The city-states of the Western Regions, which relied on trade and whose economies were based on commerce, and their shrewd merchants, immediately sensed the impending upheaval. The strength of the Turks was a crucial guarantee for Silk Road trade; now, this pillar was crumbling, and future trade routes, taxation, and security became enormous uncertainties. Sogdian merchants began urgently assessing the risks to their assets, and some large caravans suspended their journeys to the Turkic strongholds to observe the situation. The rulers of some city-states secretly dispatched envoys, attempting to make contact with the Western Turkic leader, the Yabghu Khan, and even with potential powers in the more distant Central Plains, preparing for their escape routes.

Those steppe forces with whom Jieli had a grudge or who were suppressed secretly felt a sense of satisfaction and were eager to make a move. For a long time, the DTZ (especially Jieli) had severely oppressed the Tiele tribes, levying excessive taxes and conscripting soldiers. Now that Jieli had suffered such a great calamity, it was a golden opportunity to break free from control and even launch a counterattack. Yinan, the leader of the Xueyantuo tribe, immediately summoned his confidants after receiving confirmation and began secretly planning. (End of Chapter)