Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

"Tell Uncle San that he will personally lead people over to destroy them."

"I'll give you some vent for your anger!"

"You dare to touch my nephew, you are really looking for death."

Looking at Zhu Gang's angry face, he just felt funny. His third uncle was truly a true movie star.

"No need, Uncle San. I can handle it myself."

"Oh! Xiongying, you've had such a big incident here, and as your uncle I failed to take good care of you, so let your uncle do something for you."

"No need! Uncle San, I'm grown up now and can handle things on my own."

"I can handle it!"

"Xiongying, don't you believe in your uncle?"

Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Xiongying quietly.

Zhu Xiongying smiled and said, "Uncle San! To be honest, I really don't believe you."

Zhu Gang's face darkened and he stared at Zhu Xiongying.

"Nephew, what do you mean by that? Uncle San is doing this for your own good!"

"Means nothing!"

"That's what it means!"

Zhu Xiongying spread his hands and said.

"Do you think your uncle will harm you?"

"How can it be!"

"How could Third Uncle possibly harm me!"

"That's it!"

"I'm not your fourth uncle, don't worry!"

"Tell Uncle San, where is the White Lotus Sect's headquarters? Uncle San will lead the troops to destroy them."

Zhu Xiongying shook his head: "Uncle San! I can handle it myself!"

"Yao Ying!"

"You are still young and inexperienced. You have no idea how cunning those White Lotus bastards are."

"Uncle San is worried that you are no match for them!"

"Let Uncle San come in person!"

"Uncle San, you are so eager to know their hideout, do you want to kill them to silence them?"

Zhu Gang was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"Are you doubting me?"

"Uncle San, don't get excited. I was just saying it casually. Why are you so excited?"

Zhu Gang realized that he was a little excited just now and almost confessed. At the same time, he was secretly surprised at how powerful Zhu Xiongying was.

Just a few words can almost expose your true identity.

"Uncle San is just trying to vent your anger for you!"

"Come and tell Uncle San!"

"Uncle San, let me handle it!"

Hearing Zhu Xiongying's words, Zhu Gang took a few steps back and stared at Zhu Xiongying closely.

"So, you still don't want to believe Uncle San?"

“I just want to figure it out on my own.”

"Ha ha……"

"Xiong Ying, Xiong Ying! You are really stubborn!"

"Uncle San, do you really want to know?"

Zhu Xiongying stared at Zhu Gang closely.

"Xiong Ying! Uncle San will ask you one last time, will you tell me or not?"

"What? If I don't tell you, do you want to kill me?"

Zhu Gang sneered: "Xiongying! Third uncle has done his best."

"Since you won't tell me, you can't blame me."

"If you go to Hades, don't blame your Third Uncle for being cruel. If you want to blame someone, blame your Royal Grandfather for being too partial."

While Zhu Gang was speaking, the officers and soldiers under his command had already placed their hands on the hilts of their swords, ready to rush over and hack Zhu Xiongying to death with their swords as soon as Zhu Gang gave the order.

Zhu Xiongying naturally saw the whole scene, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Zhu Xiongying stared at Zhu Gang with interest: "Third Uncle, why are you the same as Fourth Uncle?"

“That’s all the talk!”

"Ha! Although your fourth uncle and I have been at odds since childhood, in a sense, we are on the same side."

"Uncle San! With Father and Grandfather Emperor here, you won't succeed!"

"Of course I know this, and my father won't say anything more. My elder brother is indeed amazing."

"The whole court is waiting for him to take the throne, but what if they are gone?"

"Who is still my opponent?"

Zhu Gang said confidently.

"Uncle San, don't forget, even if the two of them are gone, there is still Uncle Er."

"Even if it's not Second Uncle, there's still Yunxun. It won't be your turn anyway."

Hearing this, a strange look flashed across Zhu Gang's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Yes! You are right!"

"But do you think they are my match?"

"My second brother has never been favored by our father since he was young. Yun Hun is just a child, so it's easy to deal with him."

"You're dead! No one in the third generation can match me."

"Xiong Ying! If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being born into a royal family. If we were both from ordinary families, maybe our relationship would be good."

"But there is no way. It is fate that makes people play tricks on me. I don't want to bear the stigma of harming my eldest nephew."

"As long as you tell me the location of the White Lotus Cult's headquarters, I can save you some pain."

Zhu Xiongying smiled and said, "Third Uncle, you have been colluding with the White Lotus Sect for so long, but you don't even know where their headquarters is."

"Isn't this a bit unreasonable?"

"You don't have to provoke me. The White Lotus has always been cautious. It's normal that I don't know."

"As long as you tell me, I can let you go without pain. I will have people go to pay tribute to you every year on your memorial day."

"This is your last chance. Don't think that these people behind you can be my opponents."

"I brought a thousand men with me this time. They are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles, and they are also the most elite troops under my command."

"Ha ha……"

"You brought so many people to deal with me. Uncle San really thinks highly of me!"

"I can't help it! You, the Crown Prince, are really amazing."

"How can I take you down without making a big bet?"

Zhu Gang said calmly.

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense!"

"This is my last chance. If I do it here, no one will know it was me."

"If I die in your territory, how will you explain to Grandpa Huang?"

Zhu Gang smiled disdainfully: "I will take your body to Yingtian to plead guilty."

"The matter is done. At most I will be scolded, at worst I will be beaten and have my salary fined."

"Father, you can't kill me, right?"

What Zhu Gang said was right. Given Zhu Yuanzhang's personality, he would not do anything to Zhu Gang.

At most they would just beat him up and scold him, or at worst they would deduct some of his salary.

He will not be stripped of his title, nor will he be killed.

"You have a point!"

Zhu Xiongying said with a relaxed expression, showing no fear or timidity at all. "Go ahead!"

"Where is their headquarters?"

Zhu Gang stared at Zhu Xiongying.

"Want to know?"

"Say it!"

"Actually, I don't know either!"

Zhu Gang was furious when he heard this: "How dare you play tricks on me?"

"I really do not know!"

"Why doesn't anyone believe the truth these days?"

"Bastard!"

"kill him!"

Zhu Gang was furious. He waved his hand and the soldiers behind him immediately rushed towards Zhu Xiongying and his men.

The bad guys behind Zhu Xiongying immediately went forward.

For a moment, there was the flash of swords and the flying of moon membranes!

The officers and soldiers, dressed in heavy armor and holding spears and swords, walked with steady and powerful steps, obviously well-trained.

Although they are numerous, they dare not slack off in the face of a group of well-trained and skilled opponents like the Bad People.

With an order, the two sides quickly intertwined and started a fierce close combat.

At the beginning of the battle, several bad guys broke into the ranks of officers and soldiers at an astonishing speed, like cheetahs hunting, and targeted weak points.

Their movements were swift and precise, and every attack was aimed directly at the vital points, aiming to kill with one blow.

The officers and soldiers were not to be outdone. Relying on their numerical advantage, they quickly formed an encirclement and tried to defeat the bad guys one by one.

A bad guy suddenly jumped up, and the sword in his hand turned into a silver lightning, and went straight to the head of an officer.

The soldier reacted very quickly and raised his spear to block. There was a loud "clang" sound, sparks flew, and the spear was actually cut off by the sword.

However, just as the soldier was stunned, the bad guy took advantage of the situation and kicked him to the ground, then swung his sword and ended his life.

On the other side, several officers and soldiers joined forces to besiege a bad guy, using spears, swords and knives in a fierce attack.

But the bad guy was at ease. He was nimble and moved freely among the soldiers' siege like a fish, sometimes dodging, sometimes counterattacking. Every move he made was just right, making it difficult for the soldiers to get close to him.

The night was like a thick curtain, tightly wrapping the starlight in the sky. Only a few faint lights remained, struggling among the clouds, casting mottled shadows on this thrilling battle.

The air was filled with tension and anxiety, as if even the wind was holding its breath, waiting for that moment of explosion.

The bad guys suddenly jumped out like cheetahs in the dark night. Their figures appeared and disappeared like ghosts in the interweaving of moonlight and torches.

There was determination and coldness in their eyes, and every time they swung their swords, it seemed as if they were challenging fate.

The officers and soldiers were not to be outdone. They were dressed in heavy armor and marched steadily, like moving fortresses.

Spears and swords drew silver tracks in the night sky, interweaving into a web of death, attempting to catch all the bad guys in one fell swoop.

But are bad people so easily restrained?
They were nimble and moved freely among the soldiers like fish, and every dodge seemed so calm and unhurried.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of weapons clashing came one after another, like dense raindrops hitting metal, making a deafening sound.

Sparks flew, illuminating everything around and reflecting the ferocious faces of the soldiers.

They roared and growled, as if they wanted to pour out all their anger and strength on the battlefield.

The battle has entered a white-hot stage, and the contest between the bad guys and the officers and soldiers has reached its limit.

Relying on their superb martial arts and tacit cooperation, the bad guys repeatedly broke through the officers' and soldiers' defenses and dealt them fatal blows.

The officers and soldiers relied on their numerical advantage and solid defense to tenaciously resist the attacks of the bad guys.

On this battlefield, there are no absolute winners or absolute losers.

There is only a contest between life and death, only a collision of faith and will.

Although the bad guys are brave, their physical strength and endurance are gradually depleted;

Although the officers and soldiers were numerous, their morale and fighting spirit were constantly being weakened.

The battle was still going on, people kept falling down, screams were heard one after another, resounding throughout the sky, like the cries of demons coming from hell.

The bad guys are truly killing machines. Every move they make is life-threatening and every time they strike, blood is shed.

The bright red blood flowed along the spears and swords, staining the black armor and emitting a seductive and bloodthirsty smell in the night.

The blood spread in the darkness, dyeing a large area of ​​land red.

The casualties among officers and soldiers were increasing, and the smell of blood filled the entire street.

The morale of the officers and soldiers was getting lower and lower. They could no longer stop the bad guys from moving forward because they were already exhausted, while the bad guys still maintained high combat effectiveness.

The officers and soldiers' eyes became increasingly blurred, and their pupils were filled with bloodshot.

After all, they are ordinary people, and their physical strength will gradually decrease with consumption.

But the officers and soldiers' willpower remained very strong, and they gritted their teeth and persevered.

They all knew in their hearts that they could not retreat.

If you step back, it means failure!
Given the current situation, if they retreat, only death will await them.

"kill!"

A bad guy rushed over with a roar, waving the ring-handled sword in his hand.

The knife flashed, the blade was sharp, and with a whistling sound, it slashed towards the soldier.

However, the soldier also fought desperately, and he raised his sword to block.

"boom!"

A muffled sound was heard, and the officers and soldiers only felt their arms numb and their knuckles cracked, and they almost couldn't hold the ring-handled sword.

The officers and soldiers only felt the blood churning in their chests, a sweetness in their throats, and they spat out a mouthful of blood when they opened their mouths. Their faces suddenly turned paler.

However, he still gritted his teeth and persisted, continuing to swing his sword.

His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were filled with determination.

"Pfft!"

The ring-handled sword hit the officer's body again, cutting his waist in half.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, spraying half of his shoulder, leaving a string of blood beads in the air, dripping down.

There was a deep look of disbelief in the officers' and soldiers' pupils, and a hint of confusion in their eyes.

The Bad People fought extremely fiercely. Although there were only a few dozen of them, they were still able to crush more than a thousand officers and soldiers.

They are like a steel torrent, unstoppable.

The officers and soldiers were already caught in a bitter battle and were on the verge of being wiped out.

"Your Highness, the enemy is too strong. I'm afraid we are no match for them."

The generals under his command looked at the situation with a serious expression.

Zhu Gang naturally knew that his military talent was not bad, but rather quite high.

"Everyone knows that the bad guys under him are powerful, but I didn't expect them to be so powerful."

"Your Highness, please withdraw first. I will hold on first."

Zhu Gang nodded: "Okay! You guys hold on first, I'll go to the camp to mobilize heavy troops, I don't believe that we can't destroy them."

Having said that, he turned his horse around and galloped away.

Zhu Gang wanted to run away, but Zhu Xiongying had already seen this scene. He had been paying attention to Zhu Gang's every move.

He turned his head and glanced at Yuan Tiangang, who immediately understood what he meant and disappeared on the spot in a flash.

The next second, he appeared not far in front of Zhu Gang. Seeing Yuan Tiangang's sudden appearance, Zhu Gang was obviously stunned.

But he quickly came to his senses, revealed a cruel smile, and sped up, trying to hit Yuan Tiangang to death.

The horse under his crotch was whipped hard by Zhu Gang's whip and immediately galloped towards Yuan Tiangang.

"go to hell!"

Zhu Gang screamed wildly!

Just as they were about to collide, Yuan Tiangang flashed again and appeared behind Zhu Gang the next second. He lightly landed his toes on the horse's back and stood with his hands behind his back.

Zhu Gang was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. This speed was too fast. In just a moment, he appeared behind him.

This speed is astonishingly fast!
(End of this chapter)