The Proof of the Heavens Begins with The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Chapter 62 The dust has settled
Temujin is dead!
This may not be a big deal for those powerful people in the Jin Dynasty and Southern Song Dynasty who were living a life of luxury.

Only Fang Hao knows the significance of this person’s death!

This means that the wolf pack on the grassland has lost its most terrifying leader.

After the loss of Temujin, the unification of the Mongolian tribes would have to be postponed for at least ten years, which was very valuable to Fang Hao.

Just when Fang Hao took advantage of the chaos to kill Temujin, Wanyan Honglie, Jamukha and others looked at Ogedei who had fallen to the ground with serious injuries with serious expressions, without saying a word.

"Zamukha, Sangkun, you are treacherous. When my father Khan returns and gathers his troops, you will be killed!" After saying this in hatred, Ogedei fainted completely.

Blood continued to flow from the wounds on his body, and Ogedei knew very well that he was about to die!
But as long as my father Khan is still alive, I will definitely avenge him!

"Zamukha, Sangkun, what's going on? You have tens of thousands of cavalrymen, but you can't even capture Temujin. You are such useless people!" Wanyan Hongxi said angrily.

Jamukha and Sangkun could only kneel on the ground. There was some uneasiness and fear in Sangkun's eyes. After all, the identities of Wanyan Hongxi brothers, princes of the upper kingdom, were still very misleading.

But Jamukha did not take it seriously. He lowered his head with a defiant look on his face.

In the battle to encircle Temujin, he discovered that these Jin cavalrymen were strong on the outside but weak on the inside. They were far inferior to the warriors on the grasslands and were simply a mob!
At this moment, an unspeakable ambition continued to grow in Jamukha's heart, and he began to understand Temujin's thoughts.

If one day he could unify all the tribes on the grassland, would the high and mighty Celestial Empire also be destroyed by the iron cavalry under his command?
"Third brother, don't blame Commander Sangkun at this time. The right thing to do is to capture Temujin." Wanyan Honglie said.

Temujin was not dead, which was the worst news for Wanyan Honglie. After all, it was he who advocated the killing of Temujin.

At this time, Jamukha shook his head and said, "I know my sworn brother very well. If we can't catch him this time, we will have no choice but to fight."

Fortunately, this battle was not without gain. Three great generals, Borchu, Borchu and Chilaowen, all died on the battlefield, which was also a huge blow to Temujin's strength.

"What are you afraid of! As long as you and I join forces, Temujin will be defeated sooner or later." Sangkun said with a smile.

"Report!"

At this time, a Mongolian scout came to the central army tent and hurriedly said: "Report to the Khan, urgent military information, Temujin is dead, his sons Jochi, Chagatai and others, under the protection of the general Muqali, slowly retreated."

"What? Say it again!" Jamukha said overjoyed.

"Temujin... is dead!" the scout announced loudly.

"Very good, very good!" Sangkun said, "Once Temujin is dead, Jochi and his men will be vulnerable. My two princes, let me lead my troops and capture them all!"

"Okay, then it depends on Commander Sangkun's ability!" Wanyan Hongxi also said happily.

Only Wanyan Honglie remained calm and said, "Let me ask you, Temujin is dead, but did you see it with your own eyes?"

The scout did not dare to lie and only said that he saw Mu Huali carrying a body that was suspected to be Temujin's and returning to the camp.

"Go investigate further!" Wanyan Honglie continued.

It’s not that Wanyan Honglie was cautious, but he just couldn’t understand why Temujin, who had already fought his way out of the siege, would die so easily.

He would never have imagined in his dreams that Temujin was killed by a stray arrow shot secretly by Fang Hao.

This night on the grassland was truly thrilling.

At night, Wanyan Honglie also lay down in his tent, hoping that Sangkun could completely defeat Temujin's army. "If Temujin really dies, then we can support Sangkun, a man with great ambitions but little talent, to succeed Wang Han and fight against Jamukha. Only in this way can we protect our Great Jin Kingdom and make it as stable as Mount Tai."

While Wanyan Honglie was constantly plotting in his mind, he had no idea that Fang Hao had sneaked into his tent without him noticing and was sitting on his throne.

"Wanyan Honglie, how about this great gift I'm giving you?" Fang Hao's voice clearly reached Wanyan Honglie's ears.

"Who is it?" Wanyan Honglie suddenly realized and was about to call for help.

Fang Hao flicked his fingers and directly pressed the acupoint on his body, making him unable to move for a moment.

At this time, Wanyan Honglie calmed down and looked at Fang Hao sitting on the main seat. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes and he said, "It turned out to be Brother Fang! But I really don't understand what Brother Fang meant."

"What do you mean? Do you think Sangkun and his men can kill Temujin?" Fang Hao could hardly hide the sarcasm in his words.

"You mean..." Wanyan Honglie suddenly realized, "So it was you who killed Temujin!"

Fang Hao did not admit it, nor did he deny it. Instead, he said, "You gave me a ride, and I gave you a gift. From now on, we owe each other nothing. So next time we meet, if you and I are enemies, I will not hesitate to... kill you!"

When Wanyan Honglie heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat, because he sensed the murderous intent in Fang Hao's words, and it was obviously not an exaggeration.

After saying this, Fang Hao disappeared directly into Wanyan Honglie's tent.

"There is such a master in the Dajiang League. I must hurry and recruit the one on Baituo Mountain!" Wanyan Honglie thought to himself.

At the same time, Fang Hao rode his horse at full speed and set off on his journey home.

This time, the reason why he did not kill Wanyan Honglie was that he hoped Wanyan Honglie could continue to contain the Mongolian tribes and make them fight on their own.

After Temujin's death, there was no need for him to stay in the Mongolian desert any longer.

"After Guo Jing turns eighteen, he will eventually go to Zuixianlou for his appointment. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan will also go with him, so there will always be a chance to recruit them."

The Mongolian issue is over. Fang Hao has bought at least ten years of development time for the Southern Song Dynasty. It is time for him to find a way to do his own thing.

"The Dajiang League has been put on the right track. If it wants to continue to develop, it must either go west or north."

If they go west, they will face the Beggars' Sect, which is now known as the largest gang in the world. After all, the headquarters of the Beggars' Sect is located on Junshan Island on Dongting Lake.

Heading north, they faced the Yellow River Gang, whose leader was known as "Ghost Gate Dragon King" Sha Tongtian, who was also a top-notch master in the martial arts world.

But compared to the Beggars' Sect led by the "Beggar of the North" Hong Qigong, it is much easier to bully.

"The Dajiang League wants to become the largest gang in the world. My martial arts skills are not enough to suppress all disobedience. I have to find a way to get through the 'Nine Yang Extremes'."

After mastering the four volumes of Nine Yang Divine Art, the Nine Yang True Qi in Fang Hao's body is endless and endless. His martial arts are unfathomable, enough to be ranked alongside the five greatest masters in the world.

However, he couldn't subdue the others like Wang Chongyang did back then.

Therefore, the improvement of cultivation is also an issue that Fang Hao needs to focus on.

Fang Hao knows very well that his own martial arts strength is the foundation. Only by mastering the unrivaled martial arts can he run rampant and be respected in the world!
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