Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

On the city wall, the veteran soldiers of the Mountain-Shaking Army, who were peeking out, clung tightly to the battlements, their knuckles turning white.

They couldn't hear the specific conversation below.

But they saw Yuwen Biao's smug, triumphant face, as if he had just survived a disaster.

They also saw Meng Hu raise his knife high, only to have it forcefully stopped.

Suppressed growls spread among the veterans.

Meng Hu's heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, tightening little by little, before sinking into a cold abyss.

Why did he and these three thousand veterans endure humiliation and hardship to break through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

It was all for this day, to personally slay this scoundrel and console the spirits of tens of thousands of brothers who died tragically.

If Lin Mo really wants to spare this dog's life...

Those old geezers who are barely surviving will probably die with their eyes open!

Lin Mo seemed to sense Meng Hu's resentment and pain.

He released his grip on Meng Hu's wrist and instead gently patted his shoulder.

"Master Meng, don't worry."

After saying that, Lin Mo slowly squatted down in front of Yuwen Biao, his gaze level with Yuwen Biao's.

Looking at the young man so close to him, Yuwen Biao immediately forced out that obsequious, distorted smile again.

"Young master is wise! Young master is truly wise!"

He couldn't wait to reiterate his stance, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"Don't worry, young master. As long as you heal me and treat me to good food and drink, I promise! I'll cooperate with anything!"

"Whatever you want to know, whatever you want, I, Yuwen Biao, will give it all to you!"

"Oh?"

Lin Mo looked at him with great interest. "Anything is fine?"

"Anything is fine!"

Yuwen Biao spoke with absolute certainty, as if afraid Lin Mo wouldn't believe him.

To save his life, he'd rather not reveal secrets than tell anyone, even the color of the Third Prince's underwear!

"Um."

Lin Mo nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer.

Then, he stood up.

Under Yuwen Biao's expectant gaze, and under the puzzled looks of Meng Hu and Qin Ruxue.

Lin Mo reached out and drew the sword from Meng Hu's hand.

He picked up the knife and casually weighed it in his hand.

Then, with a swing of his arm, he chopped down on Yuwen Biao's fat neck!

This strike was swift and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation.

"Wait a moment!"

Yuwen Biao's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and his survival instinct made him let out a piercing squeal.

Lin Mo paused, and the blade stopped just in front of Yuwen Biao's Adam's apple.

The sharp blade had already cut through the oily skin on his neck, and a thin line of blood slowly seeped out.

Lin Mo frowned, his face full of impatience.

"What's wrong now?"

Yuwen Biao stared in terror at the knife hanging over his neck, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"What...what are you doing?"

His voice became sharp and shrill with fear, completely devoid of his previous composure.

He didn't understand what Lin Mo was trying to do.

Lin Mo looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"What are you doing?"

"Can't you tell?"

Lin Mo brandished the steel knife in his hand.

"I'll kill you."

These three words were uttered lightly from Lin Mo's lips.

But to Yuwen Biao, it was no less than a thunderclap from the heavens.

He was completely stunned, and it took him a full three seconds for his brain to freeze before he came to his senses.

Kill me?

Why did you kill me?!

Didn't he just stop me from killing him?

Now I have to do it myself again!?

What kind of logic is that?!

"You...you can't kill me!!"

Yuwen Biao's rationality was on the verge of collapse, but he had a brief moment of lucidity before it finally broke down.

He used all his strength, speaking so fast it sounded like he was reciting a tongue twister.

"You went through all that trouble to capture me alive, wasn't it all for what's in my head?"

"I know! I know many secrets!"

"I know the entire troop deployment map of the Northern Frontier, which generals under the Third Prince can be bribed, and which are his die-hard loyalists!"

"Money! I still have money!"

"I have a large sum of gold stored away in a secret room in the Prince's mansion, not yet recorded! It's enough for you to raise another army of ten thousand!"

He was like a drowning man, frantically throwing out his last straws for salvation.

The voice became increasingly shrill due to excitement and fear.

"Aren't you rebelling? I can help you!"

"I, Yuwen Biao, have cultivated connections in the Northern Territory for many years, and my influence is vast. I can help you win over the garrison commander of the Central Continent. We can cooperate, as long as we join forces..."

Lin Mo listened quietly, even nodding in agreement.

This gave Yuwen Biao a glimmer of hope; he felt that the other party had been persuaded.

"Yes! Yes! I'm very useful!"

"Keeping me alive is a hundred times more valuable than killing me! We can..."

"Excuse me."

Lin Mo suddenly spoke.

Yuwen Biao's grand plans came to an abrupt end. He looked nervously at Lin Mo, awaiting his fate.

Lin Mo held the knife in his hand, scratched his chin with his other hand, and looked genuinely confused.

"You seem to have... misunderstood something."

Yuwen Biao's expression froze, and he looked at Lin Mo with a puzzled expression.

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

"I had my wife keep you alive and drag you back, not to cooperate with you."

Lin Mo paused, then bent down.

"I asked my wife to spare your life solely so that I could... kill you with my own hands."

"What!?"

"Why! Why!?"

Yuwen Biao didn't understand.

He went to great lengths to save his own life, only to kill himself with his own hands in the end?

Why bother?

Why bother?

Why?

Lin Mo smiled, leaned close to his ear, and whispered the answer.

"Because killing you with my own hands... the benefits are greater."

Yuwen Biao's pupils dilated to their maximum size in that instant.

He didn't understand what "welfare" meant.

But he understood the indifference on Lin Mo's face.

He wanted to say something more.

But the opportunity is gone.

Lin Mo had already stood up and raised the knife in his hand again.

The gleaming blade reflected a blinding light in the sunlight.

Start.

The knife fell.

"Pfft—!"

A huge head shot into the sky, spurting blood as it traced an arc in the air.

Finally, with a "thud," it crashed to the ground.

The round head rolled around a few times on the gravelly ground before finally coming to rest at Meng Hu's feet.

Those slit-like eyes were still wide open, frozen in the shock and bewilderment before death.

The headless corpse twitched a few times in place, and then fell silent.

It was at the very moment Yuwen Biao's head fell to the ground.

A series of pleasant notification sounds flooded into Lin Mo's mind like a tidal wave.

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully killed a key figure: Prince Zhenbei, Yuwen Biao!]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 500000 Hegemony Points!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a special achievement: King of the North!]

[King in the North: Your prestige in the North is unparalleled; all powers in the North will implicitly hold you in awe.]

[The "Map of Mountains and Rivers" is unlocking kill rewards for you...]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a special blueprint: Thunderclap Bomb!]

I'm interested in achievements and blueprints?

He originally thought he would only get Hegemony Points, but he didn't expect there would be additional rewards.

Lin Mo had an idea and quickly clicked on the glittering gold drawing.

【Thunderbolt】: A giant explosive that can be launched by a catapult. It is extremely powerful and can cause devastating damage to city walls and dense enemy forces. It is a powerful weapon for conquering cities and defending the country!

Good guy!

Isn't this just an ancient version of a thermobaric bomb?

Attacking a city, defending a city.

They are all powerful tools!

If we could mass-produce a few hundred of these...

Lin Mo's mind was instantly filled with the image of Gu Ling'er's adorable little face.

If these blueprints were given to that crazy little researcher...

She was so happy that she immediately performed a backflip and then locked herself in the workshop for three days and three nights.

She might even laugh so hard she'll snot bubbles!