Battle for Northern Frontier: The game begins with the grassland woman buying him.

The two royal guards who rushed forward didn't even see the trajectory of the blade; they only felt a chill on their throats before they were plunged back into darkness.

"Stop him! Kill him now!" Huyan Zhuo's roar was distorted with shock and anger. He had witnessed Su Zhan's inhuman speed and ruthless swordsmanship firsthand, and a chill gripped the heart of this grassland warlord for the first time.

His last three personal guards moved. These three were completely different from the guards outside the golden tent. Their auras were as deep and profound as an abyss, and their eyes were as sharp as an eagle. They were truly top experts of the grasslands.

One person wielded twin curved swords, their blades gleaming like the silver moon; another held a long, heavy axe, its power immense, carrying the sharpness to split mountains and shatter rocks; and the last person moved erratically, his hands hidden in his sleeves, clearly skilled in unpredictable tactics.

Su Zhan's eyes flashed with a cold light, showing no intention of retreating. Facing the double-bladed attack, he retreated instead of advancing, and then advanced instead of retreating, sliding along the ground in a strange low posture. His poisoned blade, like a venomous snake, stabbed straight at the lower body of the double-bladed guard, forcing the opponent to withdraw his attack and defend.

At that moment, another guard brought down his heavy axe with a dull whistling motion.

Su Zhan suddenly pushed off the steps with the tip of his blade, leaping up and narrowly avoiding the axe wind.

The poisoned blade slashed across the axe handle, leaving a dark blue mark.

The guard wielding the axe felt a sudden numbness in his palm, and a strong sense of alarm arose in his heart.

But it was too late; the poison had already quietly entered his body.

The third guard flashed a cold light from his sleeve, and several black stars silently shot towards Su Zhan's face.

This was also a poisoned hidden weapon.

Su Zhanren, finding no foothold in mid-air, suddenly took a deep breath, his body abruptly halting in mid-air, his poisoned blade flashing with an impenetrable light and shadow.

With a series of soft clanging sounds, the hidden weapons were all knocked away.

However, this momentary delay gave the guard wielding twin swords an opportunity. He roared, and his twin swords swept in again like a storm, blocking all of Su Zhan's escape routes.

The heavy-axe guard, as if pressing his palms down, roared and swung his axe again, trying to cut Su Zhan in half at the waist.

But all of this seemed to have no effect, as Su Zhan dodged them all.

On the high platform, Hu Yanzhuo watched as two experts were tightly entangled by Su Zhan. After calming down a bit, a cruel smile reappeared on his face.

He was about to step down and order more guards to rush up and kill Su Zhan when, at this critical moment, three mournful horn cries suddenly rang out from behind the golden tent at the heart of the royal court with an eerie rhythm. The sound was earth-shattering, as if the sky was about to collapse.

Immediately afterwards, an even louder and more violent explosion came from the direction of the Golden Horde.

This explosion was far more powerful than the previous one involving the medicine box. The ground trembled, and the dazzling flames instantly illuminated the area around the golden tent as if it were daytime. Thick smoke and flames shot into the sky, and the tent roof could be vaguely seen being blown off, with fragments flying everywhere.

"It's exploded! The Golden Horde has been blown up!" Terrified screams spread, and the entire viewing area and venue were thrown into chaos.

The Golden Tent was a symbol of grassland royal power and the core of Huyan Zhuo's power. The psychological impact of its explosion far surpassed any external disturbance.

The sinister smile that had just appeared on Huyan Zhuo's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless rage.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the golden tent, his mind racing.

The two top guards who were besieging Su Zhan were also shaken by the earth-shattering explosion.

This wavering is the fatal flaw.

Su Zhan had been waiting for this moment. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he unleashed all his power without reservation.

Ignoring the heavy axe sweeping across his waist and the twin blades lashing out, he twisted his body in an extremely unusual way, pushing his speed to the limit, like a bolt of lightning. Completely disregarding the deadly attack from his side, he poured all his strength into the short sword in his hand, becoming one with the blade, and charged straight at Huyan Zhuo.

At this moment, Huyan Zhuo's unguarded throat was exposed to the short knife.

The dagger's eerie blue light, set against the chaotic firelight, appeared exceptionally alluring, immediately startling the dual-wielding guard, who screamed, "Your Highness, be careful!"

But it was too late to save them.

The guards of the Tiger Guard were also distracted by the explosion of the golden tent, and the numbness in their palms affected their strength. Their axe strikes were a beat slower, and they were powerless to stop Su Zhan.

At that moment, everyone's hearts were in their throats; they knew something terrible might be about to happen.

With a soft "plop," it was so fragile that it was almost inaudible amidst the deafening aftershocks of the explosion and the clamor of voices.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Hu Yanzhuo's face froze instantly, his expression a mixture of rage, horror, and disbelief.

He instinctively covered his neck, warm blood trickling from between his fingers, quickly staining his wolfskin cloak.

Su Zhan's knife tip had precisely severed his throat and blood vessels.

He opened his mouth, but could only let out a weak "heh." The light in his eyes quickly faded, his tall body swayed, and with a hint of resentment, he suddenly kicked backward, slamming heavily onto the cold stone floor.

The once-powerful and ruthless ruler, Huyan Zhuo, the Left Wise King of the grasslands, met his end.

Without even glancing at the fallen Hu Yanzhuo, Su Zhan leaped off the edge of the platform before the other two guards, the one with the hidden weapon in his sleeve, could pounce on him with a mixture of surprise and delight.

The three guards then let out a heart-wrenching scream, before frantically rushing towards the direction where Su Zhe had fallen and towards Hu Yanzhuo's corpse.

"An assassin has killed the prince! Capture him!"

The entire royal court was in complete chaos, like a hornet's nest that had been stirred up. Fear and rage swept over everyone.

The bombing of the Golden Tent and the assassination of the Left Wise King were utterly devastating.

Chaos, unprecedented chaos, descended.

The nobles on the viewing platform cried and wailed.

The guards were running around like headless flies, trying to put out fires, catch assassins, and maintain order. Their orders were conflicting, and no one could control anyone else.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the slave camp in the Wild Chicken Neck Cave also took the opportunity to riot, and the entire royal court was engulfed in chaos.

Su Zhan's figure was like a ghost blending into the night. After dodging the chaotic crowd and the collapsed tents, he moved forward rapidly, precisely avoiding several soldiers who were blindly searching. He sped towards the pre-arranged direction, each step very steady and solid. In any case, the mission was finally completed.

"My lord, over here!"

A deliberately lowered voice rang out from the shadows. It was a suicide soldier who had come to meet him, along with two other people beside him. They were all injured, but their eyes were unusually firm.

Su Zhan slipped into the shadows and asked rapidly, "Where are the others?"

The man said, "Everyone is now retreating southwest, creating chaos along the way. The reinforcements are ready. Sir, let's go quickly."

Su Zhan nodded, and the group followed without hesitation into the night and the distance.

The greater chaos dissipated quickly across the vast grassland, like water being poured into a pool.

Behind them, the Naadam festival, which was originally filled with laughter and joy, had now turned into a living hell.

The sky over the grassland has broken; night is about to begin.