The imperial court is ceding territory from our northern border? Then we'll rebel!

Inside the wolf king's tent, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

The Wolf Khan, Ashina Kun, was pacing back and forth in agitation.

His face, dark and rough from years of exposure to the wind and sun, was filled with surprise and anger.

"What's going on? Where's Batu? Why haven't you dealt with that cavalry yet?" He roared at the guards outside the tent.

He had been here ever since Xiao Jingchen led the Xuanjia Heavy Cavalry to charge into the enemy formation, waiting for good news.

In his view, 10,000 cavalry charging his 400,000-strong army was tantamount to suicide.

He had even planned how to torture and kill the captured Xiao Jingchen to wash away the shame of being provoked.

But what he received was one bad news after another.

"Reporting, Khan! Our vanguard has been routed!"

"Report to the Khan! The enemy has breached the seventh line of defense!"

"Reporting to the Khan! The enemy... the enemy has already reached the outskirts of the royal tent!"

Ashina Kun could hardly believe his ears.

He dispatched his most elite wolf guard and his first warrior, Batu.

How could that be? They couldn't even stop a mere remnant of an army?

Just then, the tent flap was cleaved open from the outside by a single sword strike!

A figure covered in blood, resembling a demon god, walked in against the light.

The longsword in his hand, still dripping blood, was pointed straight at Ashina Kun on the throne.

"You are the Wolf Khan?"

The person who arrived was none other than Xiao Jingchen.

Ashina Kun's pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He looked at Xiao Jingchen in front of him, and then at his personal guards lying in pools of blood behind him.

A chill ran through him, rising from the depths of his heart.

He actually... really... single-handedly broke through his own camp!

"You...you are Xiao Jingchen?" Ashina Kun's voice trembled slightly.

"Looks like I've found the right place." Xiao Jingchen walked towards him step by step.

"Protect the king! Protect the king!" Ashina Kun cried out in terror. He scrambled off the throne and tried to run behind the tent.

However, it was too late.

Xiao Jingchen's figure appeared before him in an instant, like a ghost.

"Trying to run away?"

A cold voice rang in his ears.

Ashina Kun felt a blur before his eyes, and then his body was lifted up.

A large, iron-like hand gripped his neck tightly.

The feeling of suffocation made him struggle desperately, his legs kicking wildly in the air.

But all his strength seemed so insignificant in the face of that hand.

"Let...let me go..." he managed to squeeze out a few words from his throat.

Xiao Jing-chen ignored his pleas for mercy.

He carried Ashina Kun as if he were carrying a chick, step by step, out of the royal tent.

Outside the tent, the battle continued.

Lin Jingfeng's Xuanjia heavy cavalry was already surrounded by a wolf clan guard that outnumbered them several times over.

Each of them was fighting a bloody battle, but their formation had been compressed to the extreme and they could be overwhelmed at any moment.

When they saw Xiao Jingchen carrying the Wolf Khan out of the royal tent, everyone was stunned.

Immediately, a surge of joy welled up in their hearts.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

I don't know who was the first to shout it out.

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"Your Highness is mighty!"

The remaining heavy cavalrymen in black armor roared with all their might.

Their voices were filled with excitement and adoration.

The wolf guards who were besieging them were completely dumbfounded.

They stared blankly at the Khan, who was being held in Xiao Jingchen's hand and struggling like a dead dog.

Their Khan, the eagle of the grasslands, the son of the gods... was actually caught like a chick?

How...how is this possible?

"Stop it, all of you!"

Xiao Jingchen's voice, like thunder, resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

He raised Ashina Kun high, so that all the wolf soldiers could see their Khan's disheveled appearance.

"Your Khan is in my hands!"

"Now, lay down your weapons and kneel down to surrender!"

"Otherwise, I'll snap his neck right now!"

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

All the wolf soldiers stopped what they were doing and stared at the scene in disbelief.

Their faith collapsed at that moment.

"No...don't listen to him!" Ashina Kun roared with his last ounce of strength, "Warriors! Avenge me! Kill him! Kill..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Jingchen ruthlessly interrupted him.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking.

Xiao Jingchen exerted a slight force on his hand.

Ashina Kun's neck bent down at an odd angle.

The sparkle in his eyes vanished quickly.

Ashina Kun, the wolf khan and a powerful figure on the grasslands, is dead!

Xiao Jingchen casually tossed his corpse onto the ground.

Then, he walked to the huge wolf-head banner that represented the highest power of the wolf clan and raised his longsword.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of sword light.

The wolf-head banner that had flown over the grasslands for over a century, striking fear into the hearts of countless tribes, snapped in two!

The flagpole fell down.

The enormous wolf-head banner fell into the dust.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Every wolf soldier who witnessed this scene felt as if their heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Their king is dead.

Their flag fell.

Their world has collapsed.

"The Khan...is he dead?"

"The wolf flag... has fallen?"

"We...lost?"

An emotion called "despair" spread rapidly like a plague among the 400,000-strong wolf army.

At first, it was just a soft murmur.

It quickly turned into a huge panic.

"Run! The Khan is dead!"

"Run! We've lost!"

It's unclear who was the first to throw down their weapon, turn their horse around, and flee in a frenzy.

His actions were like a spark that instantly ignited the entire powder keg.

"run!"

"Run for your lives!"

Panic is contagious.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

More and more wolf soldiers began to break down, throwing away their weapons and fleeing desperately in the direction they had come from.

Military orders, formations, honor...

In the face of the fear of death, everything becomes worthless.

The line of 400,000 troops crumbled from the center.

The defeat was like a landslide, like a tsunami, and it was unstoppable!