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

"Protect the Khan!"

The remaining hundreds of Kheshig guards were also infected by Ashina Sun's madness.

They knew they were doomed to die today.

As the most loyal warriors of the royal tent, their final mission was to pave the way to the enemy's command tent with their own blood and flesh for their Khan!

"kill!"

They abandoned all defenses and, like a pack of bloodthirsty mad dogs, formed a small cone formation. With Ashina Falcon as the arrowhead, they charged recklessly toward that one and only direction!

The crossbows inside the wagon train were still unleashing a barrage of fire.

Kheshig guards kept falling with screams, but the newcomers immediately filled the gaps.

They used their own bodies to block those deadly crossbow bolts, just so that Ashina Falcon could charge forward one more step!

The path leading to Xiao Jingchen's command tent is only a few hundred steps long.

But every step was paved with the corpses and blood of the grassland warriors.

Finally, after paying the price of hundreds of lives, Ashina Sun's magnificent warhorse, riddled with arrows, fell to the ground with a mournful cry.

Ashina Sun tumbled off his horse, but without pausing, he picked up his golden sword and continued galloping forward on his feet!

Behind him, there were less than a hundred guards, all covered in blood.

They broke out of the deadly car formation.

They saw the brightly lit command tent.

A person stood at the entrance of the commander's tent.

The man wasn't wearing armor, just plain black clothes, and he was holding a sword. He stood there quietly, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

That's right, Xiao Jingchen!

"Xiao—Jing—Chen—!"

Ashina Falcon's eyes instantly turned blood red!

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred!

All the fear and despair transformed into boundless hatred at this moment!

"Die!"

He let out a beastly roar, channeling all his strength into the golden blade in his hand, and slashed fiercely at Xiao Jingchen!

This strike was the culmination of his life's work and the final expression of his dignity as a powerful figure on the grasslands!

Before the blade even arrived, the sharp wind from it already stung the face.

However, Xiao Jingchen's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even move an inch.

Just as that golden knife was about to strike his head.

He moved.

His movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as very slow.

He simply raised the "Dragon-Slaying" sword in his hand.

Upward, with a flick.

"clang!"

A crisp, clear sound, like metal clashing, resounded through the night sky.

Ashina Sun felt an unimaginable, overwhelming force emanating from the opponent's sword.

His tiger's mouth was instantly shattered, and blood flowed freely!

The golden knife in his hand slipped from his grasp and flew out with a clang, embedding itself diagonally into the soil some distance away.

A-Shina Sun was so shaken by the immense force that he staggered back seven or eight steps before collapsing to the ground.

He looked at his hands in disbelief, then at Xiao Jingchen, who was completely unharmed and whose posture hadn't even changed.

How is that possible?

He was renowned for his martial prowess and roamed the grasslands, yet his all-out attack was so easily neutralized by his opponent.

Wasn't he a scholar-general who only knew military strategy?

How could his martial arts skills be so high?

"You...you..." Ashina Sun pointed at Xiao Jingchen, unable to utter a single word.

His last courage, his last shred of madness, was utterly shattered by this single sword strike.

He finally understood that the gap between himself and this man was all-encompassing.

It's not just about strategy, but also about force.

"It's over, Ashina Jun."

Xiao Jingchen slowly, step by step, walked towards him.

The fewer than one hundred Kheshig guards behind him roared, trying to rush forward to protect their king.

But they no longer had the chance.

"Release the arrows!"

Chen Jing's icy voice rang out from not far away.

The crossbowmen, who had been lying in ambush around the commander's tent, pulled the triggers at the same time.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

After a burst of intense fire, the last hundred grassland warriors all fell into pools of blood.

The whole world fell silent instantly.

Only Ashina Sun remained, sitting alone and slumped in front of Xiao Jingchen.

He was like a wild dog with its spine broken, no longer possessing the aura of a king of the grasslands.

"Why..." Ashina Sun raised his head, staring blankly at Xiao Jingchen, "When did you start plotting against me?"

He wanted to die knowing why.

"From the moment I learned that you killed General Wei Yong and massacred 300,000 surrendered soldiers of my Great Yan," Xiao Jingchen walked up to him, looking down at him with a voice devoid of warmth.

"From that moment on, I swore to the heavens that I would not only raze your royal court to the ground, but I would also personally take your head to offer as a sacrifice to their spirits in heaven."

"Do you think you're facing that weak and easily bullied Great Yan Dynasty?"

"No, you are facing me, I am Xiao Jingchen, and behind me are the countless innocent souls you have slaughtered!"

Ashina Sun laughed bitterly.

"Hehe...hehehe...I see...I see...I didn't lose to the Great Yan...I lost to you...I lost to you, Xiao Jingchen..."

He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain... I have nothing to say... Give me a quick death! Let me die like a warrior of the grasslands!" He straightened his chest and closed his eyes.

"You wish!"

Xiao Jingchen's voice was like the coldest ice in the netherworld.

"Letting you die a quick death? That's too good for you."

"Don't you enjoy torture and killing? Don't you enjoy watching people struggle in agony?"

"Today, I'll let you taste this flavor too."

After he finished speaking, the "Dragon-Slaying" sword in his hand moved.

A flash of sword light.

"ah--!"

Ashina Falcon let out a piercing scream.

His right arm was severed at the shoulder!

Fresh blood gushed out!

"This sword strike is for General Wei Yong!"

The sword flashed again.

"ah--!"

His left arm was also severed!

"This sword is for the three hundred thousand soldiers who died unjustly!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The sword light flashed continuously.

Ashina Falcon's two legs were also crippled.

He became a bloody, mangled pig, writhing and rolling on the ground in agony, emitting inhuman howls.

Xiao Jingchen looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes, only the smug satisfaction of avenging his great enemy.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so soon."

"I will hang you on the flagpole of our army, so that you can see with your own eyes how your royal court is destroyed and how your people kneel and beg for mercy."

"I want you to die slowly in endless pain and despair."

"This is the price you have to pay!"

After saying that, he didn't look at Ashina Jun on the ground again, turned around, and pulled out the golden knife that was stuck in the soil.

Then, he raised his golden sword high and, with all his might, proclaimed victory across the entire battlefield:

"Ashina Sun has been captured!"

"The Northern Expedition will surely be victorious!"

"Great Yan will prevail!"