Yunzhou’s Northern Grasslands were swept by a fierce wind, stirring up waves of green.
In the Tu Man Tribe, the survivors of the reinforcements had just returned and were recounting their earlier encounter to the Third Prince of the Tu Man Tribe, Aye Gu.
“Third Prince, we encountered the legendary Grassland God of Death. He soared through the sky, emitting a dazzling light. I almost saw the ancestors of the Tu Man Tribe!”
Aye Gu frowned, his skepticism evident.
It was hard for him to believe, especially since the entire force of ten thousand troops had been wiped out, leaving only a few survivors.
However, for him, as the Khan’s second prince, to believe in some divine being was absurd.
At this moment, Ye Chen appeared alone in the Tu Man Tribe’s territory, carrying two sheep leg bones and the gleaming Fish Intestine Sword.
Ye Chen’s solitary figure exuded the demeanor of a chivalrous hero. His golden Bright Armor drew attention, and the golden dagger from Aye Lin hung at his waist, adding to his heroic presence.
His eyes, sparkling like stars, bore a chilling intent to kill.
Sunlight glinted off the Fish Intestine Sword, the blade shining coldly, as if foretelling the impending bloodshed and slaughter.
Meanwhile, in the tent of the Tu Man Khan, A Lao Ji, the Khan, was indulging in pleasures.
The tent was filled with sumptuous delicacies, and the dancing maidens moved gracefully to the melodious tunes.
In his younger days, A Lao Ji had been the greatest warrior of the Tu Man Tribe, defeating the previous Khan to become the current Khan.
During his reign, A Lao Ji had been valorous in battle, and the entire tribe held him in high esteem, considering it an honor to serve him.
At this moment, A Lao Ji reclined on his tiger-skin throne, holding a golden goblet filled with fine wine in his left hand, and carelessly embracing a beauty with his right, laughing heartily, completely unaware of the impending danger.
Suddenly, Ye Chen appeared in the center of the Tu Man Tribe’s camp like a flash of lightning.
He drew his Fish Intestine Sword swiftly, the blade slicing through the air in a cold arc.
With a fierce roar, the power within Ye Chen surged forth like a torrent, infusing into the sword in his hand.
“Sword Blade Storm!”
In an instant, a powerful storm of sword energy erupted from Ye Chen’s position.
The Sword Blade Storm, enhancing both its lethality and destructiveness, roared like a wild dragon, sweeping through the surroundings.
The fierce sword energy turned into countless sharp blades, mercilessly cutting through everything in its path.
The Tu Man Tribe’s tents, built sturdily over decades, were easily torn apart, debris flying through the air, and terrified screams filled the camp.
Wherever the storm passed, devastation followed!
The once impregnable tents of the Tu Man Tribe were obliterated as if made of paper. Cattle and sheep fled in all directions, and soldiers who had just emerged from the tents saw Ye Chen, who appeared like a divine being, exclaiming, “The God is Here!”
With the storm’s fury, parts of the Tu Man Tribe’s camp turned to ruins, dust rising to obscure the sky.
Ye Chen stood at the storm’s center, resembling an invincible war deity.
Inside the tent, A Lao Ji was jolted by the immense noise of the Sword Blade Storm, the earth shaking violently like a dragon turning.
“What’s going on, Aye Gu?”
Outside the tent, Aye Gu was also caught in the sword energy, though he was fortunate not to be drawn into the storm.
His clothes were shredded by the sword’s wind, and upon hearing A Lao Ji’s call, he rushed inside immediately.
“Father, it’s bad! Someone like a divine being has descended from the sky, destroying our tents!”
“What nonsense are you talking about!”
A Lao Ji, who had never heard of such a divine being in all his years of warfare, reprimanded his son.
“Really, Father, you should go outside and see for yourself!”
Aye Gu’s panic was evident. Initially skeptical about the so-called divine being, he couldn’t deny it when he saw Ye Chen glowing with golden light in the sky.
After witnessing Ye Chen’s destructive storm, Aye Gu wished he could flee immediately, muttering for divine mercy.
A Lao Ji snorted. The death of Aye Lin had already been painful enough, and now Aye Gu believed in such supernatural nonsense. How could the Tu Man Tribe continue under these circumstances?
“I’ll go meet this so-called divine being myself!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Though the Sword Blade Storm had ended, a strong whirlwind created by Ye Chen continued. As A Lao Ji stepped out of the tent, he struggled to open his eyes against the fierce wind.
“What a strong wind! Aye Gu, where is this divine being you spoke of?”
Aye Gu pointed to the sky, only to find no one there. As A Lao Ji turned to scold his son, he saw Aye Gu being held hostage by a young man.
The young man was Ye Chen, his Fish Intestine Sword poised dangerously close to Aye Gu’s throat, causing Aye Gu to freeze in fear.
A Lao Ji, experienced and calm, asked, “Young man, what do you want? As long as you let my son go, I will agree to anything!”
Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, “Khan, this request requires your personal involvement.”
Realizing that Ye Chen sought something from him, A Lao Ji maintained his composure and nodded, “Speak, and I will certainly fulfill your request.”
Ye Chen said, “Have the Tu Man Tribe submit to me, and we will have peace.”
Aye Gu’s eyes widened in alarm, thinking, “It’s over, my life is at risk.”
A Lao Ji was momentarily stunned, not understanding Ye Chen’s request.
“Are you joking? I, A Lao Ji, have built the Tu Man Tribe from ten thousand to thirty thousand. I’m not easily intimidated, and my son will not change that!”
Ye Chen sneered, replying, “Khan, you are indeed formidable. But now the Tu Man Tribe has only ten thousand remaining, how does that differ from before?”
A Lao Ji frowned, suddenly wondering, “What about the reinforcements sent to the Zhuo Cheng Tribe?”
Aye Gu, trembling, stammered, “Father… all those reinforcements are mostly dead!”
“What?!”
A Lao Ji exclaimed in shock, realizing that only ten thousand combatants remained in the tribe.
“How can we resist the Wu Lie Tribe now?”
A Lao Ji despaired, not even asking how the entire force was wiped out.
Ye Chen comforted him, “Don’t worry, Khan. Soon, the Wu Lie Tribe will also be mine, and we will be one family.”
A Lao Ji, troubled, fixed his gaze on Ye Chen, “What do you mean by that?”
Seeing that A Lao Ji still didn’t understand, Ye Chen released Aye Gu and entered the tent.
Inside the tent, the dancers and musicians were startled and fled immediately as A Lao Ji signaled them to leave.
A Lao Ji gave Aye Gu a look, and Aye Gu understood, also leaving the tent.
Ye Chen sneered, “Khan, you are indeed bold. However, simply relying on numbers will not solve the problem of stopping me.”
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