The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 832 Corpses littered the fields, blood flowed like rivers

Having said that, Zhu Xiong Ying leaped into the air and flew straight towards the Old Man of the North Pole.

Upon seeing this, the Old Man of the North Pole's face darkened, and with a wave of his wooden staff, a beam of white light shot towards Zhu Xiong Ying.

Zhu Xiong Ying neither dodged nor evaded, but threw a punch that dispersed the white light.

"Little tricks!"

Zhu Xiong Ying sneered and continued his attack on the Arctic Immortal.

The Old Man of the North Pole was secretly astonished by Zhu Xiong Ying's formidable strength.

He dared not delay, and immediately waved his wooden staff, unleashing various spells to engage in a fierce battle with Zhu Xiong Ying.

For a moment, the sky was filled with flashes of light and continuous booming sounds.

Zhu Xiong Ying's fists and feet were as strong as steel, each attack carrying a devastating force.

Although the magic of the Arctic Immortal was varied and powerful, it was utterly ineffective in front of Zhu Xiong Ying.

Before long, the Old Man of the North Pole was at a disadvantage and suffered multiple injuries.

"You old codger, you're nothing special!" Zhu Xiong Ying said with a sneer.

The Old Man of the North Pole was pale, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't expected Zhu Xiong Ying to be so powerful.

"Your Majesty, spare my life!" the Old Man of the North Pole hurriedly begged for mercy. "I know I was wrong, please spare me, Your Majesty."

"Spare you?" Zhu Xiong Ying sneered. "Didn't you just say you were going to be disrespectful to me? Why are you begging for mercy now?"

"Your Majesty, I was just confused for a moment. Please forgive my mistake," the Old Man of the North Pole pleaded earnestly.

"Hmph!" Zhu Xiong Ying snorted coldly, "I will spare your life today, but if you dare to be disrespectful to me again, I will not let you off easily!"

After saying that, Zhu Xiong Ying turned and left.

As the old man of the North Pole watched Zhu Xiong Ying's departing figure, his heart was filled with fear and resentment.

He vowed to avenge himself!

Zhu Xiong Ying returned to the fleet and ordered them to continue advancing.

The fleet sailed north, and Zhu Xiong Ying occupied all the islands along the way.

The natives on these islands were either massacred by Zhu Xiong Ying's army or captured and enslaved.

Zhu Xiong Ying's brutal actions aroused strong dissatisfaction among the local indigenous people.

They rose up in rebellion, but all were suppressed by Zhu Xiong Ying's army.

Zhu Xiong Ying's fleet advanced with unstoppable momentum and soon reached the North Pole.

Standing at the North Pole, Zhu Xiong Ying gazed at the vast ice field, her heart filled with pride.

"I have finally conquered the North Pole!"

He announced loudly.

His voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"The Arctic, nothing more!" Zhu Xiong Ying stood proudly at the North Pole, his scarlet cloak fluttering like a burning flame. He looked around, and the vast white ice field seemed to him like a blank canvas waiting for him to paint.

"Your Majesty is mighty!" the Imperial Guards behind him shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the vast, icy plain.

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, "Send down the order to erect a monument here, proclaiming to the world that the North Pole now belongs to the Ming Dynasty!"

A huge stone tablet was soon erected, inscribed with the eight characters "The Great Ming Territory Reaches Its Limits Here," the characters vigorous and powerful, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.

Zhu Xiong Ying stood in front of the stone tablet, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly, his laughter filled with pride and arrogance.

"The Arctic is but a tiny corner of the Ming Dynasty's territory!" he thought to himself. "My goal is the whole world!"

After conquering the Arctic, Zhu Xiong Ying's ambitions grew even larger, and he began to set his sights on a more distant place—the Americas.

This new continent is full of mystery and the unknown, but also full of wealth and opportunities.

Zhu Xiong Ying longed to conquer this land and incorporate it into the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

He ordered the fleet to continue westward, crossing the Bering Strait and heading towards the Americas. On the vast ocean, the fleet surged forward like a giant steel dragon, cutting through the waves and forging ahead.

Along the way, they encountered all sorts of challenges: raging storms, towering waves, and all kinds of strange marine life.

But none of this could stop Zhu Xiong Ying's progress. He seemed to be born to conquer, and he could overcome any difficulty he encountered.

"Your Majesty, land has been spotted ahead!" a soldier shouted excitedly from the watchtower.

Zhu Xiong Ying climbed onto the deck and looked into the distance. He saw a vast expanse of land ahead, with a winding coastline and magnificent scenery.

"America, here I come!" he exclaimed excitedly.

The fleet slowly approached the shore and anchored.

Zhu Xiong Ying led his army ashore, setting foot on this unfamiliar land.

"Your Majesty, it seems that people live on this land," a member of the Imperial Guard stepped forward to report.

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded. "I saw it too."

Not far away, a group of indigenous people appeared. They were dressed in simple clothes, carrying wooden sticks and stone axes, and looked at these uninvited guests with wary expressions.

"Go and ask them what this place is," Zhu Xiong Ying instructed.

An interpreter stepped forward and communicated with them in the indigenous language.

After a conversation, the interpreter returned and reported: "Your Majesty, they say this is Alaska, their homeland."

"Alaska?" Zhu Xiong Ying sneered. "From today onwards, this is the territory of the Ming Dynasty!"

He waved his hand and ordered, "Pass down the order: Attack!"

The Ming soldiers charged towards the indigenous inhabitants like tigers descending the mountain.

Although the indigenous people were numerous, their weapons were rudimentary and their fighting ability was low, making them no match for the Ming army.

They were quickly routed and fled in all directions.

Zhu Xiong Ying led his army in pursuit, leaving corpses strewn across the land and rivers of blood in his wake.

He ruthlessly slaughtered these indigenous people, treating them like ants.

In his eyes, these indigenous people were nothing more than stumbling blocks to his conquest of the Americas, and they had to be eliminated.

"Your Majesty, a city has been discovered ahead!" a soldier reported.

Zhu Xiong Ying looked up and saw a large city in the distance, with towering walls and a majestic presence.

"It seems this is the capital of the natives," he thought to himself.

He ordered his army to surround the city and prepare to attack it.

The native inhabitants of the city were already prepared to resist. They gathered on the city walls, armed with bows and arrows and javelins, ready for battle.

At Zhu Xiong Ying's command, the Ming army began its attack on the city.

In an instant, shouts of battle filled the air, arrows rained down, and the siege was exceptionally fierce.

The Ming soldiers, fearless of death, braved a hail of arrows and valiantly scaled the city wall.

The indigenous inhabitants on the city wall fought desperately, shooting and killing Ming soldiers with bows and arrows and javelins.

The two sides fought back and forth, neither side gave in, and the battle entered a white-hot stage.

Zhu Xiong Ying stood below the city walls, coldly observing the bloody battle.

His face was expressionless, as if none of this concerned him.

In his eyes, the lives of these indigenous people were as worthless as weeds.

All he cared about was whether he could conquer the city and bring the Americas into the Ming Dynasty's territory.

Just then, an old man dressed in magnificent clothes suddenly appeared on the city wall.

He held a scepter, his expression dignified, his eyes piercing.

"Who are you?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked.

(End of this chapter)