Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 260 The Emperor's Dignity?
The Mongol Yuan Dynasty Imperial Palace.

Cao Xueyang did not conceal her whereabouts. Her killing intent was overwhelming. Before she even landed, her celestial killing intent had already covered the entire Mongol Yuan Imperial Palace, making it feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave. Countless imperial guards, palace maids, and eunuchs prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling.

Before the celestial beings on land, even the grandmasters of celestial phenomena are like ants.

The imperial guards responsible for protecting the palace couldn't even stand still.

"His Majesty!"

"Ok?"

Temur looked at the Tantric master, Hamidun, with a blank expression.

The latter's face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat slid down his forehead. The greatest life-or-death crisis Hamilton had ever faced was not as intense as the overwhelming killing intent emanating from this moment.

Despair, irresistible, death whispers.

This made the Tantric master feel as if he could already see his ancestor beckoning to him.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, his lips moved, yet Hamilton couldn't utter a single word, because...

They want to kill him, or rather, their people.

It's already here.

"Your Excellency is..."

Hamilton and Timur's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints as they stared in horror at the figure that appeared outside the Imperial Study.

Cao Xueyang, General Xuanwei of Tiance Mansion.

She was the female commander of the invincible Youlong Cavalry.

It is also the Mongol Yuan's mortal enemy that Temur and the entire Privy Council and the Six Ministries have been studying day and night recently.

"A terrestrial deity, Hamilton?"

"choke!"

A cold glint suddenly flashed, moving with incredible speed.

Like the light of dawn illuminating the world, it shines upon all living beings when it is discovered.

Hamilton seemed to sense something. Watching the figure disappear from his sight in an instant, he did not turn back to search for it. Instead, he put his hands together, smiled, and slowly sat cross-legged: "Amitabha. This old monk has practiced Buddhism all his life, following his heart and nature, strictly adhering to the precepts and rules, yet I could not guard the compassion in my heart. I wanted to inquire about the supreme heavenly way but could not succeed. Before I die, I was able to see many heavenly beings one after another, which can be considered not in vain."

Cao Xueyang stood behind Hamilton, blocking Timur's view, and glanced at Hamilton out of the corner of his eye.

Tantric master Hamidun.

For two hundred years, these kingdoms have traversed the Western Regions, the deserts, and the grasslands.

He was once considered one of the most formidable enemies by the Prince Su's mansion.

Second only to Phagpa, the Grand Preceptor of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, who was said to be the third Living Buddha who was close to the heavens.

He is a true land-based deity.

He was also a staunch supporter of the Mongol Yuan dynasty. Under his will, the entire Tantric sect continuously produced talented and eminent monks who joined the Mongol Yuan ranks to serve the Mongol Yuan imperial family. Hamidun himself was one of Genghis Khan's former teachers.

He left behind a legacy for the Mongol Yuan imperial family.

Even if celestial beings from the land were to invade, they would have to step over his corpse first.

He was also the biggest obstacle to assassinating the kings of the Nine Provinces for over a hundred years. Even the bloody battle in which Zhang Sanfeng personally came to Dadu, attempting to take Kublai Khan's head, was dragged out by him and Phagpa and others until Zhang Sanfeng himself gave up.

Even Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, once said that if he wanted to kill the Mongol emperor, he must first kill Khadidu.

Such a man, once a formidable enemy, was now casually killed by Cao Xueyang. He didn't even have time to react before he could pass away. If the outside world were to find out, it would surely cause a sensation throughout the land.

"You got what you wanted, so you can be considered... to have died a worthy death." Cao Xueyang sneered, and the next moment, Hamilton's body exploded, turning into ashes that scattered in all directions. This could be considered as fulfilling Hamilton's vow to step over his corpse and protect the Mongol Yuan Dynasty until the very last moment.

"Cao Xueyang of the Tian Ce Mansion, under the command of Prince Su, requests that Emperor Temur be put on his way." Cao Xueyang did not waste any words but directly stated her purpose. Although it was a case of storming the palace and assassinating the emperor, she was willing to give Temur a final act of dignity.

Temur sneered and retorted, "Ha, assassinating the king and killing the emperor, is this all the Prince Su has left?"

Cao Xueyang revealed a disdainful look, looking at Temur with disdain: "Youlong Cavalry, if it weren't for His Highness's restraint, you could have conquered three hundred cities of your Mongol Yuan Dynasty in less than ten days, do you believe me?"

Upon hearing this, Temur's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew how terrifying the Yulong Cavalry was. Even if the Mongol Yuan Dynasty sent another 100,000 or 200,000 troops, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, just throwing their lives away.

However, as the saying goes, even if you lose the fight, you can't lose the battle.

Moreover, Temur could not possibly believe such an arrogant claim as that he could conquer three hundred cities of the Mongol Yuan dynasty in ten days.
"I...don't believe it!"

"The millions of brave men of the grasslands are willing to fight to the death. Even if your Dragon Cavalry has the greatest ability, it is impossible for you to conquer three hundred of my cities in ten days. If you really have such ability, why did you abandon your Dragon Cavalry and risk your life to come here and assassinate the king?"

"Isn't it all to make me die, leaving the Mongol Yuan dynasty leaderless, so you can seize the opportunity?"

As Cao Xueyang watched Temur grow more confident with each analysis, a smile crept onto his lips. Perhaps this was the so-called 'whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad'?
Cao Xueyang didn't bother explaining to Temur just how terrifying the power of the Wandering Dragon Cavalry truly was. He simply offered a cold reminder:
"If these are your last words, then set off on your journey with your expectations and confidence."

"Wait!"

Temur's pupils dimmed slightly for a moment, but he straightened his clothes and coldly laughed, "I am the Great Emperor of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, the eternal Son of Heaven of the grasslands. According to your Central Plains people, the Son of Heaven has his own way of dying, how can he be subjected to swords and spears?"

"choke!"

A cold glint flashed, and Temur's head was severed.

Under Temur's wide, incredulous gaze as he lay dying, Cao Xueyang murmured, "Enough with the nonsense. You barbarians dare to call yourselves emperors before me."

"I'm giving you some face, and you really think you're something special."

"How did the emperor die?"

"You do not deserve."

Cao Xueyang is above the celestial beings on land, a truly transcendent being, and can be called an immortal.

Let alone Temur of the Mongol Yuan dynasty.

Even the Han Dynasty emperors who once ruled over vast empires only had a fraction of the face they deserved from Cao Xueyang, and it all depended on whether she gave them any face.

You are the emperor, and I am above all others.

Who is the ruler and who is the subject?

Choosing a way to die?

This was never within the acceptable range that Cao Xueyang offered.

The moment Cao Xueyang stepped out of the imperial study carrying Temur's head, the thousands of imperial guards responsible for protecting the palace, as well as the palace maids and eunuchs, all widened their eyes in shock, and gasps of astonishment filled the air.

Many of the more vulnerable palace maids and eunuchs trembled with fear, losing control of their bladders, with streams of heat flowing from their trouser legs. Some even fainted on the spot, along with the imperial guards.

They never dared to dream that one day they would witness this unforgettable scene.

Their emperor, Temur, was killed, and a female general carried out his head.

The impact of this scene was more than ten times greater than the impact of the celestial beings unleashing their killing intent, causing the void to shatter in the east.

Because everyone knows it.

With this scene unfolding, it meant that the Mongol Yuan dynasty's sky... had collapsed!
(End of this chapter)