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Chapter 78 The Fall of the Great Yong Dynasty (Seeking Subscriptions)
He was still wearing that yellow robe, his face expressionless, calmly looking at the patriarch of the Mu family.

"Step back, all of you. You are no match for him."

"Your Majesty!" Wang Xing exclaimed urgently.

"Step back," Chen Ye repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Although the guards were unwilling, they gritted their teeth and slowly retreated to both sides, making room for the two of them.

At the same time, the Mu family patriarch raised his eyes and looked at Chen Ye from a distance of a hundred feet.

Immediately afterwards, the Mu family patriarch shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bow.

While he was in mid-air, the ancient longsword at his waist was already drawn!
hum!
A soft sword rang out, as if even the moonlight was drawn to the sound of the sword.

The sword light was so fast that it defied description. It was not like a slash, but more like a reflection of moonlight on the water, elusive yet unavoidable.

puff!

A cluster of blood-red flowers suddenly bloomed under the moonlight.

"His Majesty!"

Wang Xing let out a gasp.

However, when people looked closely again, they were all stunned.

Chen Ye stood firmly in place, the tip of the sword only an inch away from his brow, yet it could not advance any further.

Because the sword was being gripped tightly by both hands.

Blood was dripping from between Chen Ye's fingers, but his hands, gripping the sword, remained as still as if they were made of iron.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared in the eyes of the Mu family patriarch.

His sword strike embodied his lifelong understanding of the way of the sword, powerful enough to split mountains and stop rivers, yet it was caught by someone with a bare hand.
What terrifying physical strength this is!

But he was, after all, a top expert who had been famous for a century. His mind wavered for only a moment before he made the right decision.

Discard your sword!

He loosened his grip on the sword hilt, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his right hand forming a sword-like shape as he thrust it swiftly toward Chen Ye's throat!

He discarded his sword.

But he himself became an even sharper sword!

This finger strike, though seemingly slow, is a hundred times more terrifying than the previous sword strike!
Because this is the ultimate move that encapsulates the essence of his life's work.

Chen Ye's pupils also contracted slightly.

At that moment, he also felt a deadly threat.

This old guy is much stronger than Xue Hanjiang, who assassinated Bai Yuege before. The swordsman's offensive power is indeed well-deserved.

But right now!
The expression on the face of the Mu family patriarch suddenly changed drastically!
Because an indescribable, vast, and terrifying pressure, as immense as mountains and seas, came crashing down from all directions without warning, completely enveloping him!
His blood and qi flowed as slowly as if he were stuck in a swamp.

The once sharp and invincible sword finger now became weak and powerless.

He couldn't understand what was going on.

But in reality, this pressure came from the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the camp.

Their will, their killing intent, and their loyalty coalesced into a powerful force at this moment.

The dragon commands a vast army!

With the army united and of one mind, they can suppress high-level experts with their military might!
Although the patriarch of the Mu family was revered as a terrestrial immortal by people in the martial arts world, he was ultimately not a true immortal.

Faced with the overwhelming military force of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, his proud cultivation level was forcibly suppressed!

It's now.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Ye's eyes; this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He suddenly took a step forward, and his large, fan-like hand directly grabbed the arm that the Mu family patriarch was thrusting at him.

Click!

A sickening cracking sound rang out.

Chen Ye forcefully bent the arm of the Mu family patriarch into a bizarre angle.

The Mu family patriarch's face turned pale. He tried to back away, but found that Chen Ye's other hand had already grabbed his neck.

That hand felt like a giant iron clamp, making it difficult for him to even breathe. "You...you..."

Despite using all his strength, the Mu family patriarch could not break free even slightly, and his face gradually turned purplish-red.

Chen Ye just stared at him expressionlessly, his arm muscles bulging suddenly.

click!
The Mu family patriarch's neck was snapped, his head drooped limply, and disbelief lingered in his eyes.

A legendary immortal on land has fallen.

On the distant mountaintop, Mu Jianqing, who had been full of confidence and ready to witness how the ancestor would take Chen Ye's head, was completely dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the scene in the military camp, his mind completely blank.

how come?
The ancestor...is he dead?
He was crushed to death by that traitorous general who came from humble origins, just like he was crushing a chicken.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, an overwhelming surge of hatred and fear welled up in his heart.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Chen Ye's figure, wishing he could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin.

But he knew even better that even the patriarch was no match for him, and that rushing forward would only be another death for him.

run!
We have to run right now!
Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around and prepared to use his lightness skill to escape.

But at that moment, Chen Ye made a move.

In fact, Chen Ye had already discovered Mu Jianqing and recognized him.

But none of that matters now. Chen Ye raised his hand and threw the longsword he had taken from the Mu family patriarch.

call out!
The longsword transformed into a streak of dark light, tearing through the night sky.

Just as Mu Jianqing was about to flee, he felt a chill run down his spine. Looking down, he saw a blood-stained sword tip protruding from his chest.

He opened his mouth, but ultimately collapsed, unwilling to accept his fate.

The news that the Mu family patriarch's assassination attempt had failed and that he had died in the army completely shattered the last glimmer of hope for the Dayong Dynasty.

With no further obstacles, Chen Ye's army marched eastward, its advance aimed directly at the capital.

The prefectures and counties along the way surrendered at the mere sight of the enemy, and some even had their garrison commanders personally open the city gates and lead all the city's officials out of the city for ten miles to welcome them.

Inside the Zichen Hall.

Cao Xun wanted to summon his ministers to discuss countermeasures, but found that the court, which was usually packed with people, was now empty.

All officials took sick leave for various reasons.

He knew then that the situation was hopeless.

Cao Xun sat alone on the cold dragon throne, and he could almost hear the shouts of his ministers, "Long live the Emperor!"

In the end, Cao Xun, distraught, hid in the inner palace, ordered all the fine wine to be brought to him, and got himself completely drunk.

On this day, the deafening shouts of battle finally reached the palace.

Chen Ye has arrived.

The siege took less than half a day. The tightly closed city gates were opened from the inside, and countless troops poured into the power core of the Great Yong Dynasty like a tidal wave.

Hearing the commotion outside, Cao Xun knew that everything was beyond repair.

He gave a bitter smile, picked up a cup of poisoned wine that had been prepared beforehand, and drank it all in one gulp.

In his hazy vision, he seemed to see his father, the emperor, glaring at him with a furious expression.

He also saw his younger brother, covered in blood, reaching out to him, demanding his life.

"Father! Spare me! I really didn't mean to kill you, Father..."

He was so frightened that he rolled on the ground screaming, but his voice grew weaker and weaker until he fell silent completely.

Thus, the Dayong Dynasty, which had lasted for more than two hundred years, came to an end.

Above the imperial city, the dragon flag symbolizing the Cao family's imperial power was slowly lowered, and a brand-new flag bearing the character "Chen" rose slowly under the gaze of countless people.

However, after ascending the throne, Chen Ye not only ruthlessly purged the remnants of the previous dynasty, but also issued a decree.

All martial arts sects within the territory of Dayong must submit their allegiance within one month.

(End of this chapter)