Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

"Huo... Huo Qubing?"

Jieli Khan slumped amidst the ruins. Upon hearing this name, he trembled violently, and for the first time, fear appeared in his cloudy eyes.

For the people of the grasslands, this name is a taboo, a nightmare that has been passed down for hundreds of years.

He was that seventeen-year-old demon god who dared to lead eight hundred cavalrymen deep into the desert and slaughter the Xiongnu people, causing rivers of blood to flow!

"No...impossible! You're a ghost! You're an evil spirit summoned by the Han people!"

Jieli let out a hysterical scream and scrambled to his feet.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed all fear and resentment. He picked up a curved knife from the ground, a glint of madness and ruthlessness belonging to the lord of the grasslands flashing in his eyes.

"Even if you're a ghost! I, the Khan, will kill you again today!"

Jieli roared, brandishing his scimitar, and charged at Huo Qubing with all his might.

After all, he was a powerful ruler who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This strike was powerful and heavy, carrying an indomitable courage.

however.

In Huo Qubing's eyes, which shone like stars, this slash was as slow as a snail's crawl.

"How dare a grain of rice compete with the bright moon for light?"

Huo Qubing scoffed, without even raising the tiger-headed golden spear in his hand.

Just as the curved blade was three inches from his face, he moved.

fast.

Extremely fast.

It was so fast that everyone only saw a silver afterimage.

"clang!"

A crisp metallic clang rang out.

Huo Qubing arrived late but arrived early, his spear striking Jieli's blade with incredible precision at an extremely tricky angle.

An overwhelming force surged forth.

Jieli felt a numbness in his hand, and the scimitar in his hand flew out of his hand uncontrollably, spinning in the air for more than ten meters before "thud" and piercing the chest of a guard.

one move.

Just one move.

The grassland overlord was disarmed on the spot.

"you……"

Jieli's eyes widened, but before he could utter a second word, a silver-armored boot slammed into his chest.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Jieli flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into half of the tattered golden tent, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs.

Huo Qubing slowly withdrew his foot, his face still bearing that arrogant expression, as if he had merely kicked away a stone blocking his path.

He carried his gun and walked slowly and deliberately toward Jieli Khan, who was lying on the ground convulsing like a dead dog.

Thousands of Turkic guards surrounded the area, making it impossible to pass through.

They held up their scimitars and drew their bows, their eyes blazing with fury, yet none dared to step forward.

Because those eight hundred white horse riders stood quietly behind Huo Qubing.

They didn't move, they didn't even draw their knives.

But the terrifying killing intent condensed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood was like an invisible mountain, pressing down on the hearts of every Turk, making it difficult for them to even breathe.

They knew that as long as they dared to move...

The next second, a massive massacre ensued.

"No...don't come any closer..."

Looking at the boy who seemed like a god descended from heaven, Jieli finally became afraid.

He scrambled backward, his crotch damp and hot, a foul-smelling liquid running down his thighs and onto the floor.

"I am the Khan... I am the Lord of the Steppe... You cannot kill me..."

"cannot?"

Huo Qubing walked up to him, stopped, and looked down at the once arrogant grassland overlord.

He slowly raised the tiger-headed golden spear in his hand.

The cold tip of the spear, stained with the blood of countless Xiongnu kings, gently touched Jieli's throat.

A bone-chilling cold instantly spread throughout my body.

"Under my spear, Huo Qubing, there is no Khan."

Huo Qubing's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

"Only...dead people."

"stop!"

Just at this critical moment, a loud shout suddenly came from afar.

Everyone turned around and looked.

Li Chengqian rode his magnificent Jade Lion, escorted by Xu Xiao and dozens of Snow Dragon Riders, and leisurely "strolled" over.

He even had the leisure to wave to the Turkic guards around him who were so nervous they were about to wet themselves, and gave them a "friendly" smile.

"Don't be nervous, put down your weapons. I'm here to reason with you."

Huo Qubing frowned when he saw Li Chengqian, but still sheathed his spear and bowed, saying, "Your Highness."

"Well done."

Li Chengqian dismounted, patted Huo Qubing on the shoulder, as if praising a capable subordinate, "Faster than I expected."

Then, he walked up to Jieli, who was so terrified he was about to lose his mind, squatted down, and curiously poked the other's fat face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, so this is the Turkic Khan?"

"He looks... a bit rough around the edges."

"It's not even as good-looking as the pig I keep in the Eastern Palace."

Jieli trembled, suddenly raised his head, and stared intently at Li Chengqian, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"It's you! It's you again, you little beast!"

"Snapped!"

Li Chengqian slapped Jieli hard across the face, making him see stars.

"Watch your mouth."

"If I hear another swear word from your mouth, I'll have Old Huo cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs."

Jieli immediately shut up, the resentment in his eyes turning into deep fear.

Li Chengqian nodded in satisfaction and stood up.

He didn't even glance at Jieli on the ground again, as if it were truly a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

He turned around and looked towards the valley.

The shouts of battle there had gradually faded away.

……

Inside the Longmen Valley.

Li Shimin leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily.

He was covered in blood, some from enemies and some from his own.

Just now, he thought he was going to die.

But for some reason, the Turks who were besieging them suddenly turned back like a receding tide.

"What happened?"

Cheng Yaojin plopped down on the ground, wiped the blood off his face, and looked completely bewildered.

Just then.

A familiar yet strangely unfamiliar sound of horses' hooves came from the direction of the valley entrance.

Li Shimin suddenly looked up.

All that could be seen was the afterglow of the setting sun.

A young general clad in silver armor, riding a magnificent black steed, slowly emerged from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Behind him followed eight hundred white horse riders, each with a bloody Turkic head hanging from their saddle.

And in the hands of that young general...

He was carrying a head that looked like it had died with its eyes wide open!

On that head was a golden crown with a wolf's head, a symbol of Turkic royal power!

It's Jieli!

"That...that is..."

Yuchi Gong's eyes widened as he pointed at the young man, his voice trembling, "Isn't that... His Majesty's Salu Zi?"

"And who's that right now?!"

Li Shimin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw it clearly.

The young man, carrying Jieli's head, rode his steed leisurely among the corpses of hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers, as if he were in an empty field.

Behind him, some of the Snow Dragon Riders even took out water pouches from their robes and rinsed their mouths as they walked.

That arrogant attitude, that domineering aura.

simply……

It's practically a carbon copy of him back in the day at Hulao Pass!

Do not!

He's even more arrogant and domineering than he was back then!

"Pass down the order."

Outside the valley, Li Chengqian looked at his father's shocked and bewildered expression and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Let Old Huo go around a few more times."

"Make a bigger commotion."

"I must...make sure my father sees it clearly."

"How did his good-for-nothing son manage to...get revenge for him!"