A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

The Northern Mang royal court.

Inside the palace, Empress Murong sat in the main seat, flanked by the top experts of Northern Mang. Everyone was on high alert.

The man in the red robe.

Ye Yun sat opposite Tuoba Pusa, seemingly unconcerned, and drank the strong liquor of Northern Mang: "The liquor of Northern Mang is indeed a bit rough!"

"Oh, it's a pity that the wine of Western Chu no longer exists."

Tuoba Pusa's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was a master and could hear it clearly.

Ye Yun paid no attention to the mockery from this Northern Barbarian war god, because he would eventually kill the person in front of him anyway.

Keeping Tuoba Bodhisattva around might be able to seduce the celestial beings, after all, he was a pawn chosen by that group of people.

Outside the royal court, there were layers upon layers of Northern Mang soldiers and armor.

However, no one dared to underestimate the red-robed man in front of them. The Great Vajra Realm peak puppet behind him alone was enough to instantly kill most of the first-rank experts present.

"Ye Yun, you have some nerve, trespassing into my royal court alone. If you want to leave here alive today, you'd better give me an explanation."

Empress Murong wore a dignified expression, appearing superior and aloof.

"Oh, how do you kill me? By overwhelming me with sheer numbers?"

"As far as I know, Luo Yang, the number one demon of Northern Mang, has come to your Northern Mang royal court several times. You can keep him here."

"They want to kill me? I wonder if the experts of the Northern Mang royal court are enough for me. They're about to fight me to the death. It seems the Northern Mang's plan to march south will have to be postponed."

Ye Yun smiled. In this world, there really was someone who could kill him with weapons.

Perhaps there really is one.

Hong Xixiang, the reincarnation of Lü Zu, has fully awakened his memories and activated his three-life Dharma body, fusing the power of the three sages. He does have a slight chance of killing him.

As for the others...

It would be good enough if they could catch up with Wang Xianzhi.

The Empress's gaze fell on Tuoba Bodhisattva, who shook his head.

At this time, there were at least a dozen first-rank experts in the Northern Mang royal court, but Tuoba Bodhisattva dared not make a move.

He had no confidence.

"What exactly do you want?"

Tuoba Bodhisattva's imposing presence ultimately paled in comparison.

He considered himself to be virtually invincible, yet he still couldn't discern Ye Yun's true cultivation level.

Yes.

He appeared like an ordinary person, without revealing any trace of his cultivation or aura.

This is what terrifies him the most.

Even if it were Wang Xianzhi, if he were to truly face him, he would still be able to detect the opponent's aura.

"I'm here to help the Northern Barbarians."

Ye Yun put down his wine glass and said.

"You want to kill Xu Fengnian."

Tuoba Bodhisattva asked a question.

"That's only one aspect. Killing Xu Fengnian is my personal matter. I will personally go to Dunhuang City to retrieve it. I hope the Northern Barbarians won't have any objections!"

Ye Yun naturally knew where Xu Fengnian was; he didn't kill him but was simply waiting for him.

He wanted Xu Fengnian to witness firsthand the complete annihilation of his 300,000 iron cavalry from Beiliang, and the forced seizure of all the fortune of his True Martial Emperor.

So what if he's the main character?

He's a time traveler, and he specializes in bullying the protagonist.

"What other conditions do you have? State them all at once."

Empress Murong harbored deep hatred for Ye Yun. If it weren't for the future of the entire Northern Mang, she would have spared no effort to kill Ye Yun.

"I want to see someone, Yuan Qingshan, the leader of the Moral Sect. I want to see his true form. I think the Empress should be able to help me."

The second matter is that after the Northern Barbarians invade southward, Chen Zhibao's life must be left to me; I will retrieve it personally, and the entire Northern Liang royal palace must also be given to me.

Ye Yun held up two fingers to state his request.

Empress Murong laughed and said, "Hahaha, Ye Yun, do you really think you are invincible? Do you think you alone can destroy my entire Northern Mang?"

"What if I could prevent him from appearing on the battlefield?"

Ye Yun revealed a confident smile and pointed to Tuoba Pusa across from him.

He absolutely has the ability to stop Tuoba Bodhisattva.

At that time, the Northern Barbarians will be missing a commander who could change the entire battlefield.

overbearing.

That's really domineering.

They can't kill him, and they might not win even if they fight him.

A complete break with Ye Yun would definitely affect their plans to head south.

"Actually, we have the same goal. I will help you deal with Xu Fengnian, the heir of Beiliang, and Chen Zhibao, the king of Beiliang, while you will wipe out the entire 300,000 iron cavalry of Beiliang. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

Suddenly, a small purple sword appeared between Ye Yun's fingers, its surface wreathed in lightning power.

This power made even the Bodhisattva Tuoba feel threatened.

Empress Murong said coldly, "Are you trying to threaten me?"

"No, this is to give you face, because I only want to destroy the Xu family. The Empress may refuse, but my sword will not distinguish between friend and foe."

Ye Yun's words were a blatant threat.

The Northern Barbarians are advancing too slowly; we should engage in battle with the Northern Liang sooner rather than later.

Only then could he complete his plan; he believed Chen Zhibao could withstand the Northern Mang army.

Only when the world is in chaos can he establish his own dynasty.

It may seem selfish, but the long-term war has caused unbearable suffering for the people.

"You...! I have one condition."

"Speaking."

Ye Yun, single-handedly, threatened the ruler of a nation, completely overturning the meaning of power.

"Hand over Xu Xiao's head."

Empress Murong made a personal request.

The others present thought this was some kind of scheme by the Empress, but only those who knew the truth could understand the Empress Murong's real purpose.

"If I cannot agree to this, then Xu Xiao's head will be hung in my Ye family ancestral hall to commemorate my father's spirit in heaven."

"Of course you can try sending someone to steal or take it back, then I will personally come and ask the Empress for it."

Ye Yun was determined not to agree to this.

"Ye Yun, don't go too far."

Tuoba Bodhisattva's voice was filled with anger, his fists clenched tightly, as if he was about to lose control and was about to strike.

"Snapped!"

Ye Yun snapped his fingers.

The puppet barbarian stepped out and smashed a large hole in the head of the royal court.

Ye Yun took a step forward, and the small purple sword locked onto Tuoba Bodhisattva. A crimson longsword was hanging upside down above the head of Empress Murong.

An atmosphere of impending doom instantly swept through the entire royal court.

The group of first-rank experts from Northern Mang below hurriedly drew their weapons, their auras locking onto Ye Yun.

If the other side dares to make a move, they will swarm in.

Of all these experts, only Tuoba Bodhisattva caught Ye Yun's eye.

Yuan Qingshan, the national advisor of Northern Mang, dared not move an inch.

Only when one's own strength reaches a certain level can one truly understand how powerful Ye Yun really is.

A siege was completely useless against Ye Yun.

If he wanted to kill Empress Murong, who could stop him?

Outside the royal court, screams of various soldiers could be heard. A puppet at the peak of the Great Vajra Realm was grabbing a stone lion and charging through the army.

The hilt of the sword struck his body, but it couldn't even break through his defenses.

It's practically a killing machine.

In just a few breaths, hundreds of soldiers and armored men were killed.

"stop!"

Empress Murong's voice rang out.

Ye Yun snapped his fingers again.

A man covered in blood walked blankly into the royal court, but none of the surrounding soldiers dared to continue their attack.

Tuoba Bodhisattva broke out in a cold sweat. Who would have thought that Ye Yun would actually turn Xu Longxiang into a puppet, a puppet with the peak combat power of the Great Vajra Realm?

Even he wasn't confident he could destroy the puppet.

"Empress, have you thought it through?"

A threat, a blatant threat.

Empress Murong calmly said:

"Ye Yun, we agree to your request."

The Northern Barbarians yielded.