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Faced with Huyan Lie's clamor in front of the battle, Su Zhe, sitting calmly under the dragon flag, did not even lift his eyelids.

He picked up the teacup on the table, his fingertips brushing against the warm cup, and then he lowered his head to blow away the floating leaves on the water.

The desperate challenge, to his ears, was as light as a passing breeze.

This disregard is more humiliating than a thousand words.

"Su Zhe! You coward! Are you scared?!"

Seeing that Su Zhe refused to fight, Hu Yanlie intensified his insults, using vulgar and offensive language to humiliate him in an attempt to anger the high and mighty Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"You Southerners are all cowardly cowards! You only deserve to hide behind women! If you have the guts, come out and fight me to the death!"

"come out!"

The Northern Barbarian soldiers behind him, seeing their Great Chanyu so "brave" and daring to challenge an army of 100,000, calmed their previously restless morale somewhat.

In the eyes of many, the worship of the strong has been rekindled.

On the grasslands, warriors are revered.

In their view, Huyan Lie, who dared to challenge powerful enemies, was worthy of the title of Great Chanyu.

"Your Majesty, this humble general requests permission to go and take this barbarian's head, and present it before you!"

Chen Baipao, standing beside Su Zhe, looked cold and took the initiative to ask for instructions.

In his view, such vulgar and clown-like shouting was a great provocation to His Majesty's dignity.

Su Zhe waved his hand and finally put down his teacup.

He spoke, his tone calm, uttering a few words that the generals behind him heard clearly.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

After speaking, he turned his head, his gaze passing over Chen Baipao and landing on the tribal chiefs behind him who had just surrendered and were now displaying complex expressions.

"Which of you is willing to take his head for me?"

Upon hearing this, all the tribal chiefs were stunned.

They looked at each other and saw hesitation and apprehension in each other's eyes.

Let them persuade him to surrender; that's fine.

Let them wave flags and shout slogans, that's fine too.

But to send them into a real, bloody battle with Huyan Lie...

Although Huyan Lie's power had waned, he was still the younger brother of the former Great Chanyu and the nominal master of the Northern Barbarian royal court.

The royal guards behind him were the last elite force of the Northern Barbarians.

Nobody wanted to be the first to stick their neck out and take on Huyan Lie, this tough nut to crack.

If they lose, they will not only lose face in front of their new master, but also weaken their tribe.

Even if they win, they will inevitably be branded as "master killers," and how will they ever be able to stand on the grasslands again?

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

No one stepped forward voluntarily.

Su Zhe didn't urge them; his gaze swept across the face of each tribal chief.

His calm gaze sent chills down the spines of everyone who looked at him.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the chieftain of the Qingyang tribe.

The middle-aged man from the grasslands who was the first to surrender and the most proactive.

"Chieftain," Su Zhe's voice was calm, "Didn't you say you wanted to become the new master of the grasslands?"

The chieftain of the Qingyang tribe trembled and hurriedly bowed, saying, "This humble one dares not..."

"If I give you permission to dare, then you dare."

Su Zhe interrupted him, extending a finger and pointing towards the figure in golden armor at the mouth of the valley.

"Now, the opportunity is right in front of you."

"His head is the stepping stone for you to ascend the throne."

"Go, take it down. Prove to everyone on the grasslands that you are more qualified than him to rule this land."

Su Zhe's words struck the heart of the Qingyang tribe chief.

He understood immediately.

This is a test from Su Zhe!

This is also his last chance to prove his loyalty!

It was also a crucial step in whether he could rise from an ordinary tribal chief to become the "King of the Grasslands" appointed by the Great Qian Dynasty!

Alternatively, if you miss this opportunity, you may become just another ordinary person among the many tribes in the future.

Either seize this opportunity and use Huyan Lie's blood to stain your future!

He glanced at Su Zhe, who sat indifferently on the command post, and then at Hu Yanlie, who was swaggering in the distance.

Without further hesitation, he drew his curved sword from his waist with a clang.

The blade gleamed white in the sunlight.

He turned to face his tribesmen, the warriors who had just surrendered, their faces still showing confusion and unease, and shouted with all his might:

"Warriors of the Green Sheep Tribe!"

"The Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty gave us a new home and hope for survival!"

"Now, it's time for us to defend our glory in the way of the grasslands!"

"That coward who usurped the throne is right ahead! His head will be our first sacrifice to the new era!"

"For our new home, charge with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and launched a resolute charge towards Huyan Lie.

"Charge!"

Inspired by the chieftain's words and the promise of a "new homeland," thousands of elite cavalrymen of the Qingyang tribe shouted and followed closely behind him, transforming into a torrent of blue water that swept towards the mouth of the valley.

A bloody battle of fratricide between grassland people unfolded right before Su Zhe's eyes.

Huyan Lie at the mouth of the valley had never expected things to turn out this way.

He challenged Su Zhe, but those who rushed out were his former "ally".

This humiliation of being betrayed, ignored, and treated like prey drove him to the brink of madness.

"Traitors! You damned traitors!"

Enraged, his eyes bloodshot, he raised his scimitar and roared at the royal guards behind him, "Kill them! Tear these traitors who have betrayed the Wolf God to shreds!"

"kill!"

The thousands of royal guards were the last elite force of the Northern Barbarians.

They roared and met the cavalry of the Qingyang tribe.

The two torrents of the grassland collided violently.

In an instant, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The scimitars clashed, producing a piercing sound.

Warhorses collided with each other, emitting mournful cries.

This is the most primitive and savage battle.

There were no formations, no tactics, only a clash of courage and grit.

Su Zhe and the Daqian army behind him remained on the sidelines.

They stood in the center of the formation, unmoved as mountains, treating the infighting among the grassland tribes before them as a theatrical spectacle to entertain.

Generals Chen Baipao and others stood behind Su Zhe, watching the scene of "driving a tiger to devour a wolf" before them, their awe of this young emperor deepened even further.

Without firing a single shot, and with just a few words, they instigated infighting among the grassland tribes.

This preserved the strength of their core forces while simultaneously deepening the hatred and rifts among the grassland tribes in the most direct way, making it impossible for them to unite and fight against the Great Qian.

This imperial power politics is ruthless, yet highly effective.

The battle was exceptionally fierce.

The royal guards were, after all, battle-hardened elites. Although they were outnumbered, their individual combat strength was greater, and their fighting style was more fearless and ruthless.

The charge by the Qingyang tribe was quickly contained.

The two sides were locked in a fierce and protracted battle, with casualties rising rapidly.

Although the chieftain of the Qingyang tribe was brave, he gradually felt the pressure, and his offensive began to slow down, showing signs of being overwhelmed.

Just then, Su Zhe, who had been silent all along, finally made a new move.

He did not send the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry or the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry to reinforce him.

His gaze slowly shifted to the other side, landing on the White Horse tribe leader who was also observing the battle.

He spoke in a tone so flat it revealed no emotion:

"What are you waiting for?"