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Like dominoes, the front of the Mongol charging army collapsed in droves. It wasn't until hundreds had fallen that the column managed to regain its footing. And this fall alone killed nearly a hundred soldiers.

Möngke sat on the imperial carriage, and although he was still quite far away, he could clearly see the white-clad man who had single-handedly halted an army of 50,000.

Mongke leaned forward, scrutinizing Lin Yaoxie closely. Especially the white robes and the large eagle—these suddenly reminded Mongke of something. His heart pounded, and an ominous premonition gripped him, causing him to gasp for breath.

The 50,000-strong Mongol army was completely silent, so Möngke's heavy breathing reached the ears of every Mongol soldier. If the Great Khan was so panicked, the soldiers were naturally even more uncertain.

The Mongol soldiers could sense Möngke's panic, and Lin Yaoxie was certainly aware of it as well.

"Mongke, do you recognize me?" The words, like a thunderclap, rang in Mongke's ears, making his head buzz.

As the Great Khan in his prime, Möngke's memory was quite good. Moreover, just a few days earlier, the wolf god Sharaba had asked him the same question in the same tone.

Möngke, who was half-standing, swayed slightly and then plopped down on the palanquin.

"Who are you?" Mongke shouted with all his might, but the actual volume of his voice was much lower.

“You should recognize me, after all, we had a conversation a few nights ago.” Lin Yaoxie tried his best to calm Mengge down.

Chapter 108: More Painful Than Death [Second Update]

To stand out among Genghis Khan's many grandchildren, Möngke must have had exceptional abilities. Even Kublai Khan, a top-tier figure in both civil and military affairs, had to defer to Möngke's lineage to inherit the Great Khan's throne.

Because Möngke's repeated attacks on Xiangyang failed, and he suffered heavy losses of generals, he never expected that his most trusted warrior would be bribed by Lin Yaoxie. In addition, under Lin Yaoxie's continuous schemes, there were miracles, Ariq Böke, and he even arranged for Ma Guangzuo to save his life.

It was only through a series of stratagems that Möngke suffered a setback. Not only did he risk attacking Xiangyang, but his ambition and desire for glory led him to personally lead the attack, which resulted in his current predicament.

Möngke looked back and saw that several miles away, the Möngke army, which was originally under the command of Ma Guangzuo, not only did not wave its flags and shout, but even put down its banners, as if it wanted to withdraw.

Turning around in despair, he looked at Lin Yaoxie, who stood with his hands behind his back. The world seemed to pale in comparison, and the trajectories of the sun, moon, and stars appeared to be in his grasp.

“You truly are the nemesis of my Great Mongol Empire.” Möngke murmured, speaking in a voice only he could hear.

Lin Yaoxie laughed loudly: "Mengge, it is an unparalleled honor for you to die by my hand today."

"Me, die? Fine, even if I die, I will never surrender and be slaughtered!" Möngke was, after all, a ruthless and ambitious man. Even knowing his fate was sealed, he still fought like a cornered beast.

"Warriors of my Great Mongol Empire! Do not fear the sorcery of this man before you! Join me in storming Xiangyang! My Great Mongol Empire is the ever-shining moon!" With that, Möngke jumped off the palanquin, drew his sword, and charged toward Lin Yaoxie.

Möngke's prestige in the army was unparalleled. Even if the Mongol soldiers were afraid of Lin Yaoxie, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and push forward.

Lin Yaoxie sneered: "Overestimating yourselves. But if you don't charge up, how can I replenish my zombie army?"

Lin Yaoxie opened the second space, and with a 'whoosh,' the thirteen black-clad riders, along with their wolves, appeared.

"Master, can we begin?" Black Dragon, who had been holding back for many years, was already impatient.

"Kill them!" Lin Yaoxie issued the order to kill.

The thirteen Black-Robed Riders charged towards the 50,000-strong Mongol army like arrows released from a bow.

Thirteen riders, three men, and three wolves formed four groups, and a free man ran back and forth to push the four triangular wolf formations into ten wolf formations.

Of course, this daring and roaming figure is none other than Lin Yaoxie's shadow assassin, Hei Long.

Although there were only thirteen riders, they were invincible wherever they went. Each of them wielded a pair of bronze hammers, and anyone they touched was sent flying.

Even more terrifying were the corpse wolves ridden by the thirteen Black Gold Knights. If a Mongol soldier was even slightly touched by the wolf's teeth or claws, he would immediately fall to the ground and never get up again.

Mongke, carrying his battle sword, charged straight at Lin Yaoxie. When he saw the Thirteen Black Riders, he had no further thoughts.

He came here today and never returned, but it wasn't unjust. Just as Lin Yaoxie said, to die at the hands of a sword immortal was his honor.

The thirteen Black Long riders passed by Mongke in perfect unison, none of them attacking him.

It's an unspoken rule that Meng Ge should be left to Lin Yaoxie.

Möngke knew perfectly well that he was no match for Lin Yaoxie. But as the Great Khan of the Mongols, he absolutely could not back down.

"Warriors of Mongolia, even if I die, you must fight to the very end. If any of you dare to retreat, your souls will never be able to return to the grasslands!"

Möngke placed the most terrifying curse on the Mongols.

For Mongolians, if the soul cannot return to the grasslands after death, it is no different from a wandering ghost.

Thus, the tens of thousands of soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, charged relentlessly towards the thirteen riders. But no amount of eggs can break a diamond; their impulsiveness only hastened their descent into zombies.

Mongke finally rushed up to Lin Yaoxie. When the two were only three meters apart, Mongke raised his battle sword.

When they were still two meters apart, Mongke's sword had already swung over his head, aiming to slash at Lin Yaoxie's forehead.

When it was a meter away, Mongke stopped. The battle blade hovered above Lin Yaoxie's head, less than five centimeters from his scalp.

Lin Yaoxie didn't move at all, and a flying sword formed from yellow mud on the ground pierced through Mongke's lung.

A penetrating lung lobe is a fatal wound, but it won't kill you instantly.

You will still die, but the suffering you endure will be many times greater.

The injured person will have difficulty breathing, and then, unable to cry out in pain, will die alone.

Lin Yaoxie wanted to let Mengge die slowly, because he planned to kill his woman!

Lin Yaoxie wanted to kill Mengge so that he couldn't speak; he didn't want to hear the clamor or pleas for mercy from mortals.

Mongke's body went limp, and his legs slowly bent at the knees, about to kneel on the ground.

Lin Yaoxie snorted, and the flying sword that had pierced through Meng Ge's lungs suddenly shot forward. As the flying sword emerged from his body, shooting out a jet of blood, his body also spun 180 degrees backward.

The turn was perfectly timed, and not a single drop of the spurting blood splashed onto Lin Yaoxie.

Möngke knelt on the ground, his vision blurred but not yet dead. His face was directly facing the tens of thousands of soldiers locked in battle with the thirteen horsemen.

“Mongke, watch closely. Your invincible warriors are about to become my prisoners. From now on, they will become my killing machines without even realizing it, including killing the people most important to them.”

As if to verify Lin Yaoxie's words, Mongke saw with his own eyes that the Mongol warrior who had been dead and bitten by the corpse wolf actually came back to life and stood up unsteadily.

The Mongol warrior raised the steel knife he was still gripping tightly as he died, and suddenly plunged it into the back of another Mongol warrior who was completely unprepared and had his back to him.

The soldier, ambushed by his comrade, stared with bewildered and pained eyes at his fellow zombie before dying.

More dead Mongol soldiers were resurrected, and then more living Mongol soldiers died completely.

Mongke didn't want to look anymore; it was a scene more painful than killing him!

He used all his strength to bite off his own tongue. Death came quickly, and Möngke died with his eyes wide open, staring desperately at the battlefield.

Chapter 109: Hibiscus Blossoms [Chapter 3]

For the Mongol soldiers, they not only had to stop the thirteen Black Long riders in front of them, but also had to guard against their zombie comrades who would come back from the dead and stab them in the back.

For Lin Yaoxie, the battlefield was orderly. He watched as the thirteen wolf knights, led by Black Long, charged through the battlefield in their enhanced triangular wolf formation, turning former enemies into allies. This method of fighting to sustain the war effort was his favorite.

While Lu Youjiao was still reeling from the battle, Huang Rong, who was on the city wall, wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

In her view, anything Lin Yaoxie used, no matter how magical or bizarre, became perfectly normal.

He handed the Dog-Beating Stick back to Lu Youjiao, saying, "Let the guards and the Beggars' Clan brothers have a good fight too."

Lu Youjiao then realized what was happening, went down from the city wall, and went to organize the battle.

Huang Rong looked at Lin Yaoxie, who also turned around and looked at her.

The two looked into each other's eyes, with a thousand words to say, but at this moment, it was better to remain silent.

Huang Rong pressed her hand against the city wall and leaped down.

Just then, the city gates opened, and the guards of Xiangyang rushed out to join a battle to beat a drowning dog.

Lin Yaoxie walked towards the Xiangyang guards, and Huang Rong followed the flow of guards to meet him.

The two covered a distance of several hundred meters in the time it takes to burn half an incense stick. Leaving aside Lin Yaoxie's ability to travel a thousand meters in an instant, even Huang Rong could cross water as easily as strolling in a garden. Normally, this distance would never have taken them so long.

At this moment, Huang Rong felt both anticipation and fear. The images of Guo Jing and Lin Yaoxie kept shifting in her mind.

Lin Yaoxie was well aware of Huang Rong's complicated emotions, so he walked slowly to give her enough time to make a decision.

With her head down and her heart pounding with trepidation, Huang Rong finally walked to Lin Yaoxie's side. She stared at Lin Yaoxie's toes, like a future husband she was meeting for the first time, filled with both anticipation and confusion.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted and she saw another pair of toes. Compared to Lin Yaoxie's toes, those toes were several sizes smaller. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the pink shoes were none other than her daughter Guo Fu's shoes.

Huang Rong looked up and saw Guo Fu, who was clinging to Lin Yaoxie's arm.

"Fu'er, are you alright? Is everything alright?" Although it had only been ten days since she last saw her daughter, Huang Rong, who missed her daughter terribly, felt as if more than ten years had passed.

Guo Fu was also a little excited. She let go of Lin Yaoxie and threw herself into Huang Rong's arms: "Mother, Fu'er missed you!"

A thousand words are not as good as one sentence: Huang Rong, who had just wiped away her tears, was once again in tears with her daughter.

Lin Yaoxie coughed slightly, and the mother and daughter then managed to control their emotions.

At this moment, they were on the front lines of two armies, with tens of thousands of troops fighting in a chaotic and noisy manner. Although no one noticed the three of them, they should indeed exercise restraint.

"Mom, come with us," Guo Fu said, grabbing Huang Rong's hand.

"I...no..." Huang Rong said through gritted teeth, against her will.

Guo Fu covered Huang Rong's mouth with her hand: "Mother, are you still thinking about my heartless father? He actually let Da Wu and Xiao Wu treat me like that. He has no confidence in treating me as his daughter at all."

Huang Rong fell silent. Indeed, not only in matters concerning his daughter, but Guo Jing, having lost his martial arts skills, had become a completely different person.

He, a true hero who serves his country and its people, is now cowardly and bows to power. How pathetic and lamentable! Is this still the man Huang Rong loved?

Huang Rong pried Guo Fu's hands away: "I've given up on your father too, but Fu'er, I still..."

Guo Fu covered Huang Rong's mouth again, and with great courage, she said with a flushed face, "I already know about you and Brother Lin. Mother, I, I don't care. A man like Brother Lin should, should have more than one woman."

By the end, Guo Fu's words were barely audible. Even so, her soft, mosquito-like whispers completely untangled Huang Rong's inner turmoil.

She looked at Lin Yaoxie, who had remained silent.

The latter looked at her tenderly and stretched out his arm, pulling Huang Rong into his embrace in front of Guo Fu and tens of thousands of people in the midst of the chaos.

"Rong'er, come here. I, Lin Yaoxie, will take good care of you and your daughter."

Huang Rong did not struggle, but she still sighed.

"Demon, can you promise me you'll spare his life?" Huang Rong asked, her lips brushing against Lin Yaoxie's Adam's apple.

Then she felt the powerful masculine Adam's apple tremble: "No!"

Lin Yaoxie's refusal was firm, leaving no room for negotiation, directly extinguishing Huang Rong's desire to continue pleading for Guo Jing.

"With a formidable enemy at hand, he shuts himself away, showing absolutely no integrity befitting a city leader. What use is such a cowardly person to remain in the world?" Lin Yaoxie spoke with an air of righteous indignation.