In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
And in these three days, whether it was the Northern Expedition Army of the Central Plains, or the several hundred thousand troops remaining to the three Great Royal Courts, there was no further movent; everyone knew very clearly.
The real great battle was about to arrive!
No one dared to slack off, and no one dared to take it lightly.
This was a true life-and-death decisive battle; the outco would determine the future stance between the Central Plains and the Grassland.
If the Grassland won, they could still hold the Grassland, accumulate strength, and wait for a future opportunity.
If the Central Plains won, they would completely suppress the Grassland, pressing them down for at least several hundred years so they could not lift their heads, just like Grand Ancestor Chu a thousand years ago.
The north wind howled, icy to the bone.
Because they were not far from the snowfields, the cold wind from there naturally blew over as well; the originally verdant grassland around them was now bare and withered.
This had been gnawed out by warhorses, cattle, and sheep, bit by bit.
Looking down from high in the air, one could clearly see two torrents stretching beyond sight, facing each other.
The Northern Expedition Army’s black armor billowed, Long Spear stood in solemn ranks, faces expressionless; as if under this imnse atmosphere, even the warhorses were no longer snorting heavily, rely grinding their hooves against the ground.
Before the Black Armored Army, there was likewise a torrent blocking in front of them; this was the coalition ford from many Tribes of the Grassland, now the servant army of the Northern Expedition Army.
Curved sabers swung, Bloodthirst flickering in their eyes.
The ones who struck the hardest were always one’s own people; they had thrown in with the Central Plains, and for the sake of future glory and wealth, they had to display their value in this battle.
Whether they would be eating at or eating grass in the days to co depended entirely on their own ability.
Dozens of figures stood in a line; the weakest among them had Cultivation at the Primordial Spirit Level of a True Master.
The other side was the sa; this ti the coalition of the three Great Royal Courts had also emptied their foundations, bringing forth the truly elite core of the Royal Courts.
Each had drawn a cut across their own face, eyes firm, as if using this way to express their resolve to fight with their backs to the snow.
The powerhouses of the Royal Court likewise stood in the void; each radiated a powerful Vitality of Killing, eyes full of grim resolve, fixed on the torrent opposite.
The three Great Khans and the two Priests were all present.
Within a re ten or so miles, over a million n had gathered, yet not a single one made a clamor; the cold wind ceaselessly sweeping between heaven and earth was the only sound.
It was as if at this mont, everyone bore a great mountain upon their backs, appearing... extrely silent.
In truth, such a head‑on clash of two armies, smashing directly into each other, was exceedingly rare in war, for the losses were enormous; but in this case, there was no avoiding it.
The Northern Barbarian Royal Court had no retreat and could only fight; and with an Earth Immortal mighty one present, even if they wanted to use so tricks it would be difficult, simply impossible to deceive heaven and earth.
The Northern Expedition Army, on the other hand, possessed a large number of servant troops to use as cannon fodder, and had no fear of facing a frontal slaughter.
Indeed, in the eyes of several at the top, the more people died the better; after all, what was being consud was the living strength of the Northern Barbarian Prairie, making it easier to control the Grassland in the future.
At last, who knew how long had passed—perhaps a quarter of an hour, or perhaps only a few breaths—when a bright radiance suddenly flared between heaven and earth, turning into a pillar of light that pierced sky and earth.
It stirred the winds and clouds, causing Primordial Energy to surge; a vast pressure swept the world. Everyone raised their heads to look, only to see a tall, straight figure standing between the Heavenly Vault.
The Heavenly Khan of the Northern Barbarian Prairie, Huang Ji!
He gazed at the dark torrent below, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:
"This Khan is here—may the Regent King of the Central Plains co forth to et !"
His mighty voice bood like thunder, resounding between heaven and earth, rolling out like a torrential flood toward all directions, reaching the ears of every person present without the slightest error.
"I have been waiting for you for quite so ti."
In an instant, a faint voice rang out in response. Just a hundred zhang in front of Huang Ji, a young man in black sat upon a golden dragon‑patterned chair, looking at him.
It was Chen Yuan!
A hundred‑zhang distance, appearing in front of him without a sound—Huang Ji’s eyes narrowed at once, his heart sinking even further as he realized that Chen Yuan now seed even stronger than at their last eting.
It was simply unbelievable!
In just a few short months, such a trendous change had occurred; his talent was rarely seen in all the world, perhaps even surpassing that nightmare of the Grassland.
Grand Ancestor Chu!
"You intend to kill ?"
Hearing this, Chen Yuan let out a light chuckle. If he did not want to kill him, why bother with such a roundabout ga?
"You also intend to kill this king, do you not?"
"King Yan, this Khan admits I am indeed no match for you."
"And then?"
"If possible, this Khan hopes the Central Plains and the Grassland can cease fighting and make peace, returning to amity," Huang Ji suddenly said.
"It seems you were the one who challenged this king to battle, were you not?"
Chen Yuan gazed at him calmly, neither sad nor joyful.
"Yes, but... as far as this Khan knows, the Demon race of the Southern Border is now pressing in on a grand scale. A million Demon Soldiers seek to enter the Central Plains, with several Demon Gods aiding them. Regent King, why must you and my Northern Barbarians fight to the death?
Better to cease war and make peace. From this day forth, the Grassland will acknowledge the Central Plains as suzerain and pay tribute. This Khan can also stand as brothers with you—you as elder brother, this Khan as younger. Thus, you and I together
can thoroughly control the entire Human World. Is that not better than endless slaughter? What is more, this Khan’s title of Heavenly Khan, I can even yield it to you—Lord of the Human World.
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