Chapter 997: Chapter 928: What Is Real?
Ding Kucha roared angrily in the direction of the people coming from Zhang San’s side, then imdiately realized a problem.
Why am I explaining this to him?
Why don’t I just kill him directly!
Now on the grasslands, the two legitimate Khans are gone. Besides , who else is qualified to inherit the Khan’s position!
“Warriors of the grasslands, it’s ti to protect your Khan!”
After Ding Kucha shouted, he looked over towards Zhang San’s direction.
Facing Zhang San, Ding Kucha wasn’t worried about anything.
After all, Zhang San is from the Great Sui, not their Tujue.
As long as it’s an outsider, he could have a hundred and eight excuses to get all the Tujue on the grasslands to help him deal with Zhang San.
However, when he saw the cavalry from Zhang San’s side swarming over the hills like a tidal wave, Ding Kucha got a little flustered.
After all, this ti he only brought thirty thousand n.
He even had only a third of them as cavalry in order to ambush Sharlobi and Dashi Bian.
But the sixty thousand of Zhang San’s side were all cavalry.
After a wave of charge, at least half of Ding Kucha’s n were gone.
At this mont, Ding Kucha was completely stunned.
Although he had previously received news that the Great Sui had sent Zhang San to help Dashi Bian.
But he was pondering how many people the Great Sui could send.
Yet he never expected that not only were there many, but these people were extrely brave.
At this mont, Kucha Shahhan leaped and charged at Zhang San in the battleground.
“Zhang San, let’s decide the victor!”
Zhang San looked towards the voice and realized that Kucha Shahhan had already broken through to the Purple Mansion Realm.
“I am the victor! I don’t really know or care what gender you are.”
Hearing Zhang San’s words, Kucha Shahhan was furious: “Zhang San, prepare to die!”
As he finished speaking, Kucha Shahhan rushed at Zhang San, his large blade chopping down from above, the cultivation of the Purple Mansion Realm propelling a powerful Blade Gang straight towards Zhang San’s head.
Zhang San looked up at Kucha Shahhan.
The next mont, a Horizontal Blade on the battlefield was swept by Zhang San’s Qi and landed in his hand.
A blade light rose, and Kucha Shahhan was directly blown away in mid-air.
Kucha Shahhan, who just a mont ago felt sure he would win, couldn’t have imagined this.
With just one slash, Zhang San defeated him completely.
At this mont, Kucha Shahhan, lying on the ground, widened his eyes and looked at Zhang San walking towards him step by step in utter shock.
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I have already broken through to the Purple Mansion Realm, you haven’t, how can you be stronger than ?”
Zhang San glanced at Kucha Shahhan lying on the ground, feeling that this was a pitiful person.
“Before you die, let tell you the truth. Actually, your talent is average, and your strength isn’t that strong; there are many in the younger generation on the grasslands stronger than you. It’s just that your big brother is Ding Kucha, and you used to be a henchman of Sharlobi. So a lot of talents have gathered around you, speaking well of you. Did you really think you were that strong?”
At that instant, lying on the ground, Kucha Shahhan spurted out a mouthful of blood.
“Impossible! I clearly have strong strength! In the younger generation, how many have broken through to the Purple Mansion Realm? Only ! Only !”
Zhang San pursed his lips and said to Kucha Shahhan: “Do you think… is it possible that your Purple Mansion Realm is built entirely on the accumulation of a large amount of cultivation resources, not your own strength?”
At these words, Kucha Shahhan was struck like a lightning bolt.
“But back then… back then I fought evenly with you… I… I…”
Zhang San sighed deeply.
How did this person still not understand what was going on until now.
Zhang San picked up the Mo Blade at his waist, as the Spear had already sensed the aura of the Calamity Position on the opponent.
Back then, Zhang San handed over the Calamity Position of Aggressive Warfare he obtained to the Spear, and the Spear constantly strengthened itself using this Calamity. If it could consu other Calamity Positions, it could naturally beco even stronger.
So the final slash must be completed by the Spear.
Zhang San whispered, “Because from the beginning, I was giving way to you. To make you swell, to make you feel truly invincible, even to make many on the grasslands think so. Only in this way can I raise you high, and then…”
Spurt——
Hearing this, Kucha Shahhan was utterly in despair.
He couldn’t understand why he kept being deceived.
“What is true then? You tell ! What is true?”
Spurt!
Zhang San’s Mo Blade directly stabbed into Kucha Shahhan’s chest, and instantly, the Calamity Position shattered, transforming into countless Calamity Power and rging into the Spear.
“You’re going to die, that’s the truth!”
At this mont, on the battlefield, Ding Kucha’s troops were being massacred by the Great Sui Army in a crazed and brutal fashion.
After all, these sixty thousand n had been holding back for a very long ti, relying on this battle to earn so military rits.
At this mont, Ding Kucha never expected that the situation would end like this.
Originally, he thought ambushing Dashi Bian and Sharlobi here was very wise.
But never did he expect that Zhang San would co with his n.
If he had known, he might have stayed at ho; maybe when Zhang San and the others arrived, he could surrender directly, which might have resulted in fewer casualties than now.
And just as Ding Kucha was thinking about how to call his brother to break out with him, he suddenly noticed that not far away, Kucha Shahhan had been ended with a slash by Zhang San.
“No——”
Ding Kucha imdiately rushed towards his brother’s corpse on the ground.
“My brother!”
At this mont, Ding Kucha hugged his brother’s body and cried bitterly.
“Why? Why does Heaven take my brother’s life! I surrender! Isn’t it enough if I surrender? I surrendered… uh uh uh…”
Because the surroundings had long fallen into chaos, even if Ding Kucha cried and shouted here, many of his troops couldn’t hear.
Moreover, they were on the losing side now, what right did they have to call for a stop.
“Zhang San! I don’t want anything! I don’t want anything… I just beg you to spare my tribe mbers, let them go ho and reunite with their families, okay?”
Ding Kucha pleaded to Zhang San while crawling a few steps forward on his knees, reaching Zhang San’s feet.
Just as Zhang San was about to agree, Ding Kucha, kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang up, pulling out a curved knife from his waist and thrusting it towards Zhang San’s chest.
Spurt——
Zhang San did not move, but the Spear directly struck Ding Kucha in the chest.
Originally, Zhang San had considered letting Ding Kucha be the next Tujue Khan, just worried about his age and the subsequent issues with inheritance if he died.
But who could have imagined that this old guy would court death in such a way.
At this mont, Zhang San looked towards the east.
This grassland was about to welco a new Khan.
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