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Chapter 141: Just Like That
For the sake of the hundreds of Professionals who dared to follow him into the million-strong army, even if it meant killing Ye Huan, he would not retract the thirty-five Type 99 main battle tanks from the Summoning Book. Otherwise, without the thick armor protection of the tanks in enemy territory, Ye Huan could hardly imagine what kind of consequences would ensue, let alone that it was a demand from his old rival, Xuan Ziming.
With concerns in his heart, Ye Huan simply shouted out loud. Though his voice was not deafening, it rang clearly in the ears of the hundred Professionals, causing them to gather just ten meters behind him.
As the rumbling sound echoed, following Ye Huan's command, the thirty-five tanks rolled forward. The drivers inside were all new recruits who had just arrived and were still inexperienced, causing the tanks to move somewhat unsteadily. However, their sheer number created an impressive sight like a torrent of steel, enough to prevent the Southern Xiongnu Empire's forces from laughing at them.
After a couple of minutes, the thirty-five Type 99 main battle tanks came to a halt behind Ye Huan. It seemed that the Professionals inside were trying to figure out how to operate the tanks. Occasionally, they would turn the turrets as if they were generals surveying the battlefield. Ironically, it was now the million-strong army of the Southern Xiongnu Empire that had become the subjects of this 'general's' inspection.
Nodding in satisfaction at how quickly these Professionals had adapted to operating the tanks in just a few minutes, Ye Huan turned his head to look at Xuan Ziming, who was staring intently at the tanks. With a smile, he asked, "Sovereign? Can you now tell us about our deal?"
Hearing Ye Huan's respectful tone, Xuan Ziming felt a strong undertone of sarcasm in his words. However, glancing at those powerful tanks out of the corner of his eye made him suppress his rising anger. He resolved that as long as he could persuade Ye Huan to leave this time, he would send people to investigate what secrets lay within that dark box.
After calming his turbulent emotions and focusing on Ye Huan standing close by, Xuan Ziming slowly articulated what he considered a deal. He addressed Ye Huan directly: "Ye Huan, with China in its current state of defeat, relying solely on your strength to confront my million-strong army is nothing but a delusion. Right now, you have two paths before you: First, submit to my Southern Xiongnu Empire. I will grant you a position above thousands and ensure you enjoy endless glory and wealth. Second, leave China and refrain from meddling in worldly affairs; otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
As coldness gradually crept into his eyes, Ye Huan suddenly realized that Xuan Ziming was indeed a true emperor. Even with thirty-five dark cannon muzzles capable of launching attacks at any moment behind him, Xuan Ziming showed no sign of fear. Compared to Zhao Wujie, who had already passed away, he was entirely different—making it impossible for anyone to underestimate him.
As if oblivious to Ye Huan's cold gaze, Xuan Ziming smiled slightly and waved his hand. Behind him, many generals stepped forward in succession, not many in number—about a hundred. Among them, the least was a Level Five Professional, while the highest ranked was no less than a Ninth-Level Practitioner. Observing their willingness to step forward at such a moment, it was clear that they had devoted themselves entirely to Xuan Ziming, ready to sell their lives for this emperor.
"Ye Huan, if you refuse, these people could infiltrate the royal capital at any time and kill your family whom you rescued from my palace."
Without looking at Ye Huan, Xuan Ziming spoke these words. He seemed to imagine how Ye Huan would have to bow and scrape to him for the sake of his family. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Lingxiao beside him suddenly changed his expression, looking exceptionally grim, as if he were witnessing a grave mistake made by the soon-to-be greatest emperor of the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
"Disaster does not reach family," in the context of war between nations, this phrase seemed trivial. What means would Xuan Ziming hesitate to use to obtain Huaxia Nation? What means could he not employ? Moreover, Ye Huan's family was indeed his Achilles' heel; this approach was undoubtedly correct. Yet, he severely underestimated the capabilities of a Cultivator.
In Xuan Ziming's eyes, perhaps Ye Huan's ability to injure Lingxiao as a Cultivator was merely due to luck rather than any clever tricks. However, Lingxiao understood that once a Cultivator reached the Golden Core stage, they possessed formidable abilities—especially when their weakness was being used as leverage against them.
As Lingxiao expected, upon hearing Xuan Ziming's words, Ye Huan laughed heartily. Relaxing his grip on the Flame Sun Sword, it instantly transformed into an afterimage and swiftly reached the loyal generals before Xuan Ziming. With a gentle swipe across their necks, heads rolled one after another from their bodies, landing perfectly at Xuan Ziming's feet. Only then did he speak: "I never expected that I once thought you were a great emperor, Xuan Ziming. Now it seems you are nothing remarkable."
The Flame Sun Sword returned, blood spraying forth as numerous headless corpses fell to the ground, splattering snowflakes everywhere. The bright red blood contrasted sharply against the white ground, creating a shocking scene.
At that moment, Xuan Ziming was stunned; countless soldiers witnessing this scene were equally dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, over a hundred Professionals had been wiped out by a single sword strike. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would hardly believe that someone like Ye Huan existed in this world.
Lingxiao could only smile bitterly; over a hundred Professionals had lost their lives just so that Xuan Ziming could realize the power of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator. Was this worth it?
Lingxiao couldn't find an answer, nor could Xuan Ziming comprehend why Ye Huan—once hunted by Ninth-Level Practitioners in the palace—had become so terrifying now.
Just as everyone present fell into silence, Ye Huan suddenly spoke up with few words: "You have three days to withdraw your troops! Otherwise, you can imagine the consequences."
After speaking, Ye Huan cast a deep glance at Lingxiao and walked over to a tank nearby. He knocked on its sturdy armor and then climbed inside when the top hatch opened. It wasn't that he didn't want to eliminate this person who had once forced him into exile; it was simply that Ye Huan—being a Golden Core Stage Cultivator himself—knew well that Lingxiao's injuries were not serious at all. Moreover, up until now, Lingxiao hadn't even summoned his magical treasures; in a fight, it would likely be Ye Huan who suffered losses since all his assets had already been exposed.
The roar echoed once more. Although Ye Huan had not fulfilled Kujirou's wish from the previous night, he had at least played the role of a carefree hero. With a hundred against a million, he advanced calmly, unstoppable, and when it was over, no one dared to obstruct him. It wouldn't be long before this battle would spread throughout the entire land of Jiuzhou!
Watching Ye Huan lead his men away, a seemingly high-ranking general in the army cautiously approached Xuan Ziming. Thinking himself clever, he whispered, "Sovereign, should we not intercept them and slowly grind them down with our million-strong army?"
Xuan Ziming rolled his eyes in despair as he glanced at this general who had once been unworthy of speaking to him. He then looked at the heads of the hundreds of loyal generals on the ground. For some reason, at that moment, Xuan Ziming felt as if he had lost the motivation to continue fighting.
Weakly waving his hand at the general, Xuan Ziming turned to walk towards the tent. After a moment, as if struck by a thought, he turned back and said to Lingxiao, "Lingxiao, come with me..."
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