The Xiongnu warrior whose faceplate was lifted showed no fear, only satisfaction with a hearty laugh.
"Hahaha, the King, the King has now gone to the Golden Tent City."
"Cough cough, you are late, still too late..."
The Xiongnu Royal City is also the only gathering place for the nomadic grazers, the Xiongnu, three hundred years ago, where the prairie king aspired to build the prairie pearl to illuminate the descendants, unlike the cities of Great Qin or the Western Regions.
But this does not diminish the grandeur of this city.
At the center of this city is the sun-like golden royal tent, radiating outwards, first are the tents of the Great Khan Kings, then the Great Nobility, Great Generals, leaders, herdsmen, layer upon layer spreading outward, needing no walls, no houses built with stones, only the tents of herdsmen, tens of thousands clustered together, embracing the golden tent.
Every winter, glaciers stream down from the edges of the snow mountains on both sides.
The sun rises from the east, and the golden flakes on the golden tent reflect dazzling golden light.
This is the most majestic city in the world.
Early in the morning, the Great Prince led a troop of thousands out of the Royal City, hundreds of flags billowing in the wind like clouds in the sky.
Si Zong, from The Number One Manor in the World, always hid his identity, living in the golden tent royal city, seemingly an ordinary herdsman, with a skillful wrestling technique, but when there's even a slight shift in the Jianghu around the golden tent, he uses his channels to relay information to Great Qin.
How could he pass up such an event?
Early on, he drove his cattle and sheep, together with familiar friends, to graze outside.
White sheep leisurely scattered across the gentle grassland, on the mountaintop, like clouds floating in the green sky.
From afar, he could see the surging royal flags, casually talking to familiar herdsmen, secretly pondering he need not hide, for even among the Xiongnu tribe, warriors on horseback, holding knives and bows, singing on the prairie, are curious about the upcoming events.
Khan King Dichi appears in the Loulan of the Western Regions with troops outside, even the Xiongnu King, unless prepared to confront the Great Qin's Xuanwu army, would not show up, only secretly assist by sending other people, dispatch Jianghu folk, but once entering the golden tent royal city and accepting the golden scroll, they become comrades under the protection of the Xiongnu King.
Outside they may ignore, but within, killing means Great Qin challenges the Xiongnu.
Matters between nations cannot afford the slightest negligence and complacency.
From afar, he saw a few riders charging out, grazing on the high slope of the prairie, saw the fluttering flags rushing forward suddenly, like clouds descending from the sky, felt a bit regretful.
Looks like ultimately failed—
Couldn't act before the Xiongnu King presented the golden scroll, Xiongnu seemed reasonable, actually most unreasonable, once accepting the golden scroll, gave them a reason and excuse to protect Khan King Dichi.
Though failed, despite failing...
Still, no one dares to underestimate him.
Si Zong sighed in his heart.
Even in this distant Northern Frontier, intertwined interests, hatred disregarded here, but the warriors still highly respect that person in recent days during conversations here.
The Great Prince of the Xiongnu charged out, saw the once spirited, now embarrassed Khan King Dichi.
With mixed emotions, days passed like years, he sighed lightly, helped Khan King Dichi up, washed his face clean with a golden basin, then took out the golden scroll, smiling comfortingly.
Khan King Dichi bit the skin of his fingertip, blood oozed out, stained with dirt, ready to press onto the golden scroll, knowing the cost he's about to pay, but showing no hesitation, once compared to life and death, any cost means nothing.
But he didn't press down, his palm made the gesture to press down.
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Seemingly slicing through the distance between heaven and earth instantly, Khan King Dichi's thumb was directly severed.
Sharp light slashed over the frozen smile of the Great Prince.
Stuck into the ground, light slowly dispersed inch by inch, it was a sword, a sword scabbard.
The sword scabbard shattered with the flowing light from the tail.
"Quick! Protect His Highness!"
"Protect His Highness!"
A man in Xiongnu robes charged out, qi mechanics vast beyond measure.
Meanwhile, the Great Prince grabbed Khan King Dichi, who endured pain, attempting to press his palm onto the golden scroll, horses neighed incessantly.
The Grandmaster charged into the formation, a thousand iron cavalry.
Wang Anfeng's eyes lowered, clad in a cyan robe, the combat will spanning thirty-seven thousand miles here rose slowly.
Right hand diagonally holding the longsword, though unsheathed, the heavy qi mechanism formed a sword scabbard, firmly locking its sharpness, at that instant, time seemed to slow, he could see Khan King Dichi afar, and clearly see the approaching Grandmaster.
Twenty years of lingering calamity.
Seized the sword at Loulan, stepped into the frontier.
Divine Martial's residual soul shattered completely.
Old General Zhang Duo, exhausted to death.