Chapter 281 We must get on the bus first.

"Those things are still too far away from me."

Zheng Wan's gaze was firm as her red lips parted slightly, saying:

"My Lord, if you push me too hard, aren't you afraid that Yan Chu will come knocking on your door one day?"

"You might as well think about it carefully. Since Yan Chu's debut, how many people who fought him have met a good end? Even the Buddha's Son of Nalanda Temple was killed on a whim."

"When that time comes, who will be left by your side to plead for mercy for you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, She Zhijiu's expression changed slightly.

He couldn't help but recall the last time in Tongzhou Prefecture, when Yan Chu slaughtered Supreme Grandmasters like chickens and slashed Awakening to emptiness with his blade.

If it weren't for Zheng Wan, his long-time subordinate and confidante, and his daughter She Manman, his end would surely have been death.

Although he had been forced to eavesdrop from the corner for several days, his life was ultimately preserved.

If he truly provoked Yan Chu and the man came killing, could the Celestials of the Southern Wei and Prime Minister Xiao protect him? Which woman by his side could win his favor again?

She Zhijiu's eyes flickered with uncertainty. Finally, he let out a long sigh and said:

"Forget it! A forced melon isn't sweet. You may go!"

"From now on, there is no longer any connection between us!"

As he said this, She Zhijiu could not hide the sadness in his heart.

He had known Zheng Wan for decades, yet in the end, he could only get her to call him 'My Lord'; he could never walk into her heart.

That Yan Chu had only spent a few days with Zheng Wan, yet he had completely conquered her from the inside out, making her willing to follow him with unwavering devotion.

Truly...

Damn it!

In the future, if I encounter any woman, I must get on the bus first!

Hearing that She Zhijiu was finally willing to let her leave, Zheng Wan breathed a small sigh of relief.

If possible, she truly did not want to come to blows with She Zhijiu.

Even setting aside that faint, lingering affection between them, their decades of friendship made her reluctant to have a total falling out.

Zheng Wan gave a formal bow, then turned around immediately. Her skirts fluttered as she transformed into a streak of purple light, flying toward the horizon.

She did not take She Manman with her.

As She Zhijiu's most beloved daughter, Manman would surely be kept by his side for personal protection during such chaotic times; he certainly wouldn't let her leave.

...

Northern Mang, Guer Mountain.

This was the mountain range where the Murong Clan resided.

Among the five great clans of Northern Mang, the Xiao Family was the consort clan; almost every generation of Empress came from the Xiao Family.

The Murong Clan was a servant clan to the royal Luan Di Clan.

The commanders of the Imperial Guard throughout the generations were mostly members of the Murong Clan. To the Khan of Beiman, the Murong Clan was the most trustworthy of the five great clans.

When Yan Chu's Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Great Art reached the Shattering Vajra level, his Primordial Spirit could observe all of heaven and earth. Every Celestial in all of Northern Mang had nowhere to hide from his eyes.

Now, Luan Di Tianye was waiting there with a group of Northern Mang Celestials.

His Khan's royal tent was on Guer Mountain. The Murong Clan offered up the most beautiful women and the most mellow wine of their Family to entertain the most noble Khan.

Yan Chu knew that the Khan of Beiman had also discovered him.

When he was peering at those three flowers, Luan Di Tianye was the only one who did not restrain his aura. This not only represented his immense self-confidence but also confirmed his personality traits.

"This Khan is right here waiting for you. Let's see if you dare to come!"

As a Celestial standing at the peak of the world, should one go to the various tribes of Northern Mang to slaughter those Mortals below the Celestial level, or go to battle the most powerful Khan of Northern Mang?

This choice seemed to require little thought.

"Northern Mang is different from the Great Jin Dynasty; it is in a period of flourishing Luck. As the Khan of Beiman, although Luan Di Tianye took the throne by killing his father, he has gained the submission of many Northern Mang tribes and carries the thick Luck of Northern Mang upon him."

"Are you confident you can defeat him head-on?"

Pure white snow covered the vast grasslands. The whistling wind swept fragments of ice across the boundless world as three figures came walking through the snow.

Yan Chu was still dressed in those black brocade robes. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face and a heroic bearing.

Luo Jin stood side by side with him, barely any shorter than Yan Chu.

She had almond eyes and a fine nose. Her skin was whiter than the snowflakes drifting in the sky, and her lustrous, flawless face carried a hint of hidden worry.

According to their original plan, they only needed to wipe out a few Northern Mang clans to severely damage Northern Mang's Origin Qi, leaving them no time for a southern invasion.

But after Yan Chu drove away the Prince of Zhenbei and the others, he seemed intent on a head-on collision with Luan Di Tianye, even though it might be a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, and there might be a massive ambush waiting for them.

Could this be the pride of a man?

Hearing Luo Jin's words, Princess Yunshu couldn't help but look at Yan Chu as well.

She was draped in a white fox fur coat that looked like drifting clouds. The soft, dense fur covered her shoulders, and the edges fluttered with her steps, making her figure appear even more graceful.

Underneath was a vermilion palace skirt with embroidery hidden amidst the snowy colors. As the hem swept across the snow, the red and white contrasted, striking a brilliant spark of elegance on the silent snowy plains.

That Khan, Luan Di Tianye, was originally the man she was supposed to marry.

Now, she was following Yan Chu to kill him.

Of course, this was what she most wanted to see.

It would be best to kill all the high-ranking officials of Northern Mang to see if they would ever dare to demand a woman from the Great Jin Dynasty for a political marriage again.

Yan Chu suddenly stopped and swept his sleeve lightly.

Instantly, the howling north wind stopped, and the drifting snow was swept away by him. The sky remained gloomy, but no more goose-feather snowflakes fell.

With a wave of his sleeve, he changed the celestial phenomena for a hundred miles.

This was his current strength; his methods were no different from an immortal's.

Compared to the so-called 'influencing celestial phenomena' of a Great Grandmaster, the gap was beyond measure.

Yan Chu turned to look at Luo Jin and smiled:

"He gathered the rest of Northern Mang's Celestials at the Murong Clan specifically betting that I wouldn't dare seek them out."

"I insist on charging up there and wiping them all out in one go."

"As for whether I can defeat him, we'll have to see the real results of our skills!"

Although Yan Chu said it like that, his tone carried a powerful confidence that made Luo Jin involuntarily relax.

Even though Yan Chu acted according to his own whims, he never seemed to fight a battle he wasn't sure of. Those who were his enemies generally didn't meet a good end.

At that moment, inside the royal tent on Guer Mountain.

Dozens of beautiful, scantily clad women were dancing a nomadic dance, their silver ornaments clinking crisply as they spun.

The wild drumbeats vibrated through the snowy plains, the string music was as fierce as a wildfire, and the dance steps were uninhibited and bold, exuding a passionate heat that made the atmosphere inside the large tent fiery.

The princes and nobles who followed the Khan, Luan Di Tianye, were all swaying their heads to the rhythm, enjoying the song and dance.

The lead dancer was none other than the wife of the Murong Clan's Chief.

As she moved in her spinning dance, her slender waist swayed occasionally, and her seductive eyes would frequently meet Luan Di Tianye's gaze.

This made Luan Di Tianye, who was reclining on a tiger-skin seat, feel a stir in his lower abdomen.

Xiao Sidao, however, was in no mood to enjoy the dancing.

His brow was furrowed as he recalled the words and expression of the Great Priest not long ago; he felt that the situation was grim.

Compared to the Khan's confidence, he naturally trusted the Great Priest more.

...

"Great King of the Northern Court, why do you seem so uneasy?"

"Could it be that you are dissatisfied with the dance arranged by Clan Chief Murong?"

As one of the most powerful people in Northern Mang, Xiao Sidao was naturally being watched at all times.

At this moment, the Great Chanyu Luantu Kuo looked over with a smile from not far away.

The head of the Murong Clan, Murong Zheng, was sitting right next to the two of them.

Among the women dancing in the camp now, besides his wife, there were also his biological daughters. Each was exceptionally beautiful and uniquely charming, no worse than some of the peerless beauties of the Southern Dynasty.

The reason he had them dance was in the hope of winning the Khan's favor and raising the Murong Clan's status even further.

Hearing Luantu Kuo's words, he looked at Xiao Sidao and spoke with a smile,

"If the Great King of the Northern Court is dissatisfied with the women in the tent, my Murong Clan has many more to choose from. Whether from the Southern Dynasty or the Western Regions, we have everything."

Xiao Sidao frowned and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

Looking up, he saw that the Khan, Luan Di Tianye, was already looking outside the tent, a cruel smile appearing on his bearded face.

At the same time, several people in the tent simultaneously showed strange expressions. These were all the rulers of the five great clans and the highest levels of Northern Mang, and without exception, they were all Celestials who had opened their Divine Treasuries.

"Let's go!"

"Let's see what kind of tricks this guest from the Southern Dynasty has, to dare to oppose my Northern Mang all by himself!"

Luan Di Tianye stood up and strode out of the tent.

The dancing girls posing in the royal tent now lost their appeal in his eyes, becoming dull and tasteless.

"Halt! Who goes there?!"

"How dare you intrude upon the Khan's royal tent! Kill them without mercy!!"

As soon as everyone stepped out of the tent, they heard the shouts of guards from the foot of the mountain in the distance.

On the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain, three people—one man and two women—were walking up.

Facing the charging Northern Mang guards, Yan Chu swept his sleeve, and a wave of surging heat gushed out.

Instantly, all the snow on the entire hillside melted.

The charging guards included no shortage of experts at the Grandmaster and Supreme Grandmaster levels.

If placed in the Jianghu, these people would all be famous powerhouses capable of founding their own sects.

But here, they were merely guards for the Khan, Luan Di Tianye.

They didn't even have the qualifications to stand guard in front of the tent.

And before Yan Chu, they were even more like ants.

With one flick of his sleeve, what melted was not just the snow, but also the flesh and blood of these Grandmasters and Supreme Grandmasters. Everyone was evaporated and vanished within that single wave of heat.

A crisp sound rang continuously in his ears.

[Killed a Northern Mang Grandmaster, extremely satisfying, Experience +10,000]

[Killed a Northern Mang Supreme Grandmaster, extremely satisfying, Experience +30,000]

[Killed a Northern Mang...]

The corners of Yan Chu's mouth curled up slightly.

Now this is more like it!

The most elite forces of Northern Mang were gathered here, far stronger than the five great clans. A single wave here could send his progress soaring; why would he need to run from house to house?

Princess Yunshu, following behind, turned a bit pale at this sight.

She was still young, after all. Though she had some schemes from competing with other princesses and princes in the palace, seeing such a killing method with her own eyes was still somewhat unsettling.

"How bold!!"

At that moment, a thunderous shout came from the mountaintop.

Murong Zheng, the Clan Chief of the Murong Clan, looked furious. Among those guards, many were disciples of his Murong Clan.

"Southern Dynasty person! Die for this old man!!"

Everyone present knew why the Khan, Luan Di Tianye, was here: to wait for this young man from the Southern Dynasty nicknamed the Blade Demon.

In the Great Priest's prophecy, this person might bring a catastrophe to Northern Mang.

But few believed it.

Northern Mang was currently at the height of its power. Even if the opponent's strength was extraordinary, with the Khan presiding and their five great clans not having suffered any fundamental losses, it was impossible for them to take a single Southern Dynasty person seriously.

This was determined by over a hundred years of Northern Mang's unilateral pressure on the Great Jin Dynasty.

The North was strong and the South was weak, fostering a powerful confidence in everyone from Northern Mang.

In their eyes, besides the Buddhist and Daoist sects, no one in the Southern Dynasty could compete with Northern Mang. They were all just weak pigs and sheep to be bullied and plundered by Northern Mang's iron cavalry at will.

One might ask, among the large and small tribes of Northern Mang, which Family did not have a few Southern Dynasty slaves?

Even their princess, at the Khan's command, was married off just like that, not daring to object.

Now, they hadn't expected this Southern Dynasty youth to start a massacre immediately upon arrival, killing all the guards at the foot of the mountain.

And right before the eyes of all the high-ranking officials and nobles of Northern Mang.

As the people of the Southern Dynasty would say, if this can be endured, what cannot!

At this moment, Murong Zheng struck out in a rage. From nearly a thousand yards away, he reached down from the mountaintop toward the foot of the mountain with one hand. His palm emitted a boundless bloody Qi, pressing down like a mountain.

His other hand bypassed Yan Chu entirely, grabbing toward Luo Jin and Princess Yunshu behind him.

The moment he first sensed Yan Chu's arrival, he had noticed these two women.

Both of these Southern Dynasty women were top-tier beauties.

He wanted to capture them and present them to Luan Di Tianye.

"Hmph! Courting death!"

Yan Chu gave a cold snort and struck out with his palm. The entire mountain was instantly covered by the shadow of his palm.

Overwhelming flames descended from the sky, transforming into a purple fire cloud.

Fire Cloud Palm, Fire Cloud Covering the Peak!

The two palms Murong Zheng struck out felt as if they had reached into a sea of fire. The terrifyingly high temperature instantly melted his two arms, and a startling fire Qi invaded his body along his arms. No matter how hard he circulated his power, he could not expel it.

As Yan Chu struck with this palm, he simultaneously lifted his foot and gave a light stomp.

The tyrannical fire energy of the Ten Suns Sacred Fire turned into a line of fire that bored into the ground, slithering like a snake toward the base of Guer Mountain, and then suddenly exploded beneath the Guer Mountain range like a firework.

Terrible firepower rushed upward from underground, scattering toward the mountain.

The entire Guer Mountain began to melt at a visible speed, turning into a glowing red mountain of lava.

All the Northern Mang nobles on the mountain turned pale with horror, feeling an irresistible, intense firepower rushing out from the mountain beneath their feet, like a volcano about to erupt.

Only, the flames erupting this time were countless times more terrifying than a normal volcanic eruption.

It was a volcanic eruption that could burn a Celestial to death.

Screech!

Xiao Sidao was the quickest to react. Huge wings spread out behind him, and he transformed into a black goshawk, rushing toward the high sky through the gaps in the palm shadows, breaking free from this terrifying fire Qi.

The other Celestials also used their various means, hurriedly escaping toward the high sky.

"A bunch of trash!!"

The Khan, Luan Di Tianye, gave a cold shout and stepped forward.

He first caught Murong Zheng, pouring his boundless Divine Treasury power into him to counter and wear down the invading fire Qi.

Then, an Eagle-Headed Iron Staff appeared in his hand, and he struck toward the palm shadow falling from the high sky with one blow.

Boom!

A violent impact exploded, centered on Guer Mountain, turning into a fiery red ripple that spread out for hundreds of miles.

Herdsmen in the distance saw it and thought it was some kind of miracle, unable to help but kneel and kowtow in worship.

At the same time, Luan Di Tianye stomped his foot.

Thump!

Mysterious power of three colors surged out from his foot. The melting Guer Mountain cooled instantly, forcing all the fire Qi in the mountain range back into the earth.

For a thousand miles around the mountain range, because this fire Qi was channeled into the ground, the ice and snow melted, and it became as warm as spring.