Yougudu Hou had no way to defend himself. Now the only way he could do was to carry Qiulin Nanxing's head back to silence the people and keep the only remaining military power in his hands.

Qiu Linnanxing must die.

Qiulin Nanxing deserves to be put to death!

Even though the man had already fallen to the ground, Yougu Duhou still drew out his long sword and chopped off Qiu Linnanxing's head with one stroke.

There was no hesitation in the action.

After ordering his men to wrap up the severed head, he turned around and left with the team, carrying the bloody bag.

Young Master Nanxing, who once boasted of his noble status and played with many people from Dayong and Beiman at his fingertips, ended up with his head and neck separated and his body exposed in the wilderness.

"Qiu Lin Nanxing... just died like that." Wei Yunlan was still in shock.

Shanyu and Qiulin Nanxing died one after another.

In the previous life, apart from natural disasters, the biggest threat to Dayong disappeared into thin air.

A prophecy made by my great-grandfather.

And their two years of hard work finally paid off!

Tragedy is reversible, man can conquer nature.

Wei Yunlan's heart was surging.

Looking to her side, Qi Xu also glanced at her.

"Jinghong, congratulations." Wei Yunlan smiled.

Compared to the joy after defeating the opponent, Qi Xu's face still showed a resolute and determined expression.

"I swore that I would never let the Northern Barbarians' cavalry enter the Great Yong territory again."

"Don't let the people of Dayong suffer the hardships you witnessed in your last life."

"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission!"

Having said that, Qi Xu turned to face Wei Yunlan and bowed solemnly to express his gratitude.