It is better to have no books than to believe in them completely.

The red-gold longbow slowly dissipated, and the Khan's body began to shake.

Before he could finish his words, this king who had roamed the grasslands all his life finally couldn't hold on and slowly fell down.

The eyes of all the tribes on the grassland were focused on Yao Qi.

Even the remaining soldiers and generals of the Tiger Tribe were looking at the Wolf Tribe leader, waiting for his decision.

The Khan's last will was clear and unequivocal - kill all the people and he would be the new king.

Yao Qi looked around. Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on him. Some were expectant, some were skeptical, and most were watching.

Yao Qi turned around and his eyes fell on Wen Congren.

Their eyes met for a moment, there was no coldness, no murderous intent, only deep repression and undercurrent.

He asked, "Master, won't you teach me this time?"

Wen Congren just looked at him quietly: "I can't teach you everything."

The wind blows and the flags break, the world is filled with mournful silence.

Yao Qi gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, his knuckles turning white. He slowly raised his head and said in a calm voice, "Master taught me that those who achieve great things will do whatever it takes."

The other party was still staring at him, his tone still not harsh, but it was particularly cold: "Then you - can you accomplish anything great?"

In the distance, under the stage, in the corner, Ren Xuan, who had not yet been exposed, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He slowly typed a question mark.

Ren Xuan glanced at Xiao Jingyuan, who was half dead on the platform, and then glanced at Wen Congren, who was frantically hinting to his apprentice to kill him.

He suddenly remembered what Wen Congren had said before: It doesn't matter whether the Khan is dead or alive.

He understood now.

As long as the Tiger Lord dares to accept Wen Congren’s “surrender of prisoners”.

Wen Congren was able to put the blame for Yao Qi's biggest problem - "having an affair with someone" - back on the Tiger Lord himself during the sacrifice.

From the moment Xiao Jingyuan entered the game, the battle between tigers and wolves became a foregone conclusion.

At this moment, Wen Congren is about to establish a new king of the grassland.

Damn, these two people have already come this far? !

Ren Xuan gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it, I give in. Next time I go on a mission with these two without asking for the reason, I'll be a dog!"

He flashed and attacked the second-in-command of the Tiger Tribe according to Wen Congren's instructions yesterday.

The remaining soldiers of the Tiger Tribe were shocked, but Ren Xuan was faster and captured the heavily armored general in the blink of an eye.

"Let the general go!" Several tiger soldiers shouted angrily and tried to pounce.

Ren Xuan spoke in a cold voice, pressing the dagger to the hostage's neck. The blade moved slightly, and blood immediately oozed out: "Don't move."

The Tiger Lord is dead, and the people under his command are the remaining core of the Tiger Tribe.

He held the second-in-command of the Tiger Division and slowly looked at Yao Qi: "I'm sorry, there are more than two people here."

Yao Qi's gaze fell on the kidnapped second-in-command of the Tiger Tribe.

A Wolf Tribe warrior took advantage of the situation and shouted angrily, "The Khan's will is clear! All those present must be beheaded to offer sacrifice to the Khan's spirit!"

The implication was that we could only send the second-in-command of the Tiger Tribe to meet the late king.

The atmosphere around them instantly became tense. The remaining Tiger troops were furious but helpless. The Khan's last will was something they could not disobey.

Yao Qi was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed: "The Khan is dead. The living are ultimately more important than the dead."

He turned to Ren Xuan and said, "Release General □□. I guarantee in the name of the new king of the grassland that you and Wen Congren can leave safely."

Ren Xuan watched as the second-in-command of the Tiger Tribe looked at Yao Qi in disbelief, and even the corners of his eyes began to turn red.

Ren Xuan's mouth twitched. Master Wen Congren, he really did teach me step by step. Such a big step to win people's hearts, and he gave it away without hesitation.

"Three people." Ren Xuan's voice was cold and hard: "Xiao Jingyuan, I want to take them away too."

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell into silence again.

Yao Qi frowned, his eyes sweeping across the altar. If he didn't kill Xiao Jingyuan today, he would never be able to convince the people. The Khan's last words were still ringing in his ears. If he let even the culprit go, what would his prestige as the new king be?

At this moment, □□, who was restrained by Ren Xuan, struggled to stand up and said in a tragic voice, "Don't hesitate, Wolf Chief! Kill them all! I only have one life, and dying is not a pity!"

He turned to the remaining Tiger troops and shouted, "Listen up, Tiger brothers! I, □□, am willing to lead the charge for the king today! I will sacrifice my life for the grasslands!"

The Tiger Tribe warriors looked at each other, then knelt on one knee and said, "We are willing to serve as the vanguard for the king!"

This scene left everyone stunned.

Yao looked at the remnants of the Tiger Army kneeling on the ground.

The firelight reflected in his eyes, and he spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it was so heavy that it made people breathless: "I have given enough face."

He paused, his eyes passing from Ren Xuan and Wen Congren: "Mr. Wen, General Ren, you can go. But Xiao Jingyuan - today, must die on the grassland."

As soon as these words were spoken, the dust settled.

All the officers and soldiers were in awe.

Ren Xuan frowned and glanced at the person on the altar. The black iron chain was still nailing the person. Ren Xuan had no way to get Xiao Jingyuan out.

Ren Xuan would never do such a stupid thing as to sacrifice himself in order to save others. He could only blame Xiao Jingyuan himself for his bad luck.

Who told you to play so big?

Ren Xuan could only do as he had agreed. He took a step back and said in a deep voice, "I'll take the body back."

Yao Qi lowered his brows for a moment and replied, "Okay."

Ren Xuan was annoyed. He and Wen Congren had kidnapped the man, and now he was left here today. There would be a lot of trouble in the future.

He was just feeling annoyed when suddenly, a sharp horn sounded from the north!

The sound was like thunder, piercing the sky.

“Enemy attack—!!!”

The sentry's exclamation resounded throughout the venue.

"To the north——it's the Gan army!!"

These words were like thunder, and all the tribes on the grassland fell into chaos.

Wen Congren narrowed his eyes and looked at the black armored iron stream coming from the distant mountains. His face remained expressionless, but he was surprised in his heart.

The sentry stumbled over, his face filled with fear. "Black armor, black horses, silver spears! It's the Tianque Camp, and the Black Cavalry are leading the charge!!!"

Yao Qi's eyes suddenly glared: "How many people?"

The sentry's face turned pale: "No less than 10,000 people...!"

Tianque Camp, the sharpest blade in the southern border, has never had a frontal deployment of tens of thousands of people at the same time.

Black armors were like tides, silver spears were like forests, they came over after breaking through the mountains.

Yao Qi narrowed his eyes, his expression grim. He waved his hand: "Fifth Battalion, Seventh Battalion, Thirteenth Battalion, form up to meet the enemy!"

As soon as the Wolf Tribe's battle flag moved, the elite troops of the three battalions quickly formed a team and converged like a torrent, pressing towards the Gan army on the northern line.

The generals of various tribes who were originally frightened and wanted to flee, saw this scene, their fear temporarily disappeared, and was replaced by a trace of unconcealable respect and faint dependence.

The various tribes on the grassland are wary of each other and fear each other. At this moment, those who can form a battle line first and use their own army as a shield are enough to win the support of the people.

The leader of the bear tribe held down his sword and said: "I dare to shoulder the weight of the grassland. The wolf leader is worthy of being king."

The Eagle Chief's eyes also flashed, and he bowed and saluted: "The Eagle Chief is willing to obey your orders."

Among the tribes on the grassland, some nodded, some were in deep thought, and some quietly put down the hilts of their swords that had been clenched for a long time at this moment when the situation began to settle.

Wen Congren approached slowly, his voice low, "A bloody battle you can't win, you want to fight it?"

Yao Qi didn't answer immediately, but just turned his head and looked at him.

In the melee just now, the elite troops of various tribes suffered heavy casualties and were at the end of their strength.

Of course, this battle cannot be fought.

Yao Qi's gaze swept across the altar again, across the corpses that had not yet cooled down, and across the sacred place stained with blood.

He shook his head and whispered, "I still have things to do."

Yao Qi stood straight and said, "Sacrificing blood to our ancestors is the greatest event on the grassland."

Yao Qi turned to face the tribes and shouted loudly: "Brothers, someone killed our Khan and led our tribes to kill each other! Now they are approaching the altar and trying to slaughter our grasslands—"

Before he finished speaking, the troops were in an uproar.

"Damn you, that's too much insult to me!!"

"Fight them!"

"The grassland is our grassland!"

"This is not a place for them to run wild!!"

Yao Qi took a deep breath and leaped onto the altar. He picked up the golden sword that the Khan had left behind, pointed it towards the sky, and shouted, "The sacrifice was stained with blood, and the spirits of our ancestors are still resting. What shall we do?"

"kill!"

"Repay blood with blood, and comfort our ancestors!!"

"Kill the fucking dog!!"

The rage was raging, spreading and raging.

Amidst the excitement of the army, they suddenly saw more than ten figures rushing out from the blood line in the north, raising a trail of blood mist, and rushing straight into the center of the Tiger Camp.

Ren Xuan's body was shocked. The defense line of the Northern Wolf Tribe had not been broken. They were an isolated army.

It is a taboo for a military expert to leave the army and lose touch with the military formation.

Ren Xuan's face changed drastically. He looked at Wen Congren and also saw surprise in Wen Congren's eyes.

Dozens of top warriors brazenly broke into the camp, pointing their spears at the enemy without any defense or retreat.

This style of fighting is not a layout, it is a fight to the death.

A barbarian master rushed forward and tried to stop the leader.

The next moment, a red sword light suddenly appeared.

"puff!"

The barbarian master was actually cut into two pieces by a sword, and blood splattered.

The whole audience was silent for a moment.

“Yes—” someone cried out in surprise, “It’s the Blazing Fate Seal… It’s the Blazing Fate Seal of the Southern King Fang Weian!!”

"Bullshit!" the general next to him cursed: "Southern King Fang Weian has been dead for hundreds of years! What nonsense are you talking about!"

But no matter how you deny it, the momentum of that sword, like the blazing flames recorded in the ancient scrolls, deeply imprinted in everyone's sight.

The next moment, a black rider suddenly shouted, "Young Prince! Found him! Lord Xiao is over there!!"

Following the black knight's gaze, the young man suddenly stopped.

Fang Che gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming even redder. The young man raised his sword and pointed it at Yao Qi on the altar, his eyes murderous and fierce: "Give him back to me."

Facing the threat of death, Yao Qi looked at me with a gloomy look: "How can I repay you with the blood I gave to the ancestors of the grassland?"

He stepped forward, placed his foot on the neck of today's sacrifice, and drew his sword. "War is a cycle of killing. Little Prince Fang, has no one ever taught you something this simple?"

Fang Che's entire body trembled. "You son of a bitch—damn it—how dare you!"

"Ha." Yao Qi laughed. He didn't answer, but just nailed the knife into the altar.

With a raised hand and a falling knife, the black gold long knife pierced Xiao Jingyuan's chest in an instant, and blood splattered, gradually staining Yao Qi's face: "I promised that you can take the body away, and now I return it to you."

In an instant, the foreigners in the audience burst into hearty laughter.

Soon, some aliens noticed that the red color in Fang Che's eyes began to spread.

"Watch out for that kid!"

"Protect the Khan!!"

The moment the young man raised his sword, hundreds of alien masters leaped into the air and stood between Yao Qi and Fang Che.

These warriors from different tribes all took the initiative to protect the emperor at this moment.

All of this indicates that although the grassland is in chaos, a new king has emerged.

Alien masters gathered from all directions toward the center of the altar. Their faces were solemn yet resolute. Knowing that the sword strike could kill them, they charged forward without hesitation.

"Watch out—that kid's going crazy!"

"Quick! Send the Khan away!"

Countless masters of other races sacrificed their lives to protect Yao Qi in the center and pushed him down from the altar.

"Protect the Khan from leaving the camp!"

Yao Qi searched the crowd and finally locked onto Wen Congren: "Master, come with me. Xiao Jingyuan is dead, and there is no room for you."

Once again, the man rejected him.

A complex expression flashed in Yao Qi's eyes: "Master said that the one who makes people willing to die is a king."

He was already the leader of all the tribes on the grassland, but he seemed to be asking for an answer he never really had: "Hasn't what I did good enough?"

Wen Congren looked at him calmly, "The Southern Court sending out troops was not part of the plan. Xiao Jingyuan was put on the altar, and this group of elite Southern Court soldiers, who are not even aware of the situation, can come out in full force to fight you. The Khan is very old, and you and Tiger Lord, the Khan's right-hand men who were promoted by him, only want him dead. This is what is missing on the grassland."

He sighed, "Killing is never worthy of belief."

Wen Congren looked at Yao Qi with a clear gaze. "It's better to have no books than to believe everything in them. Don't let me limit you. You have to find the answer to what it means to be a king yourself."