Chapter 1637: A Sword Seals the Frontier

The old man smiled mysteriously, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Our emperor agreed to this condition, but only half of it."

"Which half did he agree to?"

Someone asked what Xia Fuyi was thinking, and she immediately leaned forward, wanting to hear more clearly.

The old man took another sip of tea and said,

"He agreed to half of the duel, but he changed the terms for the remaining half."

The young emperor was wearing a silver battle robe, with a sword at his waist and a spear in his hand. He sat on his horse and looked at General Gumo who was standing in front of the opposite army with a proud face. He smiled, pulled the reins and rode forward a few steps, saying leisurely,

"I agree to the duel, but the outcome of the bet is not up to you."

"If you win, I can give you the Red Flame Prison, and I will immediately lead my army to retreat three thousand miles. No more words will be said. But if I win, we must continue fighting."

He smiled carefree, but his eyes were filled with disdain.

"You don't have to give it to me. I want your city. I will conquer it myself."

The general on the opposite side was immediately furious, and immediately drew his sword and pointed it at the emperor, cursing angrily,

"You little brat! How shameless! I'm telling you to fight yourself, General, and not have the experts around you fight for you!"

The young emperor smiled gently and said slowly,

"Do you think the one who killed Qin Feiyu was the 'expert' beside me?"

He smiled, threw away the spear in his hand, and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist.

It was a completely black scabbard, but when the emperor pushed open the hilt with a click, a bright and sharp silver-white sword light slid out of the black scabbard.

The young man slowly drew out his long sword, pointed it into the sky with a clang, and then slowly dropped it down, pointing it towards the enemy general.

"If there is someone in this world who even I cannot kill, then no one else in the world can kill him."

"Qin Feiyu died under my sword, and now, you will become the second one."

The wind was howling on the battlefield, and a hundred thousand troops were lined up in battle array, facing each other silently. The flags of Chiwei and Gumo Wuxu were both whistling and fluttering in the air.

In front of the army, the yellow sand rolled up the young emperor's snow-white battle robe, like rolling waves, and it shone with a sharp light like the sword in his hand.

But the eyes he stared at the opposing general were more cutting than the sword.

Like a hunter waiting for his prey, the young emperor smiled slightly at the general. The smile was like thousands of flowers blooming, but it was also full of extreme arrogance and danger.

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"Who won in the end?"

Some people couldn't help but ask questions urgently.

The old man sat down calmly, pretending to be cool and casual and smiled.

"Of course it was our emperor. The battle didn't even take half an incense stick of time before our emperor beheaded the general."

"General Gumo's head was chopped off on the spot. Naturally, the Gumo army immediately lost its morale and retreated with the Wuxu army. Our emperor immediately reclaimed this last city."

"But he didn't stop there. After a day of rest, he led his army into Gumo's border town. By then, the Wuxu people had already abandoned Gumo and fled. The Gumo army's deputy general was given the title of general, but he barely held out for one night before the emperor broke through the city gates. After that, Gumo suffered repeated defeats. The Chiwei army captured seventeen cities along the way, completely defeating the Gumo people."

"Finally, just before the eighteenth city, the Emperor of Gumo sent someone to deliver a letter of surrender, saying he was willing to give up ten cities. But the Emperor took out a bow and arrow and shattered the letter with one arrow."

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"I have a problem, and that is I must keep my word."

The young emperor's robe was stained with blood. He sat on his horse and slowly lowered his crossbow. He smiled at the trembling messenger on the city wall, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile,

"I said I would come and get what I wanted."

"If you take over seventeen of Chiwei's cities, we will take over seventeen of yours. If you want to take back seven cities, just send your troops to attack us."

"From now on, all the territory outside of this Lanzhao City is my Chiwei territory."

The young man drew his sword and slashed it across the ground. In an instant, endless winds surged, and the snow-white sword light struck a gully several feet deep in the blood-stained loess, breaking up the soil and turning up blood as it swept across the boundless land.

As the dust fell, endless ravines had already crossed the land.

The young emperor cast a glance towards the city, sheathed his sword, turned his horse around, and leisurely entered the city he had just conquered.

From then on, the territory of Chiwei Kingdom expanded further and added seventeen cities.

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"With one sword, he sealed off the borders. Our emperor sealed off other people's countries and made them his own."

"The story behind the Border Sword comes from this."

The old man poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly.