The siege of Diaoyucheng is underway, and above the sky is another battlefield.

"The Black Dragon of Destiny is currently clashing with Britain's Destiny. Mengge's destiny has weakened to the extreme, but if I don't exert my full strength, it will still be difficult to kill a Human Emperor."

Xu Xianxian's fairy eyes flickered slightly, and the black dragon flag above the golden tent broke instantly and collapsed, revealing the extremely weak Genghis Khan inside.

The Black Dragon of Destiny was doing its utmost to suppress Britain's future destiny, so the fate of Genghis Khan was weakened to the extreme and no longer had the power to be invulnerable.

Of course, at this time he was still protected by generals and earthly immortals.

"Stop it!" A withered monk and an elegant middle-aged scholar slowly rose from the golden tent. They sensed what was about to happen and quickly scolded Xu Xianxian, "You're just a woman, and you want to kill the emperor? You're aiding the Western king, helping the tyrant, and allowing the Mandate of Heaven to be divided by the West. Aren't you afraid of becoming a sinner in history?"

Their loud shouts instantly merged with the heaven and earth, causing the blood-red spear in Xu Xianxian's hand to fluctuate.

"A black bird descended from the sky, its name was Shang. King Zhou, Di Xin, was a wise ruler of great talent and ability." Xu Xianxian looked at the increasingly pale Bai Suzhen, then glanced down at the monks and scholars below, unable to help but sneer. "Hou Bohou Ji Chang led the princes in repeated rebellions, but Di Xin, out of kindness and love for talent, allowed him to return to his kingdom. Ultimately, this kindness led to his demise, and he burned himself to death in the Deer Tower. The King of Zhou was originally a vassal, and his rebellion to gain the world was inherently disloyal and unrighteous. To maintain his righteousness, he deliberately portrayed King Zhou as a cruel and unkind ruler, which led to his loss of power. Later generations have done their utmost to discredit and fabricate stories."

She looked at the monk and the scholar, the blood-red spear in her hand becoming increasingly solid, the forbidden magic power surging within it. Now a demigod, even if she cast a spell, she wasn't afraid of being stopped by two ordinary earthly immortals.

"But whether Emperor Xin was a cruel or wise ruler, he would lose his empire, die and his country would be destroyed, and he would be reviled by future generations for a thousand years. Do you know why?"

The scholar and the monk looked at each other, their magic power brewing in their hands, but they did not dare to take the initiative. Instead, they listened to Xu Xianxian continue talking to herself.

"That's because Emperor Xin, as the Emperor of Man, disrespected the Way of Heaven and vainly attempted to reform old customs. This was his original sin, a sin inflicted upon Heaven, and there is no way to absolve him."

"You are originally Song people. To support the Dragon Court and follow the Way of Heaven, you defected to the Mongols. However, they were brutal and ruthless, dividing mortals into four classes. The Mongols were first class, considered 'one's own flesh and blood'. The second class were people from the Western Regions, classified as Semites. The Song people were the lowest, the fourth class, like two-legged sheep, ready to be killed at any time. Since the Mongols attacked the Song, they have won every battle, but they have never shown mercy. Wherever they passed, they slaughtered everyone, regardless of the old, the weak, women, or children. Rivers of blood flowed, and tens of millions of Song people were not spared." Xu Xianxian sneered. "You say I'm aiding and abetting the evil, but in fact, the opposite is true. It's you who are the tiger's accomplices. You see, I have been fighting with the Black Dragon for a long time. Does the dragon vein of the Song Dynasty have any intention of helping?"

"Even as the British king battled the Black Dragon of Destiny, deciding the fate of the world for the next millennium, the Southern Song dragon vein remained silent, without a single movement. It seems the dragon vein of the Great Song Dynasty has enjoyed the incense of the Song people for over two hundred years, and its destiny has long been deeply rooted in the dynasty. It would be impossible for it to be satisfied and swallowed by the Mongols. This may be its last silent resistance."

"You're right, but you're mistaken on one point." At this point, the middle-aged scholar and monk looked slightly guilty, but then sneered, "Hundreds of years from now, future generations will only remember the Mongol Empire's might and its cavalry trampling across the Central Plains. Who will remember the tens of millions of souls who perished at its hands? They might even shout 'ancestors' to dignify themselves. You, a woman, are narrow-minded. You don't understand that history is all about victors and losers. We who follow destiny will prosper, while those who defy it will perish."

"Well said! Then today I will show you who holds the destiny! Who will be the winner and who will be the loser! Who possesses the truly invincible power!"

Xu Xianxian giggled. She was just stalling for time so that she could complete the forbidden spell, so she was arguing with these two people.

After all, no matter what, Genghis Khan is still the Human Emperor and the king of half the world. Even if the Black Dragon of Destiny fights against the Destiny of Britain, his fate is weakened and simple magic will definitely not kill him. It will only be blocked by some physical shields.

The order of the Human Emperor is to turn danger into safety 100% of the time when encountering danger. Even if it is unavoidable, he will let his subordinates be the scapegoats.

It’s not that there is no way to crack it, that is, it requires an absolutely supernatural power that is superior to it.

She stretched out her fingers slightly, then hurled the blood-red spear, which had been condensed to the extreme, fiercely towards the golden tent. All the whirlwinds between heaven and earth gathered and merged into the tip of the spear.

"You are defying fate! You shall not die a hapless death! With this single strike of yours, destiny will be divided. Hundreds of years from now, the Western nations will inevitably bring chaos to the Central Plains. You are a historical sinner, a traitor to the ages! All that will be written in the books of later generations is treason, treason, treason, treason, treason. Every word in the text will only bring down Xu Xian'er's name!"

This is a power that completely transcends the human world. Even though the middle-aged scholar is an earthly immortal, he can still feel the meaning of destruction. This is not something they can resist.

Under normal circumstances, Genghis Khan was invulnerable to all attacks. No matter how powerful this blood-colored spear was, it would be destroyed by the Black Dragon of Destiny.

But now... it is held back by the Western Mandate.

"Haha! What's the essential difference between the Mongolian invasion of the Central Plains and the invasions of Western countries? They're nothing more than foreign invasions, causing great suffering to the people."

"And you're mistaken about one thing. To ensure their rule, successive emperors never wrote about the power of gods and men in official history. Even in unofficial histories, they're probably just fabrications of my tragic love story. Your souls will be scattered and you'll become nameless! What a waste of your cultivation..."

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