Of the six elders of the Persian Ming Cult, four have died in the battle. As for the remaining two, the little courage they had just mustered has vanished into thin air.

The two elders wanted to escape, but it was not that easy. At the beginning it was three against two, but now it had become two against two. The two Persian elders were blocked by Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger respectively.

"Want to leave? How can it be that easy? When you kidnapped Xiao Zhao, didn't you think that you would end up like this?"

"That's right, Xiao Zhao is my most beloved sister. She is more obedient and less troublesome than anyone else. But you Persian bastards have such bad intentions towards her."

"Today is the day you die."

After Zhang Wuji and Zhao Linger each mocked the Persian elder, they clashed their swords again. Brothers fight tigers together, and fathers and sons fight in battle together. But sometimes, the level of tacit understanding between husband and wife is far greater than that between brothers and fathers and sons.

When it comes to the cultivation of martial arts, how can a mere Persia compare with the Ming Dynasty? There are things that have been passed down for thousands of years, which are all the essence left by the ancestors. As for the remaining two Persian elders, they had no intention of fighting. After just a dozen rounds, they fell into an absolute disadvantage. As for the so-called Holy Fire Order in their hands, it was nothing more than a weapon to attract attention.

Not surprisingly, after one elder was beheaded by Zhang Wuji, the remaining one was terrified to death, and his panic-stricken moves caused him to lose his life.

"Haha, I'm dead, but this is just the beginning. You Persians must bear the wrath of the Ming Dynasty if you dare to steal my wife."

Zhang Wuji was in a very good mood. In a flash, he and Zhao Linger mounted their war horses and galloped towards Altai again. From beginning to end, the three Persian elders and the small group of Persian cavalry could not hold out for even half a quarter of an hour.

Not long after, when countless Ming cavalry appeared behind Altai again, he was terrified to death. Thinking about it, before today, even a few hours ago, he was one of the greatest emperors in the Western world, but at this moment, he had to face the most direct threat to his life.

He regretted it very much. Zhang Wuji had sent an envoy in the past. If he had returned the damn saint to Zhang Wuji at that time, this mess would not have happened today. But he chose to refuse because of his arrogance. He regretted it very much. If time could go back, he would definitely return the saint to Zhang Wuji. Of course, if possible, he might also severely ravage the saint before returning her to Zhang Wuji.

As the imperial concubine of the Ming Dynasty, he believed that Xiao Zhao should at least save some face for him. Even if she was abused, she would not dare to speak out after returning to Zhang Wuji.

"What a pity for that saint, what a pity for that mixed-race beauty. My country has become what it is today because of her, but in the end, it's ridiculous that I have never tasted her."

…

The Ming army was getting closer and closer, and Altai had no choice but to keep drawing troops from his personal guards to resist Zhang Wuji. However, with the deaths of the last three elders and those soldiers who resisted Zhang Wuji, the Persian soldiers who were sent by Altai to resist Zhang Wuji were no longer willing to work hard. Even if they did not dare to directly refuse Altai's orders, they could not help but show perfunctory emotions when carrying out his orders.

Under the influence of these perfunctory emotions, most of the troops sent by Altai fled in panic. At this moment, Zhang Wuji was too lazy to pay attention to the Persian soldiers who fled in panic. Altai was the only one in his mind now. As long as he could kill him, the entire Persian Empire would collapse.

"Chase and capture that dog emperor. We have traveled thousands of miles just for his head."

A quarter of an hour later, when Altai could already see his own imperial capital from afar, Zhang Wuji finally caught up with him, and the sound of fighting had reached Altai's ears. Logically speaking, he was also a master, at least on par with those elders, but at this moment, how could he have the courage to fight against the Ming army? He just wanted to return to his own imperial city as soon as possible. After returning to the imperial city, he would immediately send an envoy to negotiate with Zhang Wuji. As long as Zhang Wuji could withdraw his troops, he would agree to any conditions. He guessed that Zhang Wuji was a lustful man, and at worst he would give him all the concubines in his imperial city. With beauties in his arms and the fragrance of the breeze by his pillow, he believed that Zhang Wuji would not insist on taking his life. After Zhang Wuji withdrew his troops, he would mobilize all his forces and fight a decisive battle with Timur on the northern battlefield. If he defeated Timur, he would still be the emperor of the Persian Empire.

"Yes, that's right. As long as I do this, Zhang Wuji will definitely withdraw his troops."

…

The idea was good, but Zhang Wuji's troops were still chasing him closely. Altai felt that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, so that when he was not paying attention, two figures suddenly flashed in front of him. When Altai reacted, a sword energy came towards him like a raging wave and a whirlwind. Altai was terrified and had to abandon his horse and flee. But the owner of the sword energy was Zhang Wuji. How could he give Altai this chance?

Zhang Wuji dodged again and appeared in front of Altai again. Before Altai could say anything to beg for mercy, he quickly drew the sword at his waist to block the fatal blow. Then, Zhao Linger appeared behind him. The couple cooperated perfectly and forced Altai into a desperate situation in a few rounds. However, when Zhao Linger wanted to use a fatal blow on him, Zhang Wuji said, "Sister, wait a minute, save his life, and take the Persian imperial city first."

After hearing this, Zhao Linger put her scimitar on Altai's neck and said, "You bastard, tell your men to put down their weapons."

Zhao Linger's scimitar was already on Altai's neck. Some people didn't want to live, but no one was not afraid of death, especially people like Altai. He was the emperor, a very powerful emperor in the Western world. As long as people like him were alive, they would still have infinite possibilities. Therefore, how could he give up his life easily?

In desperation, he could only order his soldiers to lay down their weapons.

Altai's personal guards had long since given up wanting to fight. Anyone could see that if they continued fighting, everyone would end up dead. If they laid down their knives now, they might not be able to survive.

All the Persians put down their weapons, but the next moment, Zhang Wuji issued an order that terrified these Persians to death.

"Kill, kill them all."