"Any last words?"
Mu Zian asked coldly.
Without a doubt, Yelü Junba was an absolute hero of the Xiongnu.
Even though he was at his wit's end, he remained calm.
Looking at Mu Zian in front of him, Yelü Junba's thoughts seemed to be pulled back to many years ago.
That year, his father and his most beloved Khan also fell to the ground in the same way.
A tall man looked down at them.
Time has passed, and I never imagined that after so many years of building up my strength, it would still end up like this.
Yelü Junba laughed self-deprecatingly.
"It's not that you won, it's just that fate didn't favor me."
Having said that, before Mu Zian could make a move, Yelü Jun drew his broken sword and plunged it directly into Mu Zian's throat.
In an instant! Blood gushed out like a spring.
Mu Zian was a hero, but Yelü Junba was also a hero!
I can afford to gamble! I can afford to lose! I can maintain my dignity! Why should I beg for mercy?
With a thud, the broken sword fell to the ground.
The Left Wise King of the grasslands closed his eyes completely.
At the same time, with the addition of the Beiwei Army's Mo Dao squad and the Night Scouts!
The remaining Huns on the streets were almost completely wiped out!
Xiao Xiuning led the remaining Imperial Guards to successfully reunite with Mu Zian's generals!
A scream came from afar!
After exchanging hundreds of blows, Ashina was cleaved in two by Han Shizhong's sword!
At this moment, these Xiongnu people had no chance to resist anymore!
All that awaits them is slaughter!
After a long while, inside the Xiongnu camp, Pei Shaozhu placed his last piece on the chessboard and remained silent for a long time.
Shouts of battle echoed outside the camp, but Pei Shaozhu remained calm and unmoved.
Just as the candlelight flickered inside the tent, a voice came from inside.
Aren't you going to run away?
Pei Shaozhu sat cross-legged and said calmly.
"Where in this vast world can I find refuge? And where can I escape to?"
"In the end, we were one step behind."
After saying that, Pei Shaozhu slowly stood up, turned his head, and looked at the back of the person behind him.
Pei Shaozhu bowed and said.
"Greetings, Duke Zhenguo."
It seemed like the two were meeting for the first time, yet they also seemed to have known each other for a long time.
"Since it is the Duke of Zhenguo who has come here, it seems that the Left Wise King has been defeated."
With a thud, Mu Zi'an threw Yelü Junba's head over.
Pei Shaozhu looked at the severed head on the ground and laughed.
"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."
Mu Zian glanced at Pei Shaozhu and then asked.
"Answer me a question."
Pei Shaozhu seemed to have guessed what Mu Zian wanted to ask, and smiled calmly.
"Does the Duke of Zhenguo want to know who else conspired to murder your father?"
Mu Zian nodded.
Pei Shaozhu let out a long sigh.
“My father never told me about this.”
"However, before the old Duke of Zhenguo was murdered, the Prime Minister often talked with my father at night."
After saying that, Pei Shaozhu looked at Mu Zian, who was hidden in the darkness in front of him.
"The road you want to take is too difficult. If you want to be an enemy of the world, then you must have the power to overturn the table."
"Otherwise, they'd just be fish on a chopping board."
"If you want to change this world, you have to go from being a piece on the chessboard to being the one who moves the pieces."
They exchanged a glance, their silence speaking volumes.
Mu Zian turned and left.
Inside the large tent, Pei Shaozhu straightened his clothes and hat.
Even on the verge of death, a virtuous person should maintain proper attire.
Holding the dagger in his hand, Pei Shaozhu gave a bitter smile.
"The Pei family's lineage ended after me."
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