As it was getting dark.
Xiang Yu and Li Yuanba discovered Baahubali almost simultaneously.
The guy was hiding in a bush that was almost completely burned down.
King Bahubali covered himself in a layer of wood ash.
Except for the whites of his eyes and his teeth, his entire body was pitch black.
"Kid, even if you turn to ashes, I'll still recognize you." Xiang Yu slammed the Tsar Cannon in his hand onto the ground.
With a muffled thud, the entire ground shook.
Li Yuanba glanced at Xiang Yu, then at Bahubali: "I was the first to discover this kid. Xiang Yu, don't try to compete with me. I want to see what he's capable of."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu quickly shook his head: "I sent 1,000 soldiers to find him. I finally found him. I want to see who is more powerful, him or me."
"Of course you're the better one?" Jiang Tian's voice came from behind Xiang Yu.
"My lord, you said that this guy is also a match for ten thousand men."
I'd like to see just how powerful this "enemy of ten thousand" really is.
Xiang Yu was almost never defeated in his life.
In the next battle, Xiang Yu was defeated.
This guy fled all the way to the banks of the Wujiang River, where he was ambushed and surrounded by Han Xin.
Even when Xiang Yu was reduced to a single soldier, he never smeared his entire body with black paint like King Bahbali in an attempt to escape his fate.
Xiang Yu, facing the crowd, chose to draw his sword and commit suicide.
For this reason alone.
Xiang Yu was far stronger than Bahubali.
"My lord, is that really so?" Xiang Yu was somewhat skeptical, but after Jiang Tian's confirmation, Xiang Yu took a few steps back.
Li Yuanba swung the Tsar Cannon in his hand.
"My lord says Xiang Yu is stronger than you. I have to prove to my lord that I am stronger than you too."
The Tsar Cannon was extremely fast.
King Bahubali felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and the Tsar's cannon was right in front of him.
King Bahubali instinctively crossed his arms to protect his chest.
A muffled thud.
The Tsar's cannon slammed heavily into Bahubali's arms.
Then came another series of cracking sounds, the sound of bones breaking.
With a soft "poof".
King Baahubali coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body was thrown more than 100 meters and crashed heavily to the ground, where he lost consciousness.
Li Yuanba planted the cannon on the ground and scratched his head: "My lord, is this man really the greatest warrior of the Kushan Empire? I think he's utterly invincible."
Jiang Tian nodded: "This is enough to show that the fighting power of the Kushan people is not worth mentioning at all."
Li Yuanba strode forward again and rushed to Baahubali's face: "Hey, you big oaf, get up. I haven't had my fill of fighting yet, you can't just fall down like this."
King Bahuba looked at Li Yuanba, not expecting that such a child could possess such power.
When I arrived.
King Baahubali led an army of 2 million men, and was extremely arrogant along the way, thinking himself the greatest ruler in the world.
As a result, when they encountered Jiang Tian's team, Jiang Tian's more than 2,000 men routed them.
King Bahubali knew that even without the intervention of the Northern Liang cavalry, Western Xia cavalry, Tibetan cavalry, and Mighty Cavalry, the situation would be dire.
Jiang Tian's team alone could wipe out their 2 million people in just a few days.
King Bahubali tried to get up from the ground, struggling for a long time: "You barbarians, I will never forget the grudge I have against you today."
One day I will make you pay me back, with interest.
“Every single one of you here, I’m going to make you wish you were dead.”
Before King Bahubali could finish speaking, Li Yuanba roared and leaped into the air, reaching a height of over ten meters.
Immediately afterwards, Li Yuanba's body fell from the sky.
He hurled the heavy Tsar Cannon from above at Baahubali.
A click sounded.
The Tsar's cannon slammed heavily onto Bahubali's head.
This guy was smashed into a pile of minced meat.
The Olige inside King Bahubali's belly was smashed away.
The stench was overwhelming.
"This kind of trash dares to spout such nonsense?" Li Yuanba looked at the bloodstains on the Tsar's cannon. "I have to go wash the cannon again."
After saying that, Li Yuanba carried the cannon and galloped away into the distance.
Xiang Yu watched as Baahubali was smashed into a bloody pulp: "Just as my lord said, these Kushan people have no skills other than boasting."
"This kind of trash isn't even worthy of being my personal guard, yet he dares to call himself a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand men. Is he trying to make me laugh to death?"
“Go back…” Jiang Tian jumped into the car. “I reckon the victory celebration banquet is already being prepared in the royal palace.”
Jiang Tian drove slowly towards the capital of Beiliang.
A dozen trucks and two cavalrymen followed closely behind.
The two tigers, having eaten and drunk their fill, each with a human leg in its mouth, sped off towards the capital with Jiang Tian.
The Tibetan national teacher, the Tibetan prince, Li Yuanhao, the Western Xia general, and Duan Yanqing, the Dali persimmon master, looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What should we do?" the Tibetan prince asked after a long pause.
"Now that we're here, let's go and pay our respects to Lord Jiang Tian." The Tibetan National Preceptor watched Jiang Tian's carriage disappear into the distance, and inwardly exclaimed in admiration, "Lord Jiang, what kind of carriage is that? It runs incredibly fast without any horses."
The Tibetan national preceptor lightly tapped his legs against the horse's belly, and the warhorse galloped forward.
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