Chu Changning seemed to hear a crack appear in the depths of his heart, and a silent image surged into his mind.
A cold wind blew in gusts, black eagles soared high in the sky, their calls clear and loud, while a light drizzle pattered on the plains.
Yan Beimo sat upright on his horse, while the warhorse beneath him neighed and pawed at the ground restlessly.
The sky was dark and gloomy, heavy rain shrouded the vast Tianshan Mountains, cold wind howled behind their ears, and a white warhorse suddenly galloped away, leaping directly over the heads of the soldiers and charging forward.
Helian Ye coldly raised his hand, "Kill him!"
The soldiers from the Western Regions charged forward instantly. The sharp light of their blades flashed like snowflakes, tearing through the sky. Shouts of battle rose from all sides, and the piercing sound of blades clashing was deafening.
Having fought on the battlefield for many years and escaped death many times, Yan Beimo was not afraid of these soldiers at all, and swung his sword.
With a swift stroke, the severed limbs and head rolled off, and bright red blood stained the white robe.
He rode his horse over corpses, the cold wind whipping at his cloak, making it look like a blood-stained eagle from the Kunlun Mountains.
Looking at him, Chu Changning felt as if her blood had frozen, and even breathing became difficult.
Time seemed to rewind to that snowy night when she fell off the city wall and watched as he rode towards her relentlessly amidst a hail of arrows.
Suddenly, the figure in front of her leaped down and enveloped her.
The wind howled and roared in the wilderness, mixed with the pattering sound of rain, as if striking one's bones and blood, boiling, hissing, and cracking inch by inch.
Time seemed to stand still, and everything around us remained still.
They looked at each other silently, neither of them speaking.
The wind whistled past her ears, a cold hand brushed across her cheek, and he peeled the human skin mask off her lips.
In an instant, a familiar face appeared clearly before him.
Yan Beimo stared at her, his dark eyes seeming to churn and howl like molten lava.
A massive army surged forward, and countless arrow towers were erected on the snow-capped mountains on both sides of the river, with countless dark shadows covering the mountaintops.
Helian Ye looked at the two of them, his tone calm and devoid of any emotion.
"Release the arrows."
Yan Beimo grabbed her by the waist and pulled her away. He raised his sword, and with a sudden swing, the arrows in mid-air all broke and fell to the ground, unleashing a torrent of energy like thunder from the heavens.
The north wind howled, sounding the horn; a torrential downpour raged, and a dense rain of arrows filled the sky. The rolling wind, mixed with the cold glint of blades and the roars of battle, echoed across the land.
Just then, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves came rushing in, and thousands of iron cavalrymen came rushing in, splashing rain all the way.
The leader of the Night Hawks saw His Majesty surrounded and his eyes hardened.
"kill!"
On the vast and desolate land, the sounds of battle roared and howled, like a hurricane passing through, and bloody corpses and severed limbs covered the entire plain.
War, bloodshed, severed limbs, and piles of gruesome corpses lay in the air, while torrential rain relentlessly washed over the ground.
The bright red blood seeped into the soil along the gullies, silently devouring everything.
When Night Hawk rushed in, he saw Chu Changning's figure. After the initial shock, his gaze suddenly turned cold.
"How many more times will Madam conspire with Helian Ye to assassinate His Majesty before she is satisfied?"
The cold gazes of the Northern Army all shot straight at her, like invisible blades cleaving through the cold wind and piercing into her flesh.
Chu Changning was taken aback, his throat tightened, and he couldn't speak.
The cold wind was like a howling, piercing knife, tearing her heart apart piece by piece, like a howling wolf gnawing at it madly.
She watched as countless arrows flew towards the white figure from the mountainside, blood and flesh flying everywhere, brains splattering, and the corpses and broken arrows piled up at her feet into a small hill.
An angry roar filled the heavens and the earth as the Northern Army's troops fought their way through a bloody path.
They arrived in haste, numbering less than ten thousand, and none of them carried any shields. They charged into the battlefield in unison, brandishing their swords, like sharp blades traversing flat ground wherever they went.
As darkness fell, chaos reigned on the battlefield. Nearly 30,000 troops from the Western Regions were unable to break through. Some fell, some rose, and crimson blood stained the earth, with corpses strewn everywhere.
Chu Changning watched helplessly as the sharp blade slashed down on his shoulder, his eyes instantly turning red.
The north wind blew across the vast wilderness, and the sound of crossbow bolts and arrows echoed behind me.
She swiftly thrust the knife in her hand towards Helian Ye behind her.
The torrential rain swept across the sky and earth. He quickly flashed past and grabbed her wrist.
A silent standoff ensued between the two, and a faint anger surfaced in their glassy eyes.
Helian Ye didn't say anything. He grabbed her with one hand and raised the crossbow with the other, aiming it straight at the figure.
This is a golden arrow that craftsmen from the Western Regions spent half a year reworking and developing. It is entirely golden and extremely powerful.
Amidst howling winds and torrential rain, Chu Changning gripped the crossbow without hesitation, bright red blood gushing from her hand, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
She moved with incredible speed, using the force of the crossbow bolts to leap up, her left hand wielding a horizontal slash, and in a few leaps, she stabbed at his shoulder.
"A-Wan, you're going to kill me."
Helian Ye's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to stop the soldiers who were coming forward. He pressed his sword against the enemy, and the clash of swords produced a hissing sound.
The mournful cry of a hawk overhead and the damp, chilly air pattered against their faces.
Chu Changning's eyes were as cold as knives. "You lied to me and used me."
"He made a stupid mistake."
Helian Ye's voice was frighteningly calm.
“If you don’t kill him, you can’t go to the Western Regions. If you don’t kill him, you will be imprisoned in the palace. A-Wan, do you still want to go back?”
"That's none of your business. You shouldn't have used me to kill him."
Helian Ye sneered, a sharp glint flashing in his beautiful, glassy eyes. "If he doesn't die, the entire Western Regions will never have a day of peace."
"What difference is there between you and him? When you marched south to attack, did you ever consider the people on the border?"
Chu Changning's voice rose, his dark, bright eyes piercing sharply into his heart.
"Helian Ye, don't give your imperial ambitions a high-sounding excuse. You killed him for your hegemony, for attacking the Central Plains, and to remove the stumbling block to your struggle for the world."
With a crack, lightning ripped the sky apart, and under the gloomy sky, torrential rain poured down.
The entire land was covered in blood and corpses. Amidst tens of thousands of dark arrows and armored figures, a man in a white robe stood proudly and powerfully between heaven and earth, with multiple knife wounds on his shoulder and a slash in his leg.
He swung his hand, cutting down the Western Region soldiers who were charging at him, his eyes fixed on the two figures fighting in the distance with a predatory gaze.
The cold wind howled as he drew an arrow, nocked it, and the arrowhead, sharp and poisoned, hurtled past thousands of troops amidst the heavy rain.
It was moving so fast that you could hear the north wind howling through the air, piercing the west wind.
The soldiers around Helian Ye immediately stepped forward to block him, shouting loudly.
"Protect the young master."
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