Yang Sheng's body shimmered with light, and he pushed the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts to its limit. He gripped the end of the Soul-Severing Spear tightly and slammed it backward as if he were swinging a giant hammer!
The massive city wall collapsed and shattered in an instant, turning into ruins.
Yang Sheng then turned around and walked towards Bastu, who was completely exhausted and on his last legs, and said calmly, "Now you should be willing to talk, right?"
Despair crossed Bastu's face. He didn't answer Yang Sheng's question, but only murmured, "Why haven't they come yet?"
He was waiting not only for the envoys from the Buddhist kingdom and the monks of Mount Ling, but also for reinforcements from the Jurchen people of the north.
He had already made a deal with the Northern Jurchens, who were all cavalrymen, and they would have arrived even if they had to walk!
At this moment, in a dense forest on a hillside on the edge of the capital, tens of thousands of cavalrymen waited quietly, their movements so subtle that even the slightest step of their horses was barely perceptible.
These people wore tattered armor and were filthy from head to toe. Only a few had complete armor, carried giant bows and scimitars, and exuded a fierce aura.
Some people took off their helmets and wiped the sweat from their heads, revealing bald heads with only small braids at the back of their heads, resembling rat tails.
These people were the reinforcements from the Northern Jurchens that Bastu had invited. In fact, they had arrived long ago, but they had not made a move yet, instead observing the battle from the sidelines.
"Your Highness, aren't you going to make a move? One of the city gates of Shangdu has already been breached. If we wait any longer, the capital may fall into the hands of the Great Zhou."
A middle-aged man wearing a crimson dragon armor, with sharp and piercing eyes and a small mustache, said with a half-smile: "It would be good if the city fell. If the Golden Horde is not destroyed, how can we Jurchens occupy the northern lands?"
The once-golden family has completely fallen. The warriors who once shot down eagles can't even kill a chicken now. Do they deserve to own this vast grassland?
Do they deserve to be the rulers of this northern land? Bastu even dares to dream that I, the Jurchen, will come to his rescue. Has he forgotten that when I, the Jurchen, paid homage to the National Preceptor of the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple, the Jurchen leader was skinned alive and made into a drum because the white tiger skin I presented had a hole in it!
Now the tide has turned, and it's time for the Jurchens to rule the northern grasslands!
We're not like those useless bunch from the Golden Horde, eager to offer sacrifices to those greedy monks!
Back when the Golden Horde had not yet been formally established, the Vajra Wheel Temple was the true ruler of this grassland. Tribes large and small revered the Vajra Wheel Temple and worshipped it.
At that time, the Jurchen people of the North were just an insignificant little tribe, and the Vajra Minglun Temple naturally had no fear of them. They would kill any tribal leader without hesitation.
Therefore, the Jurchen people of the northern lands have harbored an extremely deep hatred for the Vajra Minglun Temple over the years.
The Jurchens of the North originated in the area between the Changbai Mountains and the Heilongjiang River. Their territory was adjacent to the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Golden Horde, and they had friction with both sides.
However, the conflict with the Great Zhou was mostly over territorial interests, while the conflict with the Vajra Minglun Temple and the Golden Horde was a long-standing feud. However, the Vajra Minglun Temple and the Golden Horde had long forgotten these grievances.
After all, the Jurchens of the North were like ants back then.
At this time, the leader of this group of Jurchen cavalry was the younger brother of Heze Changlin, the chieftain of the Northern Jurchen tribe, the Third Prince Shigeli.
He was a brave and skilled warrior, with unparalleled sharpness and spirit. He commanded the most elite eagle-shooting cavalry of the entire northern Jurchen people, and every cavalryman was skilled at shooting eagles from horseback.
"But Your Highness, we still have more than 200,000 troops from the Great Zhou in this battle. If the Golden Horde is destroyed, we will be facing the Great Zhou."
I've heard that Yang Sheng, the Grand Commander of the Great Zhou Martial Arts Hall, is incredibly powerful, comparable to a reincarnated deity. We've watched the Golden Horde and the Vajra Bright Wheel Temple crumble before our very eyes. How could we possibly defeat such a powerful figure?
His subordinates offered words of advice with slight concern.
The prince wanted the snipe and the clam to fight each other so that he could benefit as a fisherman, but the problem was that the other side was not the snipe and the clam, but tigers and wolves!
Shigeli squinted and said, "Reincarnated gods and Buddhas? Our Jurchen people now have the protection of real gods, so why would we be afraid of them?"
As he spoke, Shigeli pulled a golden dagger from his bosom, slashed his palm, and chanted, "Shigeli of the Jurchen begs the arrival of the Great Immortal Chang Tianlong to protect my Jurchen warriors and ensure their victory!"
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