407: Chapter 171: Back in the day, I was like a tiger, riding with golden spears and iron horses, my aura swallowing Wan Li!_4 407: Chapter 171: Back in the day, I was like a tiger, riding with golden spears and iron horses, my aura swallowing Wan Li!_4 On that day, Gu Daohui had finished his drink, carrying his brother’s severed head, and beca a traitor cursed by everyone in the world.
Now, as he wielded his sword, he pierced through the Emperor’s Qi Fortune and the Treasure Armor on him, which could withstand any attack.
The Emperor had no guard up against him; this was the only oversight of the Treasure Armor.
Just a despicable dog, who killed his brother and elder brother to wag his tail and seek glory, what was there to be vigilant about?
“Incompetent ruler!!
You underestimated the people of the world!”
As Gu Daohui thrust his sword, the Treasure Armor reacted, breaking his sword.
Then, masters from the royal family took action, subduing him.
Gu Daohui was struck back by the overwhelming cultivation of the Emperor, spewing blood from his mouth, then several masters pressed him down together, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
Yet Chen Dingye’s foundation, thought to be unbreakable, had been breached, his complexion pale.
Gu Daohui was being held down, kneeling on the ground.
Yet he seed to still stand tall and upright.
“Hahahaha, even the Emperor can be hurt!”
“Even the Emperor, can be hurt, can spit out blood!”
He laughed out loud, all his pent-up frustration and unwillingness from ten years of struggle, finally all vented out in a single mont!
The citizens were in uproar and panic, terrified, the imperial guards all rushed about, with so shouting:
“Save the Emperor, save the Emperor!”
“Where are the border troops!
Co out, co out!”
Such a massive shift shook everyone, but in the next mont, suddenly another montum appeared.
Amid Gu Daohui’s loud laughter, the sound of horse hooves could be clearly heard, the gates of the Imperial Palace suddenly opened, and a chestnut horse stepped forward, hoof by hoof.
Chen Dingye’s handpicked elite border troops who suppressed the Imperial Palace imdiately ford a battle formation, but this ti, these battle-hardened border troops changed their expressions.
Holding their spears, step by step, they slowly backed away, faces filled with disbelief and excitent.
The border troops gradually retreated like rcury.
The man dressed in black Heavy Armor, riding his old horse, arrived here.
Calm and dignified, dressed in a dark cape reaching to the back of his horse, he was an old cripple.
He held up his spear, slung his sword, and looked at these warriors, simply saying, “What’s wrong, don’t you rember your king?”
So these elite border troops laid down their weapons, half kneeling on the ground.
Like dark clouds dispersing, the clash of Armor was stern and fierce.
Chen Dingye rose, looking at the man who ca here alone, riding his horse.
He had been subduing these unrivaled elite border troops, suppressing, co-opting, and dividing them, using careful strategies and tactics for a full thirteen years, almost five thousand days and nights.
Yet now, that man appeared, and in just a mont, made them kneel down, lowering their eyes and heads.
He had returned, and with him, an army of thousands.
An aging hero on his old horse had co before this splendid palace.
The old, limping Wolf King pulled the reins, looking up at the Emperor, and laughed:
“Little brother, you aren’t doing a very fine job as Emperor!”
Chen Dingye’s face was pale.
What is a hero?
The most unlikely figure, appearing in the least expected place, with a spirit overcoming all; such a man, a hero of the world, deserves to die on a battlefield.
How could such a proud, fierce, and selfish man possibly use petty and contemptible strategies?
He would only show up when the enemy’s montum was at its strongest, and then defeat it head-on!
No retreat, no avoidance!
The old cripple stretched out his hand, patted the horse’s mane, then sat up, holding the reins, his gaze calm, his Armor still ferocious with a scent of blood.
Narrowing his eyes, he whispered softly, “The world…”
“I have returned.”
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