"I have some understanding of Chinese culture and have heard stories about swords from Zhuangzi.”
"The Son of Heaven Sword, the Dukedom Sword, and the Commoner Sword.”
"According to the Three Swords of Zhuangzi, this Son of Heaven's Sword should be invincible.”
"However, it is dim and dull in front of your plebeian sword. It's a little ridiculous!”
Tuli Khagan laughed bitterly, his tone somewhat desolate."You can be considered to have created a historical precedent. You're truly unparalleled. It's a foregone conclusion that your name will be left in history.”
When a man is about to die, his cry is sad!
Tuli Khagan was in a bad mood, and he was even more talkative.
As the Prairie King spoke, the world fell silent.
This was the last courtesy everyone held their breath and gave to the king of the curtain.
Thus, Tuli Khagan's words fell into the ears of everyone present.
Hearing Tuli Khagan praise his general, the white-robed army wore proud expressions.
A sense of honor and glory arose spontaneously, as if the person being praised was not Chu Xiu, but themselves.
Seeing the Prairie King lower his proud head, Di Qiong and the others thought that Chu Yu would leave some face for the Tuli Khagan.
Chu Xiu was completely unmoved by Tuli Khagan's praise.
"Are you done?"
"Are these your last words?"
Chu Xiu quietly listened to Tuli Khagan, but he didn't continue.
The Son of Heaven Sword and the Commoner Sword were what Chuang Tzu had said.
However, Chu Xiu only believed that the sword in his hand could make a Noble look down on him.
Hearing Chu Xiu's arrogant words, Tuli Khagan was startled.
He took a closer look at Chu Xiu and felt a boundless sense of terror, causing his heart to tremble.
He had a premonition that he might not be the first king tier to die at Chu Xiu's hands.
The king's blood might just be the beginning of his legend.
Who knew how much more blood would be on the butcher's hands.
Khagan Tuli thought.
"If you have finished your last words, I will send you on your way.”
As soon as Chu Xiu finished speaking, the remaining several thousand Turkic cavalry immediately began to revolt.
They were the personal guards of the Tuli Khagan. Even if they feared Chu Xiu like tigers, they would not let Chu Xiu harm the Tuli Khagan.
If he wanted to harm Tuli Khagan, he would have to step over their corpses.
Chu Xiu was unmoved by their actions.
To him, it was just a little more effort.
It was just a few thousand people. If he attacked with all his strength, he could at most finish them off in half a cup of tea's time.
Moreover, the distance between him and the Tuli Khagan had reached a point where he could finish it off with a single charge.
"Chu Xiu, I want to fight you.”
Tuli Khagan suddenly charged out from the protection of his subordinates, wielding the Ash Wolf Golden Saber, the symbol of Western Turkic authority, and challenged Chu Xiu to a one-on-one duel.
Since his death was already decided, Tuli Khagan expressed that he would die a grand death.
He, Ashina Bobi, the ruler of the Western Turks, was born a decent man and would die a dignified death.
At the end of the road, he did not choose to commit suicide like the West Chu Overlord.
Thus, he chose to attack Chu Xiu.
He was the Khan on horseback, and even if he died, he would die on horseback.
This was the last bit of stubbornness in the Tuli Khagan.
He could tell that he was here to die.
Chu Xiu remembered that this was the first king tier to die at his hands, so he decided to give him some face.
"Khagan Tuli, your head is mine.”
After he finished speaking, Chu Xiu stood proudly with his spear and used the fiercest and most overbearing one-on-one technique of the Prairie Hundred Strikes,'Might Overlord'.
He concentrated all of his energy into a spear strike.
He had used this incomparably tyrannical technique to send Tuli Khagan on his way.
Tuli Khagan was satisfied to see such a miraculous technique.
Even if he died, he would die in peace.
"Roar ~"
"Roar ~"
"Roar ~"
The Turks felt as if the sky had collapsed after the death of Tuli Khagan.
With the death of Tuli Khagan, the Western Turks were finished.
In an instant, the entire place howled in pain.
The Turks were respectfully sending off their Wolf King.
He didn't disturb them. After killing Tuli Khagan, Chu Xiu's essence, spirit, and soul had fused into one.
When the time came, he had already become a genuine Baodan Grandmaster.
Of course, with Chu Xiu's background, he was naturally not an ordinary Controlled Dan Heavenly Grandmaster.
Under this slaughter, his foundation was extremely solid. He actually crossed several minor realms in one step and reached the perfected Controlled Dan realm.
He had also mastered the legendary and mysterious Way of Sincerity.
After some time, the Turks finally stopped wailing.
There was no light in their eyes. They didn't even look at Chu Xiu with hatred. They were like walking corpses.
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