Chapter 259

“Are you telling me the absolute truth?! Spit it out! NOW!”

At this moment, Ying Zheng’s majestic eyes were wide, staring intensely at Zhao Gao before him. Utter shock and disbelief swirled deep within his pupils.

Zhao Gao’s heart hammered against his ribs. Tremble! He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look up, his mind reeling like a storm-tossed sea. How many years had it been? How many years since His Majesty had shown such astonishment? He never lost his composure before his subjects, but now… he’d made an exception.

An exception because of the Little Immortal!

Zhao Gao couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. Hisss!

But he didn’t dare hesitate, quickly bowing even lower. “Y-Your Majesty! Th-this news came directly from Generals Bai Qi and Wang Jian… through the Net Blood Letter Intelligence System! There’s absolutely no mistake! T-they saw it with their own eyes! The report s-s-says… the million-strong Heavenly Wolf Army condensed the Heavenly Wolf Soul, b-but—”

Zhao Gao spoke rapidly, but Ying Zheng couldn’t wait. WHOOSH! He snatched the intelligence scroll from Zhao Gao’s hand, his eyes scanning ten lines at a glance.

The more he read, the wider his eyes grew, the shock in them deepening with every word. Finally, he didn’t even notice when the scroll slipped from his grasp. Thump. Zhao Gao scrambled to pick it up, completely understanding the emperor’s seismic shock.

When Zhao Gao himself had first received the report, his first reaction had been his knees buckling! Wobble! He’d literally gone weak-kneed from fright, needing a servant girl’s support to keep from collapsing. It took him a good while to recover enough to rush here and inform the First Emperor.

“Haaaah… Wiping out a million soldiers with a wave of his hand… Does such a monstrous person truly exist in this world? The Immortal Dao… is it really that unfathomable, beyond mortal comprehension?”

This was the first time the First Emperor had been this profoundly shaken.

Unlike before, no matter how powerful Ning Changge had seemed, it had still been within the realm of comprehension. But this level of strength… it completely shattered his imagination.

Once something was beyond his control…

Once that feeling of having everything planned, everything within his grasp, vanished… the First Emperor seemed little different from an ordinary man caught in a storm.

The report clearly detailed Ning Changge’s terrifying might.

One hundred thousand Star Sword Qis, three thousand Pagoda Sword Qis.

Annihilating a million soldiers!

Without a shred of mercy! Such strength and audacity stunned even the First Emperor. A wry, bitter smile touched his lips. “Hah… Sigh. It seems I… still underestimated this Little Immortal. I originally thought, with his skills, he could at most escape unscathed. I was even planning for Wang Jian and Bai Qi to offer some ‘timely aid’… but I never, ever expected…”

Slams fist lightly on the armrest. “He defies all worldly logic! One man against a million… and he won! Annihilated them!”

“A monster! Truly, an unparalleled monster, the likes of which haven’t been seen in ages!” The First Emperor shook his head repeatedly.

He had to admit, he’d misjudged badly.

With such strength, Ning Changge was practically equivalent to a highly mobile, elite army of a million. One man worth a million, and one who could appear anywhere at any time. The threat level was maxed out.

You could say…

This was truly one man against a nation.

And worse, the report also stated that in a few days, Ning Changge intended to go to the Mongol Yuan imperial capital… to behead Temujin!

At this thought, gravity and deep apprehension clouded Ying Zheng’s eyes.

Regardless of whether this Little Immortal was genuinely confident or just bluffing, the sheer power demonstrated by annihilating a million soldiers was undeniable. Unlike Bai Qi’s earlier speculation that the dynasties might unite against Wudang, Ying Zheng instantly discarded that notion.

He knew.

Ning Changge had already established himself.

What could the combined might of dynasties do now?

Could they gather ten million elite soldiers to crush Wudang? That wasn’t realistic. Even if they destroyed Wudang, Ning Changge could roam free, becoming an even greater menace.

The First Emperor saw it clearly.

He had to stick to his original decision: the Little Immortal could only be befriended!

“Pass down the order! Tell the two generals to closely monitor the situation in the Mongol Yuan capital! The Ren Tu Army is not to withdraw yet. Have them encamp a hundred li outside Wudang. If anyone dares to target Wudang while the Little Immortal is away… they are to block them, absolutely!” Ying Zheng commanded, his voice heavy.

Zhao Gao trembled internally, his awe for the Little Immortal reaching its peak. Gulp. When had he ever seen the First Emperor treat someone from the Jianghu with such… deference? It was all dictated by the Little Immortal’s strength.

With enough power, even the emperors of the Nine Provinces had to yield.

He could see it – the First Emperor was placing his bet early. He didn’t even need to wait for the outcome in the Mongol capital; he was already certain Ning Changge’s ascent was unstoppable.

“T-this servant… obeys!”

The First Emperor gazed towards the horizon, his expression complex, murmuring to himself, “The Nine Provinces… are entering a new era, aren’t they… hmmm…”

He could foresee it.

Regardless of the outcome this time, as long as Ning Changge returned unharmed from the Mongol capital, the status of Wudang and Ning Changge would skyrocket. They would ascend from a mere Jianghu sacred ground to a level capable of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the major dynasties.

Even…

If Ning Changge truly beheaded Temujin… then…