Chapter 169 Total Destruction
Sun Wukong looked at the densely packed Tatars, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he pointed his finger at the golden cudgel.

"Boom!" The golden cudgel rolled and crushed the Tatars.

"Ah" The Tatars stared at the scene in amazement. The sticks were pressing down like a mountain, making them a little unbelievable.

"Run. Run quickly." A heart-wrenching roar was heard. Judging from the person who spoke, he should be a general.

"Crack, crack." The sound of bones breaking reached their ears.

They saw the Tatar in the front being crushed under the sticks without any resistance, and his body was smashed into pieces and turned into a bloody skin.

Their faces turned pale, they dropped their weapons and ran away.
"Its speed is getting...faster," someone else shouted in horror.

The Tatar who heard the sound turned around and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

It was indeed true. The stick rolled faster and faster, and the "crackling" sound made my scalp tingle.

"What is this? It's so... scary."

"Whatever it is, run for your life."

"Yes, yes, run for your life, run for your life quickly"

Many Tatars climbed onto their horses in a panic, whipping their horses wildly, trying to escape.

Sun Wukong saw the actions of the cavalrymen.

"Ha, you want to escape on horseback?" After saying that, a sharp whistle suddenly came out of his mouth.

When the horses heard the whistle, they stopped almost instinctively.

Then they all knelt down, their eyes filled with awe, that awe seemed to come from their blood.

No matter how the Tatars whipped the horses, they would not move, and some of them were already covered in bruises.

This made the Tatars look confused. When they turned around and saw the rolling sticks, they dared not delay any longer, jumped off their horses and ran away.

The horses still knelt there, and even though the sticks were almost in front of them, they still put their heads to the ground with a look of submission.

Sun Wukong smiled.

"not bad."

When the stick was about to crush the horse in front, it suddenly flew into the air, passed directly over the herd of horses, and landed heavily in the group of Tatars.

"Boom" smoke and dust rose up and continued to roll, but the horses were unharmed.

Then came the sound of the Tatars crying for their parents.

Wu Liang was already dumbfounded on the city wall. The sight of the bloody human skins on the ground made him shiver.

Didn’t you see those surviving soldiers holding onto the wall, looking down with trembling legs?
This was a huge shock to them. They had seen murders before, but they had never seen such a murder. It was too brutal.

Finally, the last Tatar was crushed into a meat pie. Sun Wukong shook his head and reached out to take back the golden hoop.
"Boring, really boring." He appeared beside Wu Neng in a flash and slapped Wu Neng on the shoulder.
"Okay, it's all settled."

Wu Neng was slapped and fell to the ground. He was so frightened that his legs went limp. How could he withstand such a slap? He turned around and said in fear:

"Thank you very much, Master Zhen."

Sun Wukong picked up Wu Neng and said helplessly

"Alas, you fool, it will be a trouble if your memory is not restored. I, Old Sun, am leaving." After saying that, he jumped up and turned into golden light and disappeared.

Wu Neng patted his chest and smiled bitterly.

"The master is truly amazing, and the disciple he trained is also such a monster." After saying this, he glanced outside the city again, and his face turned a little paler.

"Is there anyone still alive?" Wu Neng roared.

"Have"

"here"

"I'm not dead either."

Wu Neng looked at the few dozen people and shook his head.

"Go to other military units to call for help and tell them that the Tatars outside the city are dead and that they need to clean up the battlefield."

"Uh, sir, will they come?"

Wu Neng laughed sarcastically

"Hmph, those rubbish guards won't come, and they'll run faster than one another to clean up the battlefield." If there weren't so many Tatar corpses on the battlefield, it would be difficult to clean up.

He wouldn't ask them to come, but there was nothing he could do now.

The other people from the military department naturally didn't believe it, until they sent someone to take a look, and then they hurried over with their people.

When the city gate opened, an extremely strong smell of blood hit everyone in the face, and everyone started vomiting immediately.

As the highest commander of the military department, Qiu Liang looked at Wu Neng with a pale face after he finished vomiting.

Commander Wu, who killed these Tatars? Why is there such a scene?

Wu Neng looked at Qiu Liang with disdain.
"Ningguogong's apprentice, what's the matter, Lord Qiu wants to steal the credit? Haha, go ahead, I will never stop you."

Qiu Liang's face changed. Even his old man was afraid of Jia Hu.

How dare I provoke him? The little thoughts that just popped up in my mind were extinguished in an instant.

"Haha, how dare I? I'm just asking out of curiosity."

Wu Neng was too lazy to say anything more to him and took his men out first.

The news spread quickly. When the people in the city learned that the Tatars had been annihilated, they all ran towards the city gate out of curiosity.

Then they ran back one by one with pale faces.

This made those who didn't intend to join in the fun curious, and they also ran out of the city.
The result was the same as theirs, all with pale faces, and they came back supporting each other.

"It's miserable, it's really miserable."

"Human skin, all human skin." "I heard that it was done by the apprentice of Duke Ningguo."

"Yes, they said it was crushed by something like a stone pillar."

"Hiss is horrible."

The people of the entire capital were all staring at a pale face and talking about it. Only by seeing it with one's own eyes could one know how shocking the scene was.

But soon they were attracted by another piece of news, which was even more shocking. After all, the Tatars were dead, and that was a good thing.

"Have you heard? It turns out that Duke Ning's fiancée, Miss Lin, is actually the daughter of His Majesty."

"It's all spread. No wonder Ningguo Guild took action."

"Tsk, we still don't know if the Lin family girl is your majesty's bloodline."

"Both emperors are dead. Before his death, the current emperor issued an edict to pass the throne to this daughter."

"There's nothing we can do about it. The new emperor has only been on the throne for a short time and has no children yet, only a daughter."

"I don't think the ministers would agree. How can a woman be the emperor?"

"Yeah, I think so too. It would be unacceptable if a woman could get ahead of us."

"Isn't there Prince Zhongshun?"

"Yes, didn't the previous emperor have two princes? They are also of royal blood."

"Just watch, those scholars will not let a woman become emperor."

Unconsciously, this trend was distorted, and the people were not optimistic about a woman being the emperor.

Perhaps someone fanned the flames, and gradually people began to question Lin Daiyu.

On the top floor of the restaurant, a young man in brocade clothes was looking at the street below.
"Your Highness." A middle-aged man closed the door and walked in.

"Well, how's it going?" The young man said calmly without even turning his head.

"My Lord, the news has spread all over the city."

"That's good." The young master's face was a little cold.
He was the eldest prince of Emperor Qianwen, and was conferred the title of Prince of Anping by Emperor Qianwu, who spared him from being killed.

Prince Anping's eyes flickered. He knew from the title that he had to be quiet and obedient.

But how could he be willing to do that? He could have gotten that position.

He thought he had no chance, but who knew that both emperors were dead? When he heard the news,
He almost jumped up with excitement. The opportunity had come.

"What's going on in the palace?"

"Your Highness, the girl from the Lin family is still in the palace. Judging from her appearance, she will not leave the palace."

"Humph, she doesn't know what's good for her. Does she think she can ascend to the throne with just an imperial edict?
Not to mention that she is a woman, who can guarantee that her bloodline is fine?" Prince Anping sneered.

The middle-aged man glanced at Prince Anping.
"Your Highness, but she is the fiancée of Duke Ningguo, and she has the support of Duke Ningguo."

This made the Prince of Anping's face darken.
"Were the Tatars outside the city really killed by the apprentice of Duke Ningguo?"

"That's right, Your Highness. Many people saw it. It can't be fake." Fear flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He also went to see the battlefield and still has nightmares.

Prince Anping's face darkened. Suddenly, he reached out and took out a blood-red token. His eyes were deep.

"He is very powerful, but it's not like no one can kill him."

The middle-aged man was stunned and took a look at the token. Just one look made his heart beat fast.

"My lord, what is this?"

Prince Anping put away the token, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"You forced me to do this." The origin of this token is very strange. He got it recently. He had a dream.

In the dream, a bloody figure gave him the token and said that if he encountered any difficulties, as long as he could sacrifice the blood of 10,000 people, someone would help him.

He originally thought it was just a dream, but when he woke up, the token actually appeared next to him.

He felt that the bloody figure was not a good person, so he had never used him, but he did not abandon him either.

"There's a severe drought in Shanxi, right?" Prince Anping suddenly said.

The middle-aged man was a little confused by the question, but he nodded.

"Yes, Your Majesty, there are refugees coming to the capital now."

Prince Anping narrowed his eyes.
"Take those refugees to that valley for me."

"Oh, Your Majesty, we don't have enough food." The middle-aged man looked at Prince Anping in astonishment. Could it be that the prince was planning to help those refugees in order to gain a good reputation?

Prince Anping said coldly

"That's enough. As long as you don't starve to death, I don't need to teach you. Also, only 10,000 people are enough. There's no need to accept too many."

The middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's barely OK." After hesitating for a moment, he asked

"My Lord, why do you do this?"

Prince Anping turned around and looked at the middle-aged man coldly.

"Just do as you are told. Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

The middle-aged man's heart trembled and he nodded quickly.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. It is my subordinate Meng Lang who is guilty."

Prince Anping stopped looking at him and looked towards the direction of Ningguo Mansion, muttering,
"As long as I kill you, no one can stand in my way."

In the palace, Lin Daiyu and Jia Hu sat in the imperial garden. Shi Xiangyun and the others began to take over the power of the palace.

Shi Xiangyun was decisive in killing people, and anyone who resisted was killed.

(End of this chapter)