The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 700 is utterly delusional!
"You? You dare challenge me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the man in white like lightning.

"I'd like to see just what you're capable of!"

The man in white neither dodged nor flinched, but drew his sword to meet the attack.

Amidst the flashing blades and the flickering swords, two figures passed each other.

The outcome will be decided in the next moment.

The swords flashed, swift as lightning. Zhu Xiong Ying's blade was domineering and unparalleled, carrying an overwhelming momentum, as if it would crush everything in its path. The white-clad man's sword, however, was light and graceful, flowing like clouds and water, effortlessly deflecting Zhu Xiong Ying's attacks.

After only a few moves, the man in white was already at a disadvantage. Zhu Xiong Ying's martial arts were simply too strong, so strong that it was breathtaking.

"Is this all the skill you have? You dare to challenge me?" Zhu Xiong Ying sneered, his sword strikes becoming even more ferocious.

The man in white gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on. He knew he was no match for Zhu Xiong Ying, but he had to fight. For Ye Qing Zhou, for brotherhood, he had to fight to the death!
"Ye Qingzhou is my brother! You killed him, I will make you pay with your life!" the white-robed man roared, his swordplay suddenly becoming ferocious, like a madman.

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes, "Overestimating yourself!"

He flashed and instantly appeared behind the man in white, slashing down with his sword.

The man in white was unable to dodge in time and was slashed in a deep wound on his back, from which blood gushed out.

He staggered a few steps and nearly fell to the ground.

"Is this all the skill you have? You dare to challenge me?" Zhu Xiong Ying approached step by step, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The man in white, clutching his wound and enduring the excruciating pain, raised his sword once more.

"I won't give up! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

He charged at Zhu Xiong Ying again, like a mad tiger.

Zhu Xiong Ying snorted coldly, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the white-clad man's sword pierce towards her.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the white-clad man's sword broke in two.

There wasn't even a single mark on Zhu Xiong Ying's body.

"Is this what you call revenge?" Zhu Xiong Ying scoffed. "Utterly laughable!"

He kicked the man in white away, then raised the knife in his hand, ready to end the fight.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A dark figure suddenly descended from the sky and blocked the white-clad man's path.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhu Xiong Ying's knife was blocked by the dark figure.

Zhu Xiong Ying was slightly taken aback, then flew into a rage.

"Who dares to block my path?"

The dark figure slowly raised its head, revealing an old and sinister face.

"I am the Grand Master of the Mohist School."

The leader of the Mohist school!

Zhu Xiong Ying was startled.

The Mohist school is a mysterious organization with immense power, capable of threatening even imperial authority.

Zhu Xiong Ying never expected that the leader of the Mohist school would appear here.

"Why do you want to stop me?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked in a deep voice.

The leader of the Mohist school sneered, "I have come here only to take your life!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the leader of the Mohist school launched an attack.

His martial arts skills were actually no less than Zhu Xiong Ying's!

The two instantly clashed, their swords flashing and the air filled with the deafening roar of their weapons.

At the same time, in the capital, the imperial palace.

Liu Ran sat in front of the dressing table, carefully drawing her eyebrows and eyes in front of the mirror.

"Your Majesty, you look so beautiful today," a palace maid said with a fawning expression.

Liu Ran smiled slightly, "Is that so?"

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside.

"Ye Qingzhou is dead, and the leader of the Mo family has appeared. Next, it will be your turn, Zhu Xiong Ying."

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of her lips.

……

On the frontier beyond the Great Wall, the great battle between Zhu Xiong Ying and the leader of the Mohist school has entered a fierce stage.

Both were unparalleled martial arts masters, and every time they fought, it was fraught with danger.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the two were simultaneously thrown back.

Zhu Xiong Ying fell heavily to the ground, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of her mouth.

He raised his head and looked at the leader of the Mohist school opposite him, his eyes filled with shock.

He never expected that the martial arts of the leader of the Mohist school would be so powerful.

"Who exactly are you?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked in a deep voice.

The leader of the Mohist school gave a cold laugh, "I am the leader of the Mohist school."

"The leader of the Mohist school..." Zhu Xiong Ying murmured to himself, "I've heard of you. It's said you have the ability to bring the dead back to life. Is that true?"

A strange light flashed in the eyes of the Mohist leader. "Bringing the dead back to life, how easy is that? However, I do have some special methods."

Zhu Xiong Ying's heart stirred, "If I can get your help, I can..."

Zhu Xiong Ying didn't speak, but the longing in his eyes said it all.

The leader of the Mohist school smiled and said, "I can help you, but you must agree to one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked eagerly.

The leader of the Mohist school stretched out a finger and pointed into the distance.

"I want you to hand over the entire Ming Dynasty!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiong Ying was stunned...

Zhu Xiong Ying was stunned. He had fought on the battlefield for years, emerging from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and had never imagined that one day someone would ask him to relinquish the empire he had conquered. He looked at the leader of the Mohist school, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "You're dreaming!"

The leader of the Mohist school laughed heartily, his voice aged yet full of power: "I've lived for so many years, what haven't I seen? Do you think you're invincible and can do whatever you want? Today, I'll show you what it means to be outmatched and to have someone more capable than yourself!"

Having said that, the leader of the Mohist school launched another attack, his moves even more ferocious and faster than before. Zhu Xiong Ying dared not be careless and immediately focused all his attention to counter. The two clashed once more, their swords flashing, sand and stones flying, and the surrounding trees being snapped in half by the powerful force of their energy.

Although Zhu Xiong Ying possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, the leader of the Mohist school was also formidable, and the strange longsword in his hand made it even more difficult for Zhu Xiong Ying to defend himself. After several rounds, Zhu Xiong Ying had several wounds on his body, and blood stained his dragon robe.

"Cough, cough..." Zhu Xiong Ying clutched his chest, coughing violently a few times, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the leader of the Mohist school before him, a sense of powerlessness rose within him. Was he truly destined to die here today?

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from afar. Immediately afterwards, an army appeared in everyone's sight, led by none other than Jiang Huan, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

"Your Majesty!" Jiang Huan dismounted and knelt on one knee. "I am late!"

Upon seeing Jiang Huan, Zhu Xiong Ying's spirits immediately lifted: "Perfect timing! Kill this old scoundrel for me!"

"As you command!" Jiang Huan stood up, drew his sword, and directed the Imperial Guards behind him to surround the leader of the Mohist school.

The leader of the Mohist school looked at the Imperial Guards around him without any fear. Instead, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha! These shrimp soldiers and crab generals think they can stop me? They're delusional!"

After saying that, the leader of the Mohist school swung his long sword, and a sharp sword aura shot out, instantly killing several Imperial Guards.

(End of this chapter)