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

Chapter 732 A Resounding Victory
After stumbling and falling all the way, Zhu Xiong Ying finally escaped from the palace.

He looked at the burning palace behind him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

This place was once his home, his domain, but now it's just ruins.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" Xiao Die slowly woke up, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at the scene before her.

Zhu Xiong Ying took a deep breath, his eyes gradually hardening. "I will regroup, I will lead the Ming cavalry to crush everything!"

He was no longer that weak and incompetent emperor; he was Zhu Xiong Ying, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

He will use his own hands to take back everything that belongs to him!
In the days that followed, Zhu Xiong Ying went into hiding, recruiting soldiers and secretly accumulating strength.

He experienced countless hardships and tribulations, and witnessed the coldness and warmth of human relationships and the fickleness of the world.

But he never gave up on his dream, nor did he ever forget his hatred.

He knew that one day he would make a comeback and make those who had betrayed and hurt him pay the price!
Three years later, Zhu Xiong Ying finally assembled a powerful army.

He stood on a high platform, clad in golden armor and wielding a sharp sword, looking down upon his soldiers.

"Soldiers, I am the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, Zhu Xiong Ying!"

His voice resounded through the sky, full of power and majesty.

"I will lead you to conquer the world and reclaim everything we have lost!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers raised their weapons high, shouted in unison, and their morale soared.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhu Xiong Ying was filled with lofty ambitions.

He knew that his path to revenge had only just begun...

With banners waving, Zhu Xiong Ying led his army on a grand march into the distance.

Their target is the Mongol tribes on the northern grasslands!
Zhu Xiong Ying is determined to announce his return with a resounding victory!
However, just as the army was marching, an unexpected message reached Zhu Xiong Ying's ears...

The news from the scouts was like a bolt from the blue—Yan Chixia was dead. He died at the hands of the Old Demon of the Northern Underworld.

Zhu Xiong Ying gripped the intelligence report tightly, his knuckles turning white. For three years, he had endured hardship and bided his time, hoping Yan Chixia could hold back the Northern Underworld Demon and buy him time, but unexpectedly…

"Your Majesty, Master Yan, he..." Xiao Die looked timidly at Zhu Xiong Ying, her eyes filled with tears.

Zhu Xiong Ying took a deep breath, suppressing the grief in his heart. "I understand." His tone was calm, yet it sent a chill down one's spine. Yan Chixia's death had completely disrupted his plans. He would not have peace until the Old Demon of the Northern Underworld was eliminated.

The Mongol tribes? They were no longer important. He needed to deal with the Northern Darkness Demon, this greatest threat, first!

"Pass down the order: the army is to change course, target—Black Wind Mountain!" Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was powerful and resolute, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Black Wind Mountain is the lair of the Northern Dark Demon.

"Your Majesty, you mustn't!" An old minister stepped forward, trembling. "Black Wind Mountain is a treacherous place, teeming with demons. A rash attack could lead to the annihilation of our entire army!"

Zhu Xiong Ying glanced at him coldly, "My mind is made up, no need for further words!"

“But…” The old minister wanted to persuade him further, but was interrupted by Zhu Xiong Ying.

"Am I the emperor, or are you the emperor?" Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was icy cold, frightening the old minister into not daring to say another word.

The army changed direction and headed towards Black Wind Mountain.

Along the way, the soldiers discussed the matter extensively, filled with worry about the mission.

"What's wrong with Your Majesty? Why do you suddenly want to attack Black Wind Mountain?" "We've heard there are monsters in Black Wind Mountain. Wouldn't we be committing suicide if we went?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let His Majesty hear!"

Zhu Xiong Ying heard all these discussions clearly, but he ignored them. He had only one thought in his mind: to kill the Old Demon Bei Ming and avenge Yan Chi Xia!
Black Wind Mountain is gloomy and terrifying, never seeing sunlight. The trees on the mountain are withered and twisted, like menacing demons.

As the army arrived at the foot of the mountain, a chilling aura swept over them, causing the soldiers to shiver.

"Your Majesty, this place is very eerie, we should..." a general cautiously suggested.

"Shut up!" Zhu Xiong Ying roared. "I've said it before, my mind is made up!"

He dismounted, drew his sword, and pointed it at the mountaintop. "Soldiers, follow me up the mountain and vanquish the Northern Underworld Demon!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Despite their fear, the soldiers raised their weapons and followed Zhu Xiong Ying as they charged up the mountain.

As expected, there were many demons and monsters on Black Wind Mountain. All sorts of strange monsters swarmed in from all directions and launched an attack on the army.

In an instant, shouts of battle shook the heavens, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Zhu Xiong Ying took the lead, his sword flashing like lightning, and wherever it passed, demons and monsters perished.

His body was covered in blood, but he showed no fear and fought even more bravely.

"Old demon of the Northern Underworld, come out and face your death!" Zhu Xiong Ying roared, his voice echoing throughout the valley.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and a huge figure appeared on the mountaintop.

The figure was tens of feet tall, completely black, with eight huge spider legs and a ferocious face; it was none other than the Old Demon of the Northern Underworld!

"Young Emperor, how dare you trespass on my territory! You're asking for trouble!" The voice of the Old Demon of the Northern Underworld was like thunder, deafening.

Zhu Xiong Ying sneered, "I've come today to take your dog's life!"

"Hahaha, you think you can take me?" The Old Demon of the Northern Sea laughed loudly, "You overestimate yourself!"

Having said that, the Old Demon of the Northern Sea swung his enormous spider legs and slammed them down hard at Zhu Xiong Ying.

Zhu Xiong Ying dodged the attack with a flash, then swung his sword at the spider leg of the Northern Dark Demon.

"Dang!" There was a loud noise and sparks flew everywhere.

The spider legs of the Northern Dark Demon were completely unharmed!

Zhu Xiong Ying was shocked; the Northern Darkness Demon's defense was incredibly strong!

"Young Emperor, your sword is too dull; it can't hurt me at all!" the Old Demon of the Northern Underworld mocked.

Zhu Xiong Ying gritted his teeth. He knew that ordinary attacks were completely ineffective against the Northern Underworld Demon.

He must find the weakness of the Northern Darkness Demon in order to defeat him!

Just then, Zhu Xiong Ying suddenly noticed a red mark on the abdomen of the Northern Underworld Demon.

Could this be the weakness of the Northern Darkness Demon?
Zhu Xiong Ying had an idea and decided to take the risk.

He took a deep breath, concentrated all his inner energy into the sword, and then thrust it towards the red mark on the abdomen of the Northern Darkness Demon...

The moment the sword tip pierced the red mark, a powerful force rebounded, causing Zhu Xiong Ying's hands to go numb and making it almost impossible for him to hold the sword. The Northern Dark Demon let out a shrill scream, its massive body trembling violently, its eight spider legs flailing wildly, causing rocks to crumble and trees to fall.

(End of this chapter)