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

Chapter 757 Engaging in a Fierce Battle with Zhu Di
"This old minister is fine, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty," Yao Guangxiao said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken.

"Sir, thanks to you today, otherwise I'm afraid..." Zhu Di didn't finish his sentence, but his eyes were filled with gratitude.

"Your Majesty is too kind. This is what this old minister should do," Yao Guangxiao quickly replied.

"We have suffered heavy losses in today's battle. Let's withdraw our troops first." Zhu Di looked around at the battlefield, his heart filled with helplessness.

"Your Majesty is wise." Yao Guangxiao nodded.

The Yan army sounded the retreat and slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

Zhu Xiong Ying watched the departing Yan army, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He knew that this war was not over yet, and the feud between him and Zhu Di was not yet settled.

"Xiongying, let's go back too," Xu Miaoyun said softly, supporting Zhu Xiongying.

"Okay." Zhu Xiong Ying nodded and turned to leave.

As the sun set, the battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. The air was thick with the pungent stench of blood, enough to make one nauseous.

The outcome of this war remains to be seen. But one thing is certain: this war will change the fate of the Ming Dynasty, and also the fate of Zhu Xiong Ying and Zhu Di…

Zhu Xiong Ying returned to his tent, and the imperial physician immediately went to treat his wound. The arrow wound was deep, almost reaching his lungs and internal organs. The physician carefully removed the arrowhead, applied medicine, and bandaged the wound.

"Your Majesty, your injuries are severe; you need to rest well," the imperial physician advised.

Zhu Xiong Ying was pale, but he forced himself to say, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Xu Miaoyun sat to the side, looking at Zhu Xiong Ying with heartache. She knew that Zhu Xiong Ying was putting on a brave face; his injuries were far more serious than he appeared.

"Xiongying, you should rest well. Leave the rest to me," Xu Miaoyun said softly.

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep. He was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Xu Miaoyun looked at the sleeping Zhu Xiong Ying, her eyes filled with worry. She knew that this war had only just begun, and the road ahead was long and fraught with unknown dangers… Just then, a commotion arose outside the tent, and a guard rushed in in a panic…

The guard knelt on one knee, his face ashen: "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Yan army... the Yan army has returned!"

Xu Miaoyun's eyebrows shot up, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes: "They actually dare to come back to their deaths!"

Zhu Xiong Ying slowly opened his eyes, his gaze showing no panic, but rather a hint of mockery: "It seems Zhu Di really won't give up until he's driven to the Yellow River. Issue the order: the entire army must be on high alert and prepare for battle!"

He struggled to get up, but Xu Miaoyun held him down: "Xiong Ying, your injury..."

Zhu Xiong Ying grabbed Xu Miao Yun's hand, his eyes resolute: "I have said it before, today I will personally kill that old scoundrel Yao Guangxiao! How can I allow others to lay a finger on my empire!"

Looking into Zhu Xiong Ying's resolute eyes, Xu Miao Yun felt both worried and admiring. She knew that Zhu Xiong Ying was a true emperor, possessing unparalleled domineering spirit and determination.

"Guards, drape armor over me!" Zhu Xiong Ying shouted.

The imperial physician hurriedly advised, "Your Majesty, your injuries..."

"Shut up!" Zhu Xiong Ying roared. "How dare you interfere in my life and death!"

The imperial physician was too frightened to speak and could only watch helplessly as Zhu Xiong Ying donned his armor and went back to the battlefield.

As night fell, flames soared into the sky on the battlefield, and the shouts of battle were deafening. Zhu Xiong Ying took the lead, leading his army in a desperate fight against the Yan army.

The Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand gleamed coldly, each swing claiming several lives. Blood splattered on his face, yet it did nothing to shake his resolve.

"Zhu Di! You traitorous scoundrel, today is your death day!" Zhu Xiong Ying roared as he charged toward Zhu Di.

Zhu Di was not to be outdone, brandishing his long sword and engaging Zhu Xiong Ying in a fierce battle.

Seeing this, the morale of the soldiers on both sides soared, and their battle cries shook the heavens.

On the battlefield, swords clashed and blood flew everywhere. Zhu Xiong Ying and Zhu Di were both highly skilled in martial arts, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand. Just then, Yao Guangxiao suddenly appeared behind Zhu Xiong Ying, holding a dagger, and thrust it towards Zhu Xiong Ying's back.

"Xiongying, watch out!" Xu Miaoyun exclaimed in alarm upon seeing this.

Zhu Xiong Ying was prepared. She dodged Yao Guangxiao's attack by sidestepping and stabbed Yao Guangxiao in the chest with her sword.

"Ah!" Yao Guangxiao screamed and fell to the ground.

"You old bastard, you've finally met your match!" Zhu Xiong Ying sneered, stepping on Yao Guangxiao's chest.

Yao Guangxiao coughed up blood, glaring venomously at Zhu Xiong Ying: "Zhu Xiong Ying, you'll die a horrible death..."

"Whether I die well or not is none of your business to judge!" Zhu Xiong Ying sneered, and with a wave of his Longyuan Sword, ended Yao Guangxiao's life.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Di's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "Mr. Yao!"

He attacked Zhu Xiong Ying frantically, each move deadly.

Despite being seriously injured, Zhu Xiong Ying's spirit remained undiminished, and he engaged in a fierce battle with Zhu Di.

The two exchanged blows, and the battle raged fiercely.

Suddenly, Zhu Di stabbed Zhu Xiong Ying in the shoulder with his sword.

"Ah!" Zhu Xiong Ying groaned, his body swaying slightly.

"Xiong Ying!" Xu Miaoyun was shocked when she saw this and quickly rode over to block Zhu Xiong Ying's path.

“Miaoyun, you…” Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Xu Miaoyun, his heart filled with emotion.

"Xiongying, don't speak, I'll protect you!" Xu Miaoyun said with a firm look in her eyes.

She wielded her long sword with impenetrable skill, deflecting Zhu Di's attacks one by one.

Seeing this, Zhu Di's anger intensified, and his attack became even more ferocious.

Although Xu Miaoyun was highly skilled in martial arts, she was, after all, a woman, and her physical strength gradually gave out.

Just then, a cold arrow suddenly shot out and hit Xu Miaoyun in the chest.

"Miaoyun!" Zhu Xiong Ying watched helplessly as Xu Miaoyun collapsed, his heart filled with unbearable grief.

He roared, his eyes bloodshot, and pounced on Zhu Di like a mad beast.

"Zhu Di! I'm going to kill you!"

Zhu Xiong Ying acted like a madman, completely disregarding his own safety, wildly wielding the Longyuan Sword in his hand, forcing Zhu Di to retreat repeatedly.

Zhu Di was horrified; he had never seen Zhu Xiong Ying so insane.

Just then, Zhu Di suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes, and without hesitation, he thrust the Longyuan Sword in his hand toward Zhu Di's throat...

At this critical moment, a group of men in black suddenly descended from the sky and surrounded Zhu Xiong Ying...

The men in black were all incredibly agile, emerging from the night like ghosts, their swords gleaming coldly in the firelight. Zhu Xiong Ying roared, his Dragon Abyss Sword flashing as it formed a curtain of light, forcing back the attacking men in black. His eyes were bloodshot, radiating murderous intent, like a blood-soaked war god.

"Zhu Di! You coward, all you can do is hide behind others!" Zhu Xiong Ying roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)