The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun sensed something was wrong and noticed that her snow-white and clear face was slightly red and swollen. He immediately flew into a rage and lifted her face up: "Who hit you?!"

"Is it the Persian youth?"

The sound was as cold as nine feet of ice!

Li Youwei's eyes turned red. Under his domineering and caring attitude, she seemed very weak and nodded timidly.

Qin Yun gritted his teeth and fixed his eyes on the place where her right hand had been covering: "What's wrong?"

Li Youwei panicked, hiding her face and refusing to speak.

Qin Yun forcibly moved her hand away, but found that her ankles, that is, the hem of her skirt, were torn. Although she was not exposed, seeing this scene, his mind was filled with anger!

"Son of a bitch!" He gritted his teeth and turned around abruptly.

Li Youwei grabbed him, her beautiful eyes nervous: "Your Majesty, don't be impulsive!"

"I'm fine. Don't make enemies with the Persians because of me. That young man seems to be quite important. He is an important figure among the Persian envoys."

She was as kind as a lotus, and even at this moment she still remembered to consider Qin Yun.

"Don't worry!"

"Even if the King of Persia comes here, it will be useless!" Qin Yun gritted his teeth, swore continuously, and was completely furious!

If something happened to Li Youwei in this alley today, he would not be called Qin Yun unless he destroyed Persia until not a blade of grass remained!

Li Youwei's eyes were filled with tears, she was both moved and worried.

At this time, Elder Feng kicked the man to the ground: "Your Majesty, it's him!"

The young man fell to the ground, covered in blood, with a bruised face and nose, but no vital injuries. He looked panicked and got up.

Fearfully, “What do you want to do?”

"I warn you, I am the son of the Persian ambassador, and my father is the prince of Persia. If you dare to do anything to me, I guarantee that you will suffer the consequences!"

Qin Yun picked up a long knife on the ground and approached fiercely, as if he was looking at a dead person: "Oh? Such a high-ranking official, I am really a little scared!"

"Then do you know who I am?"

The young man stepped back in fear: "Who are you?"

As he said this, his face changed: "What do you call yourself?"

"Are you the emperor?"

Qin Yun roared: "You bastard, remember, don't mess with my woman in your next life!"

"Otherwise, no one can save you!"

The young man felt a chill running through his bones, as if he had reached the end of his life. In fear, he shouted, "No, no!"

"If you kill me, you won't be able to explain to Persia!"

"The two countries are bound to break up!" He was about to cry and wanted to escape, but behind him was a human wall formed by the Jinyiwei. Each of them was like a god of death. There was no way to heaven or door to earth. He could only watch Qin Yun approach step by step.

Qin Yun shouted angrily: "Breakup?"

"No need! I am already very unhappy with the entire Persian nation!"

After scolding, he swung his sword fiercely.

Stab it!

Blood splattered.

"Ah!!" A ghost-like scream was uttered, and the Persian youth covered his bleeding cheek, fell to the ground and rolled around wildly, screaming!

This blow chopped his face, but it was not fatal, because Qin Yun did not intend to let him go easily!

“Let me go, let me go…” the young man wailed, crawling out, his heart and liver torn apart, in unbearable pain: “Father, father, come and save me!”

"I don't want to die!"

boom!

Chang Hong kicked the man back and snorted coldly, wishing he could torture him to death!

Is the Persian ambassador so great?

Stab it!

Qin Yun struck again with his sword, controlling the force with great precision.

"Ah!!" The Persian youth screamed and rolled on the ground like a ghost.

The Persians around who were still alive were already terrified. Even the son of the prince was so disrespectful to them?

Stab it!

puff!

Qin Yun did not stop, he chopped and then stopped, letting the man die in despair and pain, with blood almost all over the ground.

Li Youwei had never seen anyone being killed before, so she had been hiding behind Qin Yun, covering her ears. To her, revenge was not important.

What matters is the person in front of you at this moment.

Not long after, the Persian youth died. There were at least twenty scars on his body and blood was gushing out. His death was extremely miserable!

His screams lasted for a long time, attracting the attention of the people inside and outside the alley. If it weren't for the imperial guards maintaining order, there might have been chaos.

But no one is dissatisfied. Everyone knows why the Persians died. When facing foreign races, the Han people can be surprisingly united!

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yun ordered the execution of all the Persians here, leaving no one alive, regardless of the consequences!

No one would say at this time that they were afraid of the Persians' dissatisfaction, because Daxia was no longer fearful, and the imperial power was inviolable!

As the long knife was raised, heads fell to the ground one after another, blood flowed like a waterfall, and the alley became a purgatory.

Qin Yun asked Chang Hong to take the bodies to the envoy's post station and asked the Persian ambassador to take them personally, and ordered him to give a satisfactory explanation!

Otherwise, there are consequences at your own risk!

Obviously, Qin Yun would not let this matter go so easily. The death of these few people would not be enough to relieve his anger!

Finally, he held Li Youwei's thin body in his arms and left the scene with protection. The incident on Suzaku Street spread across the entire imperial capital at a crazy speed, detonating the entire public.

More than thirty Persians died!

This is not a small number, especially since the Persians are a team of envoys coming to pay homage to the emperor. Generally speaking, even if they make some mistakes, the host will not make a big fuss.

But Qin Yun just doesn't do that!

The crowd was talking, and the influence was still there.

As for the various countries, big and small, that were at the envoy's post stations, they were all extremely shocked when they heard the news. They all restrained their subordinates from causing trouble, and some even forbade them to leave the post stations!

Even the Persians were killed without leaving a single soldier, let alone them.

Inside a certain post station, angry voices were heard everywhere.

boom!

There was a loud noise as a huge table was overturned, with tea cups and other items shattered all over the floor.

He raised his head to the sky and cried out in a broken Central Plains dialect: "My son, my son!"

"who is it!"

"Who did it!"

"I will make him pay back tenfold!"

A blue-eyed old man in his fifties was kneeling beside the corpse, in great pain.

The subordinates gathered around him, densely packed, with ugly faces: "Prince, the young master was killed by the Emperor of Daxia. They sent him back and asked us to give an explanation, otherwise we will bear the consequences!"

"What, what should I do?"

"The Emperor of Daxia seems very angry... Count, we must come up with an explanation."

Snapped!

The angry prince slapped him hard: "I am a Persian, who do I need to explain to?!"

"What's wrong with the Emperor of Daxia? Does the Emperor of Daxia have the right to wantonly slaughter my Persian envoys? Bastard, I want him to pay the price!!"

The Persian prince named Charikif was roaring like an old lion at this moment. He had lost his son in his old age, had lost his mind, and his eyes were bloodshot!

He didn't care what caused this incident. He only knew that the Emperor of Daxia was despising Persia and declaring war on Persia!