Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Chapter 436 It’s Time to Go Back

When everyone heard the strange roar, they all froze in their tracks and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw that the scholar, who had just been busy eating and drinking at the banquet, was now dragging the sick body of the old Chanyu out of the palace, with a dagger pressed tightly against the old Chanyu's neck!

"Uncle Lin?" Shulü Qi looked at the scene in disbelief. What shocked him even more was that this man could speak nonsense.

Wutu saw this and understood everything in an instant. He was so angry that he raised his scimitar without hesitation. Before anyone could react, he chopped off Shulüqi's head in the blink of an eye.

The blood splashed, but it didn't frighten Lin Yuzan at all. He still held on to the old Chanyu's shaky body tightly and continued expressionlessly: "The eldest prince murdered the Great Chanyu and forced him to abdicate. You are all helping the tyrant. Aren't you afraid that the Great Chanyu will settle accounts with you nine tribes after he recovers from his illness?"

As he spoke, he stabbed the old Chanyu's neck with his dagger.

Perhaps the pain woke the old Chanyu up. He gently lifted his drooping eyelids, and his cloudy eyes moved around the field, finally landing on Wutu. His eyes widened in anger and he shouted angrily, "Wutu, you evil son!"

As soon as these words came out, the nine leaders beside Wutu looked at each other implicitly, stepped back a few steps without making any noise, and kept their distance from him.

When Wutu heard the old Chanyu's angry rebuke, the fierce light in his eyes became more and more crazy. "The 13th Division should have a new Chanyu long ago, and that person is me."

Then, his fierce eyes fell on Wang Ersheng, and he said with hatred, "Urge, you escaped from my hands that year, and now you come back to die. Today, I will let the Great Chanyu watch how the son he said was most like him died in my hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wutu rushed towards Wang Ersheng, waving a bloody scimitar.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng quickly picked up his sword and shouted, "Dad, be careful."

Wang Ersheng pushed his eldest son away and went forward fearlessly. Their swords collided, sparks flew, and the two evenly matched figures intertwined under the moonlight. Every collision made a deafening sound.

Seeing this, Lin Yuzan quickly hijacked the old Chanyu and came to his old enemy, not forgetting to insult him, "You are really useless and only know how to cause trouble."

Wang Cheng:......

"You are so brave. I poisoned the old Chanyu." Wang Cheng retorted.

Lin Yuzan: ...

After the two of them argued with each other, they stopped talking and looked around vigilantly.

Lin Yuzan's words just now still had some intimidating effect on the people of the nine tribes. They all looked at the old Chanyu in his hand with unpredictable expressions, and were cautious. They did not rush forward to deal with Wang Ersheng together.

Only the direct subordinates of Wutu took the opportunity to besiege, but were easily beaten back by Wang Ersheng.

However, both of them are born with supernatural powers, and it will take a long time to determine the winner.

Just as the two men were fighting fiercely, the old Chanyu in Lin Yuzan's hand suddenly regained his vitality. He stood up slowly from his sickly state, glanced at the nine leaders with fierce eyes, and ordered with majesty, "Capture Wutu, and I will forgive what happened tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, the nine leaders changed their wait-and-see attitude to a combat state, joined the battle, and sped up Wang Ersheng's speed in subduing Wutu.

Wang and Lin looked at each other in surprise.

I have long heard that the 13 Hu tribes have supreme faith in the Great Chanyu. As long as he is around, no one dares to claim to be the superior. Today, when I see that this is really the case, I can make them turn against me with just one word.

Then, the old Chanyu said, "Put away the dagger, children. You are Urge's children, I will not hurt you."

A look of contemplation flashed across Lin Yuzan's eyes, and he slowly moved the dagger away.

By then, the battle had come to an end, and with the addition of others, Wang Ersheng easily subdued Wutu.

He raised his knife and chopped off one of Wutu's arms, then kicked him to the ground with such force that he could not move.

Wutu was lying on the ground, still unconvinced, "Urge, you are indeed a bastard. You don't even have the courage to fight me alone. You are such a cunning person, and you still ask for help."

Wang Ersheng ignored his words and stepped hard on his mouth. The next moment, the sound of bones breaking was heard.

Wu Tu's voice also stopped, and he stared at Wang Ersheng unwillingly, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Without blinking, Wang Ersheng slowly moved his gaze to the old Chanyu. At the same time, he raised the knife in his hand high and pointed it directly at the old Chanyu.

The old Chanyu was not panicked at all, he just looked at him quietly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. "Back then, your Apa asked you to learn Chinese and do Chinese things, I didn't agree, but I also saw that you didn't like living on the grassland. After all, I have many sons, so I let her do it, and you do it too."

"But I didn't expect that I would lose a good son who could fight alongside me because of this." The old Chanyu's eyes flashed with memories, and his expression became complicated. He said with sarcasm, "Of course, because of this, your Apa died. No matter how much you hate me, you will not commit patricide."

"Shut up and don't mention me, Apa." Wang Ersheng said with hatred.

The old Chanyu slid his eyes to his eldest son again and said slowly, "Urge, you should know that if you want to leave Karakorum alive with your two children, your eldest brother cannot be killed."

"I will put your elder brother in a dungeon and make him atone for the wrong things he has done in his life. Go back. Since you consider yourself a Han Chinese, you should never set foot on the grassland again."

Wang and Lin were confused by the old Chanyu's words. Puzzles flashed across their eyes. They could only guess at the grudges of the previous generation.

It was not until a long time later that they accidentally discovered that the old Chanyu had been missing for a year while mediating a conflict between two tribes. At that time, the eldest prince Wutu inherited all of the old Chanyu's concubines. When the old Chanyu returned, he did not say anything, but gave all the concubines to him.

At the moment when the father and son were facing each other, loud shouts of killing were heard from somewhere in the royal court.

Etenyi gathered the other four tribes and arrived at the royal court ahead of time, fighting with the guards left outside by Wutu.

Wang Ersheng raised his eyes and looked towards the fire not far away, a complex light flashed in his eyes. Then, he looked steadily at the weathered face of the old Chanyu, and the unwillingness in his heart surged up like a surging tide.

Finally, he swung the sword in his hand with all his strength, drawing a sharp arc in the air and shooting straight towards the old Chanyu. The sword flew past his ear and embedded itself into the wall behind him with a dull crash.