[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse":3,"chapter-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-59":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From Special Forces to the Multiverse",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2315109,4527,"Chapter 59","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>At this moment, Temujin was trapped in utter despair: inside, Guo Jing, a peerless expert, relentlessly pursued him; outside, Nie Huaishang commanded thousands of cavalry to slaughter his troops without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More critically, he still had not shaken off Guo Jing’s pursuit; if things continued this way, once his army collapsed, death would be his only fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, under the protection of those around him, Temujin mounted his horse to flee—but how could Guo Jing allow it? If Temujin escaped now, when would Guo Jing get another chance to kill him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the numbers recorded in history, thinking of those who had died at Temujin’s hands, Guo Jing’s killing intent surged. He casually struck down a nearby soldier, seized his spear, and hurled it with all his strength toward Temujin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Temujin rode, trying to escape, he suddenly heard a piercing whistle from behind. He turned to see a spear hurtling toward him like a falling star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spear came too fast. Temujin realized he could not dodge—it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the spear drew nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I really going to die like this? In that single second, Temujin recalled countless moments from his past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was young, his father Yesügei had been poisoned by the Tatar people; his uncle Targutai seized power and usurped the throne; he and his mother were abandoned by their own clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years later, the Tayichiud feared that the growing Temujin would become a threat, so they captured him, shackled him in wooden stocks, and forced their people to take turns guarding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seized his chance, overpowered his guards, and escaped with the help of the Chilaun family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he turned eighteen, his old enemy, the Merkit chief Dechte, once again stole his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the aid of his sworn brother Jamukha and his adoptive father Wang Han, he reclaimed his bride and rebuilt the Kiyat tribe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His life had been filled with unbearable trials—he had endured the murder of his father and the theft of his wife—but these past sufferings had not broken him; instead, they had forged his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why? Why now, just as he was about to achieve supremacy, just as he was on the verge of becoming the sole leader of the Mongols, was his life to be taken?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had too much left undone—he had not yet destroyed the Tatars to avenge his father’s death; he had not yet unified the Mongolian steppes, forging the fractured Mongol tribes into a single fist to crush the Jin, who had long oppressed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had so much left unfinished—how could he die like this? How could he accept it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, as if the Eternal Heaven had answered his plea, the spear meant to pierce his body was blocked by a golden wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Temujin immediately spurred his horse and fled the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In stark contrast to Temujin’s elation, Guo Jing erupted in fury upon seeing his killing blow thwarted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing glared at the figure before him—clad in yellow robes, tall and emaciated, his frame like a bamboo pole, his forehead slightly sunken, resembling a dish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man should not be here now. Guo Jing remembered that this man would not receive the title of Imperial Preceptor of the Great Mongol Empire for decades to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amitabha, sir, the man you seek to kill is not fated to die yet. I beg you to spare his life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Wheel Lama whispered his plea. In truth, had he not felt a mysterious summons from the Eternal Heaven compelling him to protect Temujin, he would never have dared oppose the boy before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s palm strikes were ferocious and powerful, rivaling the Golden Wheel Lama’s own eighth-level Dragon and Elephant Power. Beyond that, the even more ruthless Thunder Art forced the Lama to retreat, unwilling to face it head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And how old was he? Judging by his appearance, no more than twelve or thirteen. To possess such cultivation at this age—he would surpass the Lama tenfold in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Guo Jing showed no courtesy to the Golden Wheel Lama. He glared with murderous intent and threatened:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big monk, get out of my way now. If you stand in my path today, I will exterminate every last member of the Vajra Sect of the Tibetan Esoteric School.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What nonsense—if Temujin’s life is spared today, then the lives of those he will slaughter tomorrow are meaningless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the Han Chinese who would die under Temujin’s future conquests, Guo Jing’s killing intent burned hotter than ever. Whoever stood between him and Temujin’s death would face eternal enmity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since the disciple insists so strongly, then the humble monk has no choice but to offend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had traveled thousands of miles to reach this place solely to protect Temujin. In his dreams, he had learned that Temujin was the one destined to lead the Mongols to greatness—he could never allow him to be killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big monk, if that’s how it is, then I’ll kill you first, then go kill Temujin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing spoke coldly and unleashed “Flying Dragon in the Heavens.” The Golden Wheel Lama met this ferocious strike with an even more powerful counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shattered the golden dragon with a single palm, then pressed forward without pause, striking at Guo Jing. Though both the Xiao Wu Xiang Skill and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms were among the supreme martial arts of the world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the Dragon and Elephant Power the Golden Wheel Lama cultivated was no less formidable. As the highest protective art of the Tibetan Esoteric Sect, its external power granted palm strikes of overwhelming, unstoppable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each level mastered added the strength of one dragon and one elephant. At the tenth level, one possessed the might of ten dragons and ten elephants—nearly a thousand catties of force. The Golden Wheel Lama was a rare martial genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After over twenty years of relentless practice, he had reached the eighth level, wielding the strength of eight dragons and eight elephants—eight hundred catties of force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing, however, had trained in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Xiao Wu Xiang Skill for only a year—he could not possibly match the Golden Wheel Lama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet though the Xiao Wu Xiang Skill and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms could not rival the Golden Wheel Lama, he had the Five Thunder Correct Method. Combined with the Qi he cultivated in the Special Forces world, even if the Golden Wheel Lama reached the tenth level, Guo Jing would not fear him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately unleashed a Palm Heart Thunder. The Golden Wheel Lama dared not meet it head-on—no matter how much force he possessed, he was still flesh and blood. How could he dare to block lightning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Guo Jing and the Golden Wheel Lama clashed, Temujin, having escaped Guo Jing’s pursuit, ordered his army to retreat immediately. His forces, already shattered by Nie Huaishang’s assault, suffered heavy casualties—the battle was lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Temujin decided to withdraw his remaining troops to preserve their strength, but Nie Huaishang would not let him escape—he pressed hard, clinging to their heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the battle, he and Guo Jing had planned their roles: Guo Jing would pursue Temujin; Nie Huaishang would annihilate Temujin’s army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they failed to kill Temujin, they would cripple him. And while Guo Jing was held back by the Golden Wheel Lama, Nie Huaishang was free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his men slaughtered, Temujin’s heart felt as if torn apart. Just as he prepared to rally his troops for a counterattack,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a young boy wielding a long spear charged toward him on horseback, cutting through his soldiers as if they were nothing—this boy was Nie Huaishang.\u003C\u002Fp>",1289,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4637310684aeadeed104ca631f71c605aa5fffd7f1595a5debe38124e65dff07","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-60","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-58",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]