Chapter 93: Esen — A Ghost's Great Ming Splendor, Isn't This Just a Hack-and-Slash

Great Ming Fenghua World

"Ah………"

Outside the great tent, a wretched cry rang out as Wang Zhen and the others were dragged away.

However, Zhu Qizhen had no time to attend to any of this at the moment.

He was now sitting cross-legged, familiarizing himself with the spiritual energy within his body.

Diverting an army of five hundred thousand was not something that could be done in a day.

Even though Zhu Qizhen's orders had already been issued.

It was estimated that only part of the losses could be recovered.

To completely reverse the tide of battle was likely impossible.

"Fortunately, I obtained an immortal fate!"

Thinking of the immortal fate he had gained this time and how he had entered the immortal realm, Zhu Qizhen was overjoyed.

Under the present circumstances, only an immortal's delicacies could turn the tables against the wind.

"I wonder if my current strength can take on ten thousand alone!"

Feeling the surging power within his body, Zhu Qizhen could only pin his hopes on this.

Meanwhile, ten li away from the great tent.

"Esen, the great tent where the Great Ming Emperor is lies just ahead!"

Over ten thousand cavalry had gathered here, and the leader was the chieftain of the Oirats this time.

"The Great Ming Emperor is truly foolish, delivering himself to us for slaughter!"

Esen's face was full of mockery.

Originally, he had never expected this battle to be so simple.

But the Great Ming Emperor's maneuvers were simply handing over heads.

Esen felt that if he did not seize the chance to charge over, he would be letting down his ancestors.

"Sons! The Great Ming Emperor's tent lies ahead — whoever captures the Great Ming Emperor alive shall be rewarded with a thousand gold!"

Esen gave a great shout, and the countless grassland cavalry behind him roared in response.

"Charge!"

At the command, ten thousand horses fell silent as one, like an earthquake, and charged toward the Great Ming tent.

Inside the great tent at this moment.

"Not good — the Oirat cavalry are charging! Quickly escort Your Majesty away!"

Fan Zhong, who had been deploying troops, felt the ground trembling and, looking into the distance, already saw the dark shadows on the horizon.

Without a moment's hesitation, he directly led the men toward Zhu Qizhen's tent.

But just as they arrived at the tent, they saw Zhu Qizhen clad in armor, holding in his hand a square-halberd he had obtained from who knows where.

"You men, hold the line for me!"

The moment he stepped out of the tent, the aura around Zhu Qizhen changed.

He called out to Fan Zhong and the others, then lifted his halberd, mounted his horse, all in one fluid motion.

This scene left Fan Zhong and the others utterly dumbfounded.

But then, they were suddenly struck with horror.

"Your Majesty, you absolutely cannot!"

Fan Zhong was aghast and hurriedly cried out.

At this moment, at least ten thousand of Esen's Oirat cavalry were charging in.

They had nothing to resist with — they absolutely could not fight head-on.

But no sooner had Fan Zhong finished speaking than Zhu Qizhen charged out on horseback, kicking up a trail of dust behind him.

It's over — His Majesty has gone mad!

Watching Zhu Qizhen actually dare to charge out, Fan Zhong felt like dying.

Your Majesty, how is this any different from handing over your head!

It isn't!

Are you afraid you won't die fast enough?

"Move!"

Gnashing his teeth, Fan Zhong could only grip his spear, mount his horse, and closely pursue.

If Zhu Qizhen died, they need not live either.

But just as they caught up to the front of the tent, Fan Zhong and the others were dumbfounded.

Zhu Qizhen's sweating blood steed was about to collide with the Oirat cavalry.

Fan Zhong, who knew Zhu Qizhen well, understood.

Having been pampered and spoiled in the imperial palace since childhood.

Even killing a chicken was a struggle for him.

Let alone fighting on the battlefield.

Watching Zhu Qizhen about to clash with the enemy, Fan Zhong felt it was all over.

But the next moment, he saw Zhu Qizhen, who had charged out on horseback, give a great shout.

"I am the God of War of Great Ming — Zhu Qizhen!"

A great shout echoed across the wilderness.

Fan Zhong and the others, hearing it, felt nothing but utter embarrassment.

Your Majesty, shouting so loudly at this moment—aren't you afraid the enemy won't notice?

Or are you just trying to show off one last time?

Enough—I, Fan Zhong, am tired of this!

I'm done. Let it all be destroyed!

Boom!

Just as Fan Zhong had given up, a sudden thunderous crash echoed from afar.

Fan Zhong and the others quickly turned to look—and froze in place.

There, upon the barren wasteland, as Zhu Qizhen swung his halberd with fierce force.

Within a radius of over twenty meters, the Oirat cavalry was instantly split in two.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and on the ground, a crack over two meters deep suddenly appeared.

This sight left everyone utterly stunned.

The charging Oirat cavalry halted one by one, staring at Zhu Qizhen in horror.

What kind of person is this?

One swing of a halberd—and it's this brutal?

Instantly, the Oirat cavalry cowered.

Just as the Oirat cavalry hesitated, Zhu Qizhen himself also froze for a moment.

Feeling his own power at this moment, Zhu Qizhen smiled in satisfaction.

Good. No wonder this black rice wine cost ten thousand taels of gold—this power is truly terrifying.

Then Zhu Qizhen's gaze turned to Oirat Esen, who stood behind the army.

Kill!

With a loud shout, his blood-sweating steed surged forward.

Boom…… Boom…… Boom……

As Zhu Qizhen charged forward, thunderous crashes echoed one after another.

In Zhu Qizhen's hands, the halberd swept each time, summoning endless storm winds.

So fierce were these storm winds that any Oirat cavalryman who came within thirty meters was instantly cut down from his horse.

Even incoming arrows were blown away by Zhu Qizhen's storm winds.

In an instant, Zhu Qizhen moved through the entire army as if it were empty.

He charged straight ahead, smashing through ranks, heading straight for Oirat Esen.

Esen, flee quickly!

At this moment, Esen's personal guards cried out in alarm.

Seeing Zhu Qizhen's inhuman combat power, the guards immediately shielded Esen's retreat.

If we don't retreat now, we're dead!

But while Oirat Esen wanted to run, Zhu Qizhen would not allow it.

He drew the sword at his waist, then channeled the Qi within his body and hurled it with all his might.

Shhh!

The sword shot through the air like a meteor, streaking straight toward Esen.

Puff!

A sword strikes from the west—a celestial immortal descends from beyond the heavens.

Mounted on his warhorse, Esen had no time to react—he was instantly cut from his saddle.

The blade pierced through his body; Esen barely managed to lift himself up and turned his head to look back.

He saw the ten thousand cavalry he had brought—now being slaughtered like cutting down melons and chopping vegetables, one by one, by Zhu Qizhen.

One swing of the halberd—twenty to thirty meters of storm wind, and countless Oirat cavalrymen fell.

One slash of the sword—a trench several meters long and two meters deep opened on the ground.

Each of these scenes struck at Oirat Esen's nerves.

Without warning, Oirat Esen fell into confusion.

He was deeply confused.

Looking at the scene before his eyes, his heart could only ask one question.

Is this Great Ming's splendor?

Where's the author?

Come out here, you bastard!

This is clearly a grass-cutting invincible game!

Do you think my eyes are blind?