Chapter 698: The Mud Monkey Fallen from the Altar, the Rouran Khan's Ruthless Mockery

"Crown Prince?!"

Those two characters rang like a thunderclap in Ku Di Gong Gan's mind, booming and shaking him so that his three souls and seven spirits nearly flew out.

He looked in the direction of Pi He's finger.

In that corner piled with corpses and streaming blood, a figure swathed in black mud, barely recognizable as human, was curled beneath the belly of a warhorse that had been shot dead.

He clutched his head with both hands, his body convulsing violently, like a quail startled to death.

Although the clothing was tattered and even stained with someone's intestines, Ku Di Gong Gan recognized the person at a glance.

"Stop! All of you, stop for me! That's the Crown Prince His Highness!"

Ku Di Gong Gan let out a mournful roar, and, as if mad, leapt down from the Gaotai.

He rolled and crawled, even kicking several blocking guards aside in his haste, and plunged headfirst into the stench‑filled, blood‑soaked heap of corpses.

"His Highness! His Highness! It's an old minister! It's Ku Di Gong Gan!"

Ku Di Gong Gan ignored the blood‑stained ground and the stench on the body, grabbed the mud‑monkey‑like figure from the ground, and, trembling, wiped the black mud from its face.

Revealed was Gao Xiaoyu's face, once proud as a Dark Hawk, now filled with terror and bewilderment.

"Ah—! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I am the Great Qi Crown Prince! I'll give you money! I'll give you a post! Don't kill me!"

The moment Gao Xiaoyu was touched, he let out a sharp, ear‑piercing scream.

He flailed his hands desperately, clawing at the air, his nails even scratching two bloody marks on Ku Di Gong Gan's face.

"His Highness! Look carefully! I am Ku Di Gong Gan! This is the Great Qi Military Camp Camp! You are safe! You are safe!" Ku Di Gong Gan clutched Gao Xiaoyu tightly and shouted loudly, trying to call back the soul within the body.

Hearing the name Ku Di Gong Gan, Gao Xiaoyu's scattered pupils finally began to focus.

When he saw the familiar old face before him, the suppressed terror that had been building, worse than death, finally burst forth.

"Wow—!! Ku Di Gong Gong!!"

Gao Xiaoyu seized Ku Di Gong Gan's neck and wept loudly, his cries tearing his heart and shattering his innards.

The sound was so mournful it was like a night owl wailing blood, echoing through the entire desolate central army camp.

"Save me! Save me! That devil… Chen Yan, that devil, is right behind! He's not human! He's the King of Hell! He devoured my entire army! So many people! All gone! All gone!"

"He drives me like a dog! He lets people shoot arrows from behind!"

"Anyone who lags behind dies! I drink muddy water, eat grass roots, sleep with the dead…"

"I am the Crown Prince! Wuwu…"

That sob‑laden roar, each word like a hammer, struck the hearts of the surrounding Qi army commanders hard.

All the Qi soldiers froze, watching the once lofty, arrogant Crown Prince now weeping like an aggrieved child in the mud, snot and tears streaming.

That sound of collapsing faith was clearer than the earlier camp explosion.

Great Qi's backbone has broken.

Ku Di Gong Gan was struck as if by lightning, his body frozen in place.

He felt the trembling body in his arms, heard the incoherent mad ramblings, and his heart sank gradually to the abyss.

It's over.

This time not only lost the battle, but also threw Great Qi's face, its morale, everything into the mud pit of this pass.

Gao Xiaoyu, regaining a sliver of reason, suddenly seemed to recall something.

He shoved Ku Di Gong Gan aside forcefully, and the blood‑veined eyes erupted with a near‑mad hatred and ferocity.

He clutched Ku Di Gong Gan's wrist tightly, his nails digging into flesh, and snarled through clenched teeth:

"Kill and return! Ku Di Gong Gong! You have fifty thousand troops! And the Rouran Iron Cavalry! Quickly! Take me and kill them now!"

"I will tear Chen Yan's bastard body to ten thousand pieces! I will skin him for drums! I will chop his flesh and feed it to dogs! Go now! If you don't, I will kill you! I will kill your whole family!"

The Qi army commanders around watched the Crown Prince, biting like a mad dog, each with a face ashen, bowing their heads.

Kill and return?

With what to kill?

Just relying on these terrified soldiers?

Or relying on your half‑human, half‑ghost appearance?

Just as the awkward, desperate atmosphere solidified to its peak.

A harsh, unabashed laugh suddenly came from the side rear.

"Hahaha! Is this the might of Great Qi? Is this the so‑called 'Reinforcements'?"

Everyone turned, and saw Rouran Khan Nuhe Ti leading Qiusheng Tou, Ba Dou and other Rouran commanders, striding swiftly toward them.

They looked at the scene littered with Jima, their faces full of schadenfreude and contempt.

Nuhe Ti stepped before Gao Xiaoyu, kicked aside a broken helmet on the ground, and looked down from above at the Great Qi Crown Prince covered in filthy mud.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at this conduct."

Nuhe Ti sneered, his copper‑bell eyes full of contempt, "Ku Di Gong Gan, weren't you just bragging about your Crown Prince's brilliance and might? Didn't you say you brought tens of thousands of elite troops?"

"I think this is a pack of castrated mourning dogs! Not even a rabbit!"

"What did you say?!"

Gao Xiaoyu had never endured such humiliation. He sprang up from the ground, pointed at Nuhe Ti and shouted, "Audacious barbarian! How dare you disrespect me! Ku Di Gong Gan! Take this clueless creature for me! Decapitate him!"

"His Highness! No!" Ku Di Gong Gan turned pale with shock, trying to cover the Crown Prince's mouth, but it was already too late.

"Take me down?"

Nuhe Ti's expression changed, and the aura of the grassland overlord erupted instantly.

"Clang"—the curved blade half‑drawn from its sheath.

He stepped forward to Gao Xiaoyu, the intense killing aura forcing Gao Xiaoyu to retreat repeatedly, nearly falling back into the mud pit.

"You brat, if it weren't for the face of your emperor‑father, I'd twist your head off now and use it as a Night Pot!" Nuhe Ti pointed at Gao Xiaoyu's nose, spitting a spray onto his face, "With your useless, spineless form, how can you command my Rouran warriors?"

Pah! What a bunch of damn allies! They're all liars!

Great Khan, we should hurry away. Being with these trash, it's not just about snatching gold ingots; sooner or later we'll have to pawn even our own underwear. These Qi State people have already been beaten into dogs, and you still expect them to help us rescue the Royal Court?

Right! Let's go home!

Yunhe Ti stopped the idle talk, and in front of Gao Xiaoyu and Ku Di Gong Gan, turned around and issued an ultimatum to the Rouran cavalry behind him:

Boys! We're not playing with these trash any longer! In this wretched place, who wants to stay here, who cares?

All troops, break camp! Return north immediately! Back to the Grassland to kill the Turk dogs! Save our Khan's Golden Tent!