Chapter 250

His body was trembling violently uncontrollably, his face pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

"Five... five Land Immortals... five hundred thousand... five hundred thousand Northern Mang iron cavalry... just... just like that... gone?!"

Zhao Dun’s voice became incomparably hoarse due to extreme fear, filled with unbelievable trembling.

He never imagined that the "flood dragon" he saw as just a pawn that could be used to resist Northern Mang.

Its true strength would actually... actually be so terrifying?!

This... this is simply... inconceivable!

But, after the endless horror, in his heart, there uncontrollably rose a hint of unspeakable... ecstasy?!

Northern Mang... was defeated!

And, it was a crushing defeat! Vitality greatly damaged!

That Northern Mang threat, which had always been like a mountain pressing on the head of his Liyang Dynasty, making him unable to sleep or eat.

Actually... actually solved so easily by that flood dragon?!

For him, this was undoubtedly great news!

However, after the ecstasy, what followed was even deeper... fear and headache!

That flood dragon was simply too strong!

Strong to a level that made him feel despair!

He had previously tried to confer a title upon him, take him for his own use, and even wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, reaping the benefits of the fisherman.

Now it seems, his original thoughts were how ridiculous and naive!

In front of such an existence, what was his Liyang Dynasty?

He did not doubt that if he angered the other party, that flood dragon would probably only need to move a finger to wipe out his vast Liyang Dynasty as well!

The civil and military officials below, such as Zhang Zhang Julu, were also pale-faced, silent as cicadas, not daring to breathe.

They were also completely scared silly by this news.

Especially the Prime Minister Zhang Zhang Julu, who had previously offered the "drive the tiger to swallow the wolf" strategy, felt his scalp go numb and cold sweat flow.

He knew that this time, he was probably... playing too far.

That flood dragon was not some "tiger" that could be easily calculated.

That was clearly an ancient demon god... capable of swallowing heaven and earth!

"Zhang... Minister Zhang..." Zhao Dun asked with a trembling voice, his eyes filled with helplessness and panic, "Now... now... what should I do?"

Zhang Zhang Julu, hearing this, hurriedly knelt on the ground, his voice also carrying a hint of trembling, "Your Majesty, calm down! Your Majesty, calm down!"

"In this old minister’s opinion, for the current plan, there is only one way!"

"That is... intermarriage!"

"We must immediately prepare gifts a hundred times more generous than before and go to Northern Liang again!"

"And, select the most beautiful and noble princess from our Liyang royal family and send her to the Dragon King for intermarriage!"

"To appease the Dragon King’s anger and express our Liyang Dynasty’s... absolute submission!"

As soon as these words came out, the court was in an uproar again!

But, this time, no one dared to speak out in opposition.

Because they knew that this might be their only, and best, choice.

Compared to the survival of the entire dynasty, what was the happiness of a mere princess?

Zhao Dun, hearing this, was also silent for a long, long time.

Finally, it could only turn into a helpless, bitter sigh.

He knew he had no choice.

At the same time.

Far away in the Mongol Mongol Yuan Empire, inside the magnificent royal tent.

The pride of a generation, Genghis Khan, who swept across the Eurasian continent, after hearing the final result of the Northern Liang battle.

In those sharp eyes, like a goshawk, for the first time, true... gravity and wariness appeared!

He never imagined that the East Sea Flood Dragon Island Lord’s strength would actually be so terrifying!

Even Northern Mang’s five hundred thousand troops and the legendary Fortune True Dragon were not his match?!

He looked at Zhao Min, who was also looking grave and complex below, and asked in a deep voice:

"Minmin, in your opinion, how should we... respond to this?"

"That Flood Dragon Island Lord is now dominating and invincible. For our Great Mongol Yuan, is it a blessing or a curse?"

Zhao Min, hearing this, felt bitter and... a hint of luck?

She knew that she had made the most correct choice of her life.

If she had chosen to be an enemy of the Master like Northern Mang did.

I am afraid that the current Mongol Mongol Yuan Empire’s fate... would not be much better than Northern Mang’s.

She bowed respectfully to Genghis Khan and said in a deep voice:

"This subject believes that this matter... for our Great Mongol Yuan, perhaps... is a blessing, not a curse."

"That Flood Dragon Island Lord, although acting tyrannically and decisively, judging by his actions, is not the kind of demon who only wants to destroy."

"His destruction of Northern Liang this time, although the means were cruel, can be considered... having a legitimate reason."

"Moreover, he also incidentally solved the Northern Mang threat that had been eyeing our Central Plains."

"In a sense, it can be considered... clearing a powerful opponent for our Great Mongol Yuan."

She paused, a light of wisdom flashing in her eyes, and continued:

"This subject believes that for the current plan, we should not be enemies with that Flood Dragon Island Lord, but instead... should take the initiative to show goodwill and form an alliance with him!"

"We can imitate the Liyang Dynasty and confer upon him the title of our Great Mongol Yuan’s 'Nation-Protecting Dragon King'!"

"And prepare generous gifts to send to him to show our Great Mongol Yuan’s sincerity!"

"In this way, we can not only avoid being enemies with such a god-like existence, but can also... use his power to check the equally ambitious Great Ming Dynasty and other potential threats!"

"Even, if operated properly, in the future... it is not impossible to pull him into our Great Mongol Yuan’s camp to help our Great Mongol Yuan unify the world!"

Genghis Khan, hearing this, flashed a hint of approval in his sharp eyes.

He nodded and said, "Good! Minmin’s words are to my liking!"

"This matter will be handled entirely by you!"

Immediately, he looked at the two old men beside him who had been silent but radiated terrifying aura—the Great National Master Bashiba and the Demon Sect’s number one person, Meng Meng Chixing, who had just come out of seclusion!

He asked in a deep voice, "National Master, Demon Marshal, in your opinion, compared to you, is that Flood Dragon Island Lord stronger or weaker?"

Bashiba and Meng Meng Chixing, these two top-tier existences who were also Land Immortals, after hearing Ning Chuan’s various deeds, were also filled with gravity.

They looked at each other, and finally, Bashiba spoke slowly, his voice hoarse:

"Reporting to the Great Khan, that Flood Dragon Island Lord’s strength is unfathomable, I am afraid... it has already surpassed the ordinary Land Immortal realm."

"This old monk... does not have the certainty of victory."

Meng Meng Chixing also nodded in agreement.

Genghis Khan, hearing this, gasped in his heart!

He knew that being able to make these two top experts under his command say these words.

That flood dragon’s strength was probably... really reaching a realm they could not imagine.

He said in a deep voice, "Good! Since that’s the case, our Great Mongol Yuan’s strategy should also... change."

"Pass my decree! From now on, no one is allowed to easily provoke that East Sea Zixiao Dragon King!"

"Violators will be executed!"

"In addition, closely monitor the movements of Northern Liang and the Central Plains and report to me at any time!"

He decided to temporarily... not touch the bad luck of that terrifying existence.

And at this moment, the other center of this storm—the Northern Mang Dynasty.

Was already full of sorrow and dead silence.

The Northern Mang Empress Southern Murong Wang Yuyan, after hearing the news that Tuoba Pusa had died in battle, the five hundred thousand troops had been wiped out, and even the Fortune True Dragon that had guarded Northern Mang for thousands of years had been swallowed by the opponent.

Her whole person was like having her soul drawn out, collapsing on the golden throne that symbolized supreme power.

Her pretty face was filled with unbelievable shock, grief, and... endless despair!

She never imagined that her invincible army, which had exhausted the strength of the whole country and was confident enough to sweep the world.