Chapter 395

His body trembled violently, uncontrollably, his face pale as paper, utterly bloodless.

"F-Five Land Immortals… five hundred thousand… five hundred thousand Beimang iron cavalry… just… just like that… gone?!"

Zhao Dun's voice, twisted by utter terror, was hoarse and quivered with disbelief.

He never imagined that the one he saw as merely a pawn to be used against Beimang—the "Flood Dragon"—

possessed true power that was... unexpectedly... terrifyingly immense?!

This… this was simply… inconceivable!

But after endless shock, an indescribable… elation began to rise uncontrollably in his heart?!

Beimang… has fallen!

And it was a crushing defeat! Utterly crippled!

That threat—Beimang—that had loomed like a mountain over his Liyang Dynasty, robbing him of sleep and appetite—

was just… just like that… effortlessly… resolved by that Flood Dragon?!

To him, this was undoubtedly a tremendous piece of good news!

Yet, after the elation came an even deeper… fear and headache!

That Flood Dragon was simply too strong!

Strong enough to plunge him into the Realm of despair!

He had once foolishly sought to enfeoff it, to bend it to his will, even hoped to sit back and watch the tiger and wolf fight, reaping the benefits.

Now, he saw how laughable and childish his earlier thoughts had been!

Before such a being, what was his Liyang Dynasty?

He had no doubt that if he angered it, the Flood Dragon need only flick a finger—and his vast Liyang Dynasty would be… erased too!

Below, Zhang Zhang Julu and the other civil and military ministers were all ashen-faced, silent as the grave, not daring to breathe.

They had been utterly stunned by this news.

Especially Zhang Zhang Julu, the Grand Secretary who had previously proposed the "Drive the Tiger to Eat the Wolf" strategy—his scalp prickled, sweat poured down.

He knew, this time, he had probably… gone too far.

That Flood Dragon was no "tiger" to be easily manipulated.

It was clearly an… ancient demon god capable of devouring heaven and earth!

"Zhang… Zhang Aiqing…" Zhao Dun asked, voice trembling, eyes filled with helplessness and panic, "W-What… should Your Majesty do now?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhang Julu immediately knelt, his voice also trembling: "Your Majesty, calm yourself! Your Majesty, please calm yourself!"

"In this old minister's view, there is only one course of action left!"

"That is… marriage alliance!"

"We must immediately prepare gifts a hundred times richer than before and return to Beiliang!"

"And select from our Liyang imperial family the most beautiful and most noble Princess to be wed to the Long Wang as bride!"

"To appease the Long Wang's wrath and demonstrate our Liyang Dynasty's… absolute submission!"

At these words, the entire court erupted again!

But this time, not a single person dared to speak in opposition.

For they knew—this was perhaps their only, and best, choice.

Compared to the survival of the entire dynasty, what did the happiness of a single Princess matter?

Zhao Dun fell silent for a long, long time.

Finally, he could only let out a helpless, bitter sigh.

He knew—he had no other choice.

…

Meanwhile.

In the golden and splendid royal tent of the distant Mongol Yuan Empire.

Genghis Khan, the peerless ruler who had swept across Eurasia, upon hearing the final outcome of the Beiliang battle,

For the first time, his eagle-sharp eyes revealed true… Solemnity and wariness!

He never imagined that the Flood Dragon Island Lord of the Eastern Sea possessed power so terrifying!

Even Beimang's five hundred thousand troops and the legendary dragon of national fortune were no match for him?!

He looked down at Zhao Min, whose face was equally Solemn, eyes complex, and asked gravely:

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

"The Flood Dragon Island Lord now wields overwhelming might, invincible—does he bring fortune or disaster to our Great Yuan?"

Zhao Min, upon hearing this, felt deep bitterness… and a faint thread of relief?

She knew she had made the wisest choice of her life.

Had she, like Beimang, chosen to oppose the Master back then,

The fate of the Mongol Yuan Empire today… would not have been better than Beimang's.

She bowed respectfully to Genghis Khan and spoke gravely:

"This minister believes that, for our Great Yuan, this matter… may be fortune, not disaster."

"Though the Flood Dragon Island Lord acts tyrannically and strikes with ruthless decisiveness, his deeds reveal he is not a demon bent solely on destruction."

"His destruction of Beiliang, though brutal, was… justified."

"Moreover, he has also eliminated the Beimang threat that had long eyed our Central Plains."

"In a sense, he has cleared away a powerful rival for our Great Yuan."

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

"In my humble opinion, our current course of action should not be to make an enemy of that Dragon Island Lord; rather... we should proactively show goodwill and form an alliance with him!"

"We can emulate the Liyang Dynasty and confer upon him the title of 'National Guardian Long Wang' of our Great Yuan!"

"Furthermore, we shall prepare generous gifts to present to him, as a demonstration of our Great Yuan's sincerity!"

"By doing so, we will not only avoid making an enemy of such a god-demon-like existence, but we can also... leverage his power to restrain the equally ambitious Great Ming Dynasty, along with other potential threats!"

"Indeed, if managed properly, in the future... it may not be impossible to draw him into our Great Yuan's camp as well, aiding our Great Yuan in unifying the world!"

Upon hearing this, Genghis Khan's sharp eyes flashed with a hint of approval.

He nodded and said, "Excellent! What Minmin has said resonates deeply with my heart!"

"This matter shall be entrusted to you for full handling!"

Immediately, he turned his gaze toward the two elders beside him who had remained silent but radiated a terrifying aura—the Great State Preceptor Bababa, and Meng Meng Chixing, the number one figure of the Demon Sect who had been in seclusion for many years and had just emerged!

He asked in a deep voice, "State Preceptor, Demon Marshal, in your opinion, regarding that Dragon Island Lord, who is stronger and who is weaker compared to you?"

Bababa and Meng Meng Chixing, these two top existences also in the realm of Earthly Immortals, after hearing of Ning Chuan's various deeds, also had eyes filled with Solemnity.

They exchanged a glance, and finally, it was Bababa who slowly spoke, his voice hoarse as he said:

"Reporting to the Great Khan, the strength of that Dragon Island Lord is unfathomable; I fear... he has already surpassed the ordinary Earthly Immortal realm."

"This old monk... has no certainty of certain victory."

Meng Meng Chixing also nodded, indicating his agreement.

Upon hearing this, Genghis Khan's heart drew in a sharp breath of cold air!

He knew that for these two top experts under his command to speak such words...

... the strength of that Dragon must have truly reached a realm beyond their imagination.

He spoke in a deep voice, "Good! Since that is the case, then our Great Yuan's strategy must also... be changed."

"Transmit my decree! Henceforth, no one shall recklessly provoke that Purple Thunder Long Wang of the Eastern Sea!"

"Those who violate this order shall be executed!"

"Additionally, closely monitor the movements of Northern Liang and the Central Plains, and report to me at all times!"

He decided to temporarily... avoid provoking that terrifying existence.

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

Was already shrouded in gloomy clouds, a scene of utter silence.

After hearing the news that Tuoba Pusa had died in battle, that five hundred thousand troops had been annihilated, and that even the Fortune True Dragon that had protected Northern Mang for thousands of years had been devoured by the opponent,

the Northern Mang Empress, Murong Yuyan, as if her soul had been drained, slumped onto the Golden Throne symbolizing supreme authority.

Her beautiful face was filled with disbelief, shock, grief, and... endless despair!

She could never have imagined that her invincible army, which had exhausted the entire nation's strength and was confident enough to sweep across the world.