Chapter 210: This Han General Is Truly Terrifying!

Inside the Northern Yuan royal court's golden tent.

Yi Bu Ci brandished a massive axe and charged straight at Jia Jing; years of battlefield instinct told him that the Han general before him was extremely dangerous.

Moreover, from his earlier strike that shattered Huo Shi, one could see that his strength was great and his martial bravery extraordinary.

Yi Bu Ci's own martial power was on par with Huo Shi's, and he did not think he could defeat the man before him.

But he was not aiming to win; he only hoped to stall a while until the timid Xue army outside the tent rushed in to support.

"Die!"

Yi Bu Ci's face flushed red, clearly exerting his whole body's Qi; the ornate great axe in his hand slashed straight toward Jia Jing's forehead with a force like a thousand pounds.

At the same time,

The others inside the tent also stirred; Ba Tu Mengke, as if waking from a dream, staggered back toward the rear tent under the guard of several personal soldiers.

His face was full of astonishment, doubt, and grief, not knowing why the situation had suddenly turned this way.

His loyal and brave general Huo Shi had died without a word, and the heir apparent Ba Ya'er, on whom he placed great hopes, even led Han army assassins into the golden tent to wreak havoc.

Yet despite the myriad doubts and fury in his heart, he could only suppress them for the time being.

He thought to escape first, and once they captured these two Han men, the whole cause and effect would become clear.

Left Prime Minister Tuo Huan and several high-ranking Northern Yuan officials also shifted their steps backward; some lifted the rear tent's felt curtain, while others drew swords to guard Ba Tu Mengke.

Someone even gave Ba Ya'er a pull, but Ba Ya'er did not budge at all; only he knew best what terrifying killing god the Great Yuan now faced!

No one could possibly escape!

Not a single chance!

All struggle was in vain!

The scene inside the tent erupted into chaos.

Jia Jing saw this, his expression unchanged, only his gaze grew a shade colder.

He did not tangle with Yi Bu Ci, but kept his eyes fixed on Ba Tu Mengke's figure.

Seeing him try to flee, he suddenly leapt forward, rushing straight toward the tent entrance.

He blocked not the front tent but the rear tent's exit; the front tent housed Zhu Que, so no one could get out for a while.

Jia Jing arrived first, standing at the center of the rear tent entrance, holding a bright silver Longdan spear, halting the Northern Yuan ministers who were about to rush outward.

He forced them and Ba Tu Mengke to stand before the tent entrance, leaving them unable to advance or retreat, at a loss.

At this moment, Yi Bu Ci, whose powerful strike had missed, followed Jia Jing, let out a roar, and once again swung his great axe toward Jia Jing's head, trying to carve a passage for everyone present.

This axe swing exhausted his lifelong strength; the axe blade tore the air, emitting a whistling howl.

The massive axe, weighing dozens of jin, combined with the full force of his nine‑foot stature, delivered unparalleled power.

Facing this seemingly unstoppable axe, Jia Jing merely let out a cold snort.

He didn't even glance; his right hand twitched, and the bright silver Longdan spear thrust forward like lightning.

A flash of silver streaked across the tent; the spear tip had already pierced the axe handle of Yi Bu Ci's great axe.

The axe handle was made of iron‑strength wood, sheathed in seasoned copper, incredibly hard.

Yet under the weight of the over‑hundred‑jin spear and Jia Jing's boundless Qi, the iron‑strength wood snapped like rotten wood with a 'Ka‑cha' sound, breaking cleanly in two.

After the spear pierced the axe handle, its speed did not diminish, continuing forward to thrust straight into Yi Bu Ci's chest.

"Puff!"

A muffled thud sounded as the spear tip emerged from Yi Bu Ci's back, spraying a cloud of blood mist.

Yi Bu Ci, incredulous, lowered his head to stare at the blood‑filled wound in his chest; the front half of the axe remained in his hand, while the rear half had already fallen to the ground.

He opened his mouth to speak, but only a gush of fresh blood erupted.

Jia Jing's wrist twitched, the spear shaft shivered, and Yi Bu Ci's massive body tore apart like a shredded cloth.

Then the remnants turned into fragments that were flung outward; the kinetic energy of the shards was ferocious, striking several Northern Yuan high officials who failed to dodge with overwhelming force.

It hurled the few men a yard or more away, killing them on the spot.

Jia Jing's expression remained cold as he withdrew the long spear, still standing at the center of the front tent, not moving a step.

The Northern Yuan crowd, seeing this scene, were terrified!

This Han general was truly terrifying!

Even the fierce general Yi Bu Ci could not get past a single move in this man's hands, and, like Huo Shi, was blown apart, his death scene so tragic!

Such martial prowess is simply inhuman…

Left Prime Minister Tuo Huan was now trembling all over, his face pallid, even his hand that gripped the sword felt weak.

He glanced at the front tent's felt curtain; Ba Tu Mengke had already turned his group around, charging toward the front tent entrance, clearly unwilling to face this killing god head‑on.

Many Northern Yuan high officials also clung tightly behind Ba Tu Mengke; they still needed time to escape the peril.

Tuo Huan clenched his teeth; at this moment he thought not only of himself but also of his son Tuo Tuo Bu Hua in Yu Lin Cheng.

Now the heir apparent has brought this Han general to the royal court; the situation in Yu Lin Cheng must also be worrisome.

What on earth is happening? He still couldn't quite grasp it!

But he knew the immediate priority was to cover the Great Khan's retreat.

Once the surrounding Northern Yuan troops reacted and captured these two Han men, the whole truth would be revealed.

"Stop him! Everyone else, cover the Great Khan's charge out!" Tuo Huan shouted hoarsely at the nearby Wanhu commanders and guards.

As Tuo Huan's words fell, the two Northern Yuan Wanhu commanders exchanged glances and simultaneously drew swords, charging swiftly at Jia Jing.

They were renowned warriors of the steppe, having slain countless lives in their lifetimes.

At this moment they knew they were outmatched, but with the Great Khan behind them, they could not retreat even a half step.

Jia Jing still kept his eyes on Ba Tu Mengke; faced with the two attackers, he gently thrust another spear.

The spear blade swept horizontally; the over‑hundred‑jin heavy spear, bearing thunderous momentum, swept past, and before the two Wanhu commanders could even raise their swords, they were already hurled away.

One person slammed into the pillar, his brains bursting.

One person overturned the fire basin, his whole body engulfed in flames, screaming as he rolled on the ground.

Another Northern Yuan Wanhu Commander lunged from the side, intending a sneak attack, but Jia Jing backhanded his spear, piercing the commander's throat, lifting him into the air, then casually flung him aside.

In just a dozen breaths, the Northern Yuan senior officials in the tent suffered heavy casualties, especially the generals, nearly all of whom were killed.

At this point, the only Northern Yuan officials still able to stand were the trembling Tuo Huan and A Lu Tai, along with a few civil officials slumped limp on the ground.

The guards also numbered only five or six, tightly protecting Batu Mengke at his side.

After Jia Jing's indifferent gaze swept around the tent, he lifted his spear and stepped toward Batu Mengke step by step.

The spear tip dragged on the ground, drawing a faint line of blood.

As Jia Jing approached, Tuo Huan and A Lu Tai dared not block him; instead, their legs went weak, they knelt on the ground, dropped their knives, and lay trembling all over.

Jia Jing walked past them, temporarily ignoring the two.

Seeing Jia Jing heading straight for him, Batu Mengke panicked and tried to rush out of the tent, but Zhu Que blocked the way, preventing him from escaping for the moment.

"Great Khan, halt!"