Chapter 647

The stars hang over the vast wilderness.

On the vast wilderness, the Tumet tribe’s people were moving forward slowly under the moonlight.

Altan Khan trailed at the end of the ranks, riding his horse with his arms crossed, his eyes half-open and half-closed, appearing to be dozing, but the Tatar Heaven-Men beside him were not relaxed at all, and even looked a bit nervous.

Because they could clearly perceive the murderous intent emanating from Altan Khan.

Today in the Tatar camp, Altan Khan had been in the upper hand on the surface, and he had left very happily, even mocking Yibuci in public, and the other party didn't dare to care. But in the final analysis, he only took advantage on the surface; he lost out in substance.

His plan to weaken other tribes through An Shen Ziyang and the others’ hands had failed.

And he was forced away by Yibuci borrowing the Old Man by the River’s prestige.

How could Altan Khan, who had always been arbitrary, endure this? But he couldn't make a move. After Yibuci brought the conflict to the table, any action he took against other tribes was tantamount to destroying the Old Man by the River’s plan, which was something he dared not do no matter what.

"Tsk!"

Altan Khan opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings. The Tumet tribe’s Heaven-Men instinctively turned their gazes away, fearing they would touch their own Khan’s bad luck. But then they felt a burst of regret, because Altan Khan hated spineless people the most, and their retreating behavior clearly made Altan Khan even angrier.

But strangely, Altan Khan didn't make any reaction.

He just silently looked toward the southeast, the direction of Shuntian Prefecture.

"A bunch of idiots."

He thought in his heart.

"What is Yibuci, and what is Kuden Khan! An old dog, a wolf cub pretending to be stupid. If I were afraid of them chewing their tongues in front of the Eternal Heaven, I wouldn't have made a move against them in the first place... do they really think I was forced away by them!"

"The Eternal Heaven has entered the capital for half a month, but has not appeared again, letting these Central Plains people guard Nanjing and drag the army. How can they not see the strangeness in this?"

Altan Khan made the same guess as An Shen Ziyang.

The Old Man by the River had encountered trouble.

People who could sit in high positions were naturally not idiots. Whether it was the cold Yibuci, the seemingly ignorant Kuden Khan, or the rough and ferocious Altan Khan, they were all smart people, but only Altan Khan reached the same conclusion as An Shen Ziyang.

Because he was very conceited.

Unlike other Tatars, Altan Khan didn't believe in the Old Man by the River so much. In his eyes, although the Old Man by the River held peerless martial power, he was just one of the tools he had to borrow to achieve his hegemony—so he wouldn't subconsciously ignore certain possibilities.

"I don't have time to tangle with these waste anymore."

"The Tatar’s military strength and population are not enough to occupy the Central Plains. The Eternal Heaven is the biggest reliance for me to be emperor... Let Yibuci and these waste tangle with those Central Plains people; I want to see what happened in the capital."

Altan Khan withdrew his gaze and was about to close his eyes again.

Just then, a gust of wind came from near to far, and a Tatar Heaven-Man dashed over, stopping abruptly beside Altan Khan. Before he could speak, Altan Khan cut off his words and asked on his own.

"Did those Central Plains people make a move?"

"Yes!"

"Yibuci let them into the camp, preparing to wipe them out?"

"Yes!"

"Did all the tribes take out their bottom-of-the-box experts?"

"Yes!"

Altan Khan sneered.

"Yibuci, this old dog, only has this much method... are those Central Plains people all dead?"

Having fought for decades, he had long known other tribes like the back of his hand, and he also knew how much weight An Shen Ziyang and the others had. So although he sent his men to investigate, he had already preset the result in his heart.

But this time, he didn't wait for the expected affirmative answer.

"Khan..."

The Tatar Heaven-Man mumbled.

"Hmm?"

Altan Khan frowned, lowered his head, and looked at him.

"An accident?"

"How is that possible? With just those few Embroidered Uniform Guards along with a bunch of beggars and remnants, if I hadn't secretly helped, Yibuci would have surrounded and killed them long ago. Now that they have taken out their methods, and the other party has drilled into the trap, what accident could there be?"

"You aren't trying to deceive me!"

He frowned, staring fixedly at the Tatar Heaven-Man.