Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1608 Fight
All sounds are gone.

Everyone stood there blankly, looking at the headless man on the horse.

The original position of the human head turned into a blood hole, and the headless corpse rode forward a few steps, blood spurting out.

With a plop, Chunyu Ya's head spun and landed on the ground, covered with dust.

Everything hasn't started yet, it's over.

"what!"

The woman's screams finally reappeared, and the female captives who had been bundled together scrambled to the outside of the racecourse.

The men were all stunned, whether they were on horseback or standing outside the racecourse, they all stared blankly at the young man standing under Chunyu Ya's horse.

Chunyu Ye's hand was still in the posture of swinging the sword, blood stained half of his face, making his handsome face look like a ghost.

He was not as tall as Chun Yuya's Ma Gao, and the long sword was like a child's toy in his hands, but no one thought that it was this humble young man who killed his own brother with just one sword strike.

He didn't even have to move extra, just cut off the head of the man who was charging towards him on horseback with just one sword strike.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

"This...how is this possible?"

Chunyu Dan was riding on the horse, watching this scene in astonishment.

You must know that the reason why Chun Yuya was able to run rampant in the royal court of Xirong was because he broke through to the fifth level at the age of 15, and he was a practitioner of the Divine Dance Realm with first-class realm and skill.

After Chunyu Ye was awakened at the age of five, his realm had never risen again, and the White Wolf King had never sought out a master for him to teach him. Chunyu Dan didn't even know that Chunyu Ye could use a sword.

Beheading with one sword is definitely not something a 12-year-old boy can do!

At this time Chunyu Ya's horse stopped, and Chunyu Ya's headless corpse fell from the horse's back.

Blood flowed from the stubble on his neck and flowed to Chunyu Ye's feet.

Chunyu Ye lowered his head and looked at the disgusting face on the ground who had already been separated from his family.

He knelt down and wiped his blood-stained sword on his headless brother, then stood up and looked at his father.

The racecourse was filled with the smell of blood, and all the Xirong people watched this scene stupidly.

There are many incidents of Xirong people killing their fathers and brothers, but at this moment, the cold-blooded and cruelty displayed by this 12-year-old boy, even the Xirong people are afraid.

The only one who remained calm was the White Wolf King.

It was obvious that one of his sons had just killed another son without blinking an eye on the battlefield, but the White Wolf King was still sitting firmly on the throne, only staring gloomyly at Chunyu Ye who was standing next to Chunyu Ya's corpse.

Princess Zhiyun limply beside him, after she screamed, her eyes became empty, looking at the two sons on the racetrack, she felt as if she was dreaming.

"you……"

The White Wolf King stared at Chunyu Ye, "When did you break through?"

The aura that Chunyu Ye showed at the moment when he chopped off Chunyu Ya's head was undoubtedly the aura of a fifth-rank practitioner.

Chunyu Ye licked the blood from his lips, and said flatly, "Half a year ago."

12-year-old grade five.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath. Among the practitioners after her, Ji Jiashu was not the first in the continent to break through to the fifth level at the age of 13. The earliest should be Chun Yuye who broke through to the fifth level at the age of 12.

But this secret is only spread on the Mobei grassland.

"Half a year ago," the White Wolf King narrowed his eyes, "that is to say, when you were at least ten years old, you were already at the sixth rank?"

The realm of level five is extraordinary, no matter how talented a practitioner is, it is absolutely impossible for a practitioner to suddenly break through without a year or two.

"Yes," Chunyu Ye nodded.

The White Wolf King's green pupils darkened slightly.

In other words, at least two years ago, when Chunyu Ya bullied Chunyu Ye, he was able to fight back.

But Chunyu Ye never fought back.

"Why didn't you fight back before?" He stared coldly at this hidden son.

"Why should I fight back?" Chunyu Ye showed an almost innocent smile on his face.

"If I had fought back then, I wouldn't be able to kill him with a single sword now."

Ying Baoyue felt a sudden chill in his heart.

For the past seven years, this seemingly emaciated teenager has been waiting.

Waiting for the opportunity to kill himself and his mother and brother with one blow.

A gust of cold wind blew up on the racecourse, and the terrified faces of countless Xirong people were exposed in the wind.

The White Wolf King must be looking at this monster he raised with his own hands.

"That's right," he suddenly laughed, "What do you want?"

Chunyu Ye specifically chose this moment to kill Chunyu Ya on the spot, not only for revenge, but also for establishing his prestige.

The other warriors around the horse farm looked at the 12-year-old boy with fear in their eyes.

Chunyu Ye smiled, "I want Twelve Royal Courts."

"You just killed the tenth king Zhai, don't you want the tenth court?" The White Wolf King stared into his eyes.

The reason why the Twelve Kings Court is the last tribe that has not elected a new King Zhai is that the Twelve Kings Court is the most rebellious branch among the twelve branches of Xirong, and it is full of unruly thorns.

"I only want the Twelve Royal Courts," Chunyu Ye smiled, "I killed the number one warrior, so I shouldn't have to attend the Bodhidharma Conference anymore, right?"

Chun Yuya was originally the winner of the Bodhidharma Conference, and now he directly killed the previous winner, so he didn't need to prove his strength through the Bodhidharma Conference.

"If you want the Twelve Royal Courts, I'll give it to you," the White Wolf King said lightly, "But if you can't hold on to this seat and are killed by your own people, no one will avenge you."

Chunyu Ya has an eldest son, and when he grows up, he will definitely come to Chunyu Ye for revenge.

"Of course," Chunyu Ye still smiled.

Standing in front of his brother's headless body, his smile did not look like a 12-year-old child at all.

The White Wolf King looked at him quietly and announced with a wave.

"From today onwards, you will be the Twelve Zhai Kings."

……

……

Two months later, Princess Zhiyun died.

No one knew the exact reason for her death, only faint rumors said that she died of heart palpitations at night.

Chunyuye woke up in the tent of the Twelve Kings Court, and the people around him reported the news of his death.

Standing in the dark, Ying Baoyue looked at the young man who was already wearing Zhai Wang Pei decoration sitting in the tent. He just sat there without crying or making a fuss.

Even though it was in his memory, Ying Baoyue still didn't know what he was thinking.

The voices of the maids came from outside the tent.

"The three daughters of the former king are all dead now."

"Eleventh King Zhai's mother, Princess Juyun, died of illness. Princess Ciyun will not mention it. Now Princess Zhiyun is also dead."

"Have you chased the eldest son to death? I heard that the Tenth Royal Court is in chaos."

"Hush, keep your voice down, if His Royal Highness Zhai hears, we will all die."

The reputation of Chunyu Ye's brutality had spread throughout the Twelve Royal Courts, the maid outside the door shuddered and walked away quickly.

Ying Baoyue stood in the dark, watching Chunyuye sitting alone in the tent.

"She's dead, don't you go and see?"

At this moment Chunyu Ye suddenly lowered his head and spoke.

Who is he talking to?

Ying Baoyue raised her head in panic, and found a man standing behind Chunyuye at some point.

Is that person again?
"The White Wolf King has already carried her to the celestial burial platform. She probably doesn't want others to see her being gnawed to pieces."

The man said lightly.

"is it?"

Chunyuye lowered his head and said calmly, "Then I won't be able to see her either."

Never to be seen again.

"It's fine if she's dead," the man said without the slightest emotion, "it's more uncomfortable for her to live than to die."

"It's obviously you, and me, who killed her."

It was the first time Ying Baoyue heard Chun Yuye's voice so intense.

"You shouldn't think like that," compared to the excitement in the young man's words, the man's emotions remained calm.

"She just shouldn't have been born in Xirong."

Chunyu Ye turned around abruptly.

Just when Ying Baoyue thought she could see the man's face, the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly shattered.

She realized that she was about to wake up, and stared forward desperately, but her vision blurred, only the conversation between the two rang in her ears.

"By the way, your father asked me to take you to a place."

"Where?"

"Although you killed Chunyu Ya, you don't know any sword skills at all."

The man's voice gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Come with me."

"I'll take you to a place where you can kill more people."

……

……

"what!"

Ying Baoyue woke up from the dream covered in sweat.

She opened her eyes and met a pair of cold green pupils.

　what
　　
　
(End of this chapter)