When the Royal Court Imperial Guards around the carriage saw Zhu Ying arrive on a black horse, clad in red armor and wielding a Tiger Head Saber, their faces instantly turned deathly pale. Terror surged from the depths of their eyes, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
In the Northern Yuan of today, when it came to intimidation, perhaps even Zhu Yuanzhang did not command as much fear as Zhu Ying.
Within Northern Yuan territory, Zhu Ying's name had long become synonymous with the "God of Slaughter." Countless people turned pale at the mention of him and trembled upon hearing his name. His reputation had become so formidable that it rivaled how Bai Qi's name had once been enough to stop children from crying in Zhao State during the Warring States period.
"Black horse, red armor, Tiger Head Saber!"
By now, everyone in Northern Yuan knew that phrase. The moment Northern Yuan soldiers and civilians saw a general dressed like that, they knew it had to be Zhu Ying.
How could the Royal Court Imperial Guards before him not know?
"What?"
Zhu Ying reined in his horse, his sharp gaze sweeping across the Royal Court Imperial Guards. A cold smile curled across his lips. "You all know me?"
"Brothers!"
The leading Imperial Guard commander forced himself to endure his trembling body and roared himself hoarse, "Protect His Majesty to the death! Fight Zhu Ying to the end! Attack together! Kill him!"
"Kill!"
At the command, the surrounding Royal Court Imperial Guards gripped their weapons tightly. Their steps were disorderly, but they charged Zhu Ying with the resolve to die.
For a moment, blades, spears, and swords flashed in every direction, while the grating clang of metal rang out all around.
Zhu Ying sneered. With a violent flick of his wrist, the