A breeze swept across the grasslands, carrying the smell of blood.
When all the soldiers in the Royal Tent sensed the commotion, they rushed over. But when they saw the scene before them, they were so terrified their courage failed them.
If not for Monkge's long-standing authority, they would have fled already.
"It's over, it's over! She's not human—she's a demon!"
"Longevity Heaven above, please save us!"
"I submit! My people and I submit! Immortal, please forgive us!"
On the raised platform, the clan leaders of the various tribes knelt on the ground in terror. Not one of them could summon the slightest thought of resistance.
Even the mighty Iron Pagoda had been killed with ease by Little Dragon Girl.
Let alone them. Their lives were so wonderful—they had no desire to pit their flesh and blood against the Iron Pagoda's armor to see which was harder!
"Useless trash!"
Monkge kicked away the chieftain of a small tribe, who was kneeling before him and weeping bitterly.
Then he turned his gaze to Little Dragon Girl. The lecherous look had vanished from his eyes.
As Kublai's older brother and a khan of the Mongol Empire, he was no fool.
He had simply thought everything was under control, so he hadn't bothered to think things through.
"Does Your Excellency intend to make an enemy of the Mongols?!"
Monkge glanced at A'shu's corpse, then calmly looked at Little Dragon Girl.
"If Your Excellency leaves now, we can let this matter pass. But if you refuse to retreat, the Mongols have ways of dealing with you!"
Monkge could see that the other woman was no ordinary person, but that wasn't enough to frighten him into backing down.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pitch-black tent nearby opened. An old man emerged step by