Hulagu Khan followed Fang Ye Yu into the front courtyard and finally understood why that subordinate had so anxiously said they could not stop him. A man in a long robe, his black hair hanging loose, stood alone with a sword against countless battle-hardened Mongol warriors as though no one else existed.
No matter how fiercely the Mongol warriors charged, all that awaited them was a cold sword tip and death. His sword seemed to have been waiting there all along, as though they were offering their own necks to it.
"Devil! He's a devil!" Even Mongol warriors accustomed to death felt fear. The man opposite them had an unusually narrow, elongated face. Every feature on it was a flaw no one would want, as though they had all been crammed together, making his forehead seem especially high. His long chin protruded somewhat awkwardly, while his crooked, folded nose bridge was disproportionately tall and huge, making his eyes and mouth appear even smaller. His face was utterly unbalanced and bizarre, and paired with his ghostlike swordsmanship, he seemed like an evil spirit from hell.
"Stop disrupting morale! This is nothing more than Goguryeo's Yi Jian Shu!" Seeing signs that his soldiers were about to break, Hulagu Khan immediately circulated his internal energy and roared.
Hulagu Khan ruled his army strictly. At the words "disrupting morale," those shouting in panic immediately fell silent. In the army, that was a grave crime, one punishable by beheading at any time to sacrifice to the banner.
With Hulagu Khan's arrival, and now that they understood this was merely a martial art, the Mongol soldiers gradually settled down. Still, they could barely maintain their formation. Stopping the enemy was simply impossible.
Watching his elite soldiers be slaughtered, Hulagu Khan's eyelids twitched. Fang Ye Yu hurriedly