"It wasn't a threat, merely a statement of facts and reason." Fang Ye Yu continued, "Besides, though your martial arts are formidable, you are not invincible. Take our Imperial Tutor Phags-pa and my master, Demon Master Pang Ban—there is no guarantee you could defeat either of them. And our Great Khan has now perfected his divine art; even my master admits himself inferior."
The news that Temujin was cultivating demonic arts had previously been nothing more than hearsay. Now that it had been confirmed by someone from within their ranks, Song Qingshu could not help but feel a shadow fall over his heart. Stronger even than Phags-pa and Pang Ban—what kind of being had Temujin become?
Seeing him fall silent, Fang Ye Yu was overjoyed. "A master such as yourself is practically immortal and naturally understands the balance of gains and losses. Once we return to our country, we will certainly put in a good word for your nation and for you before the Great Khan."
What awaited him was a point of cold starlight. Fang Ye Yu was horrified and tried to raise his twin halberds to block the weapon, but his reaction was ultimately too slow. Looking down at the sword embedded in his throat, his face was full of disbelief. "Wh... why?" He could not understand why, despite knowing how powerful the Mongol Empire was, his opponent had still so foolishly chosen to kill them. Was he not afraid of bringing catastrophic ruin upon Goryeo?
"Since the Mongol Empire is so powerful, I naturally need to get rid of a few of its lackeys first." Even if Fu Cailin had truly been here, he would not have believed Fang Ye Yu's nonsense. Return home and pretend nothing had happened, then speak well of Goryeo? Who was he