Chapter 187 The King on the Pillar of Shame

Chapter 187 The King on the Pillar of Shame

The Northern Rong royal court, once a golden tent symbolizing the highest power on the grasslands, is now a ruin.

Smoke curls up, and crows circle overhead.

In the very center of the ruins, the black-armored guards of Dasheng erected a huge wooden stake charred black by the flames.

The wooden stake stood alone, like a middle finger pointing towards the sky, mocking the former owners of this land.

"Drag him up!"

With Han Zheng's cold shout, a piercing metallic scraping sound rang out.

Several black-armored guards dragged a heavy iron cage roughly through the crowd and arrived at the wooden stake.

The one locked in the cage was none other than the once invincible Northern Rong Wolf Lord—Tuoba Xiao.

However, at this moment, where was the slightest trace of his kingly majesty?

His brocade robe had long since turned into tattered rags, his hair had been shaved in half (for disguise), and his face was covered with dried mud and blood.

The most terrifying thing was that from a distance, a strong, pungent stench of pig manure, which had been fermenting for several days and was thoroughly pickled, made the people around cover their noses and back away.

This is the price he paid for hiding in the pigsty.

"vomit……"

The soldiers kneeling on either side, surrendering, looked at the man in the cage, who reeked of stench and was curled up like a dead dog, their eyes filled with disbelief and despair at the collapse of their faith.

That's their wolf lord?

That god who claims to be the son of the Eternal Heaven, who is going to lead them to conquer the Central Plains?

Now, the statue has collapsed, leaving only a pile of rotting flesh emitting a foul odor.

"Let me out...let me out!"

Tuoba Xiao gripped the iron bars, roaring hoarsely. His eyes were cloudy and crazed; he was on the verge of collapse.

"Da, da, da."

A crisp sound of hooves slowly shattered Tuoba Xiao's roar.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for each other.

Pei Yunjing rode on the magnificent "Mofeng" horse, his black battle robe spotless, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

He didn't dismount, and he wouldn't even come within five steps of the iron cage.

With a frown and a look of disgust, she pulled a snow-white silk handkerchief from her bosom and covered her mouth and nose tightly.

"Tuoba Xiao".

Pei Yunjing's voice came through the handkerchief, carrying a muffled chill, yet still as imposing as a mountain:

“Look around you.”

"Your royal court is destroyed, your soldiers are kneeling, your beautiful dream... has it ended?"

Tuoba Xiao suddenly raised his head, staring intently at the high-ranking man, his eyes filled with resentment and venom:

"Pei Yunjing! If you have the guts, kill me! Give me a quick death!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain! I'll be a hero again in eighteen years!"

"Kill you?"

Pei Yunjing chuckled softly, as if he had heard a joke.

His fingers rested lightly on the hilt of the "Zhanwang" sword at his waist, his thumb rubbing the guard, but he never drew the sword.

"I said before I went to war that I would not sheath my sword in this battle."

Pei Yunjing spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone indifferent:

"Along this journey, my sword has drunk enough blood and killed enough people."

"But you..."

His gaze swept over Tuoba Xiao's body, which was covered in pig dung and mud, and the disgust in his eyes was so intense that it almost overflowed:

"It's too dirty."

"Killing you would only dirty my sword."

Tuoba Xiao froze, his face turning a deep liver color.

For a soldier, the greatest insult is not dying in battle, but that the enemy thinks you are not worthy to die by his sword!

"You...you..." Tuoba Xiao trembled with rage.

"Since you call yourself the wolf of the grasslands, the son of the Eternal Heaven..."

Pei Yunjing withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at the man who made him nauseous. He slightly turned his head and looked at the boundless, desolate, and vast Changsheng Heaven to the side.

"Then I will follow the customs of your grasslands and see you off."

"Let you return to the embrace of the Eternal Heaven."

Pei Yunjing's voice suddenly turned cold, like a judge from the deepest hell announcing the final death sentence:

"but……"

"It's a return alive."

"Guards! Tie him to the pillar of shame!"

"yes!"

Several black-armored guards endured the stench, opened the cage, dragged out the struggling Tuoba Xiao, and used thick ox-tendon ropes to tightly bind him to the charred wooden stake.

Facing east, that was the direction of the Great Sheng Dynasty, and also the direction in which his ambitions were shattered.

"Pei Yunjing! What do you want to do?! What are you trying to do?!"

Tuoba Xiao screamed in terror, a sense of foreboding gripping him.

Pei Yunjing did not answer.

He simply turned his horse around, moved to the upwind side, and then gently nodded to the woman in red riding a mare who was slowly approaching from behind:

"My beloved concubine."

"Executioner, it's your turn."