Zhao Rui and King Mu fought all the way from the inn to the center of the square. The skills released by both of them were very strong, and their sword skills and sword skills were even more powerful. For a while, it was really impossible to tell the winner.
There was another collision, and the two bodies pushed each other away.
King Mu squatted there half-crouched and gasped for air. There were dense beads of sweat on his forehead, and his whole breath was a little sluggish.
The extremely strong internal energy that lingered around him just now was now much weaker.
On the other hand, Zhao Rui still looked majestic, and his internal energy seemed to be flowing continuously without any weakening.
"Is this your family's secret skill? It doesn't seem that powerful!"
Zhao Rui mocked, then stepped forward again, and the internal power of the Harbin Sun Skill burst out at the same time.
King Mu was a little overwhelmed, his sword skills seemed a bit confusing, and he couldn't resist at all.
However, Zhao Rui got more and more excited as he fought, and it didn't take long before King Mu was forced into a blind corner.
"Where is King Mu's army?"
In desperation, King Mu suddenly shouted, and the surrounding city defense troops immediately received the signal and rushed over.
The coldness in Zhao Rui's eyes reached the extreme, and he slashed hard with the long knife in his hand, directly cutting King Mu in half with his sword.
King Mu's army rushed here and found that their king was dead. They immediately looked at each other and felt a little at a loss.
Many surrounding tribal leaders were also in chaos.
The one who was hacked to death was the most powerful King Mu in southern Xinjiang, and the one who was hacked was the world-famous King of Shang Zhao!
In the Miao city less than fifty miles away, hundreds of thousands of merchant troops are stationed. As long as there is a slight surprise to King Zhao, hundreds of thousands of troops will immediately march south.
The loosely organized Southern Xinjiang Alliance was unable to withstand the great merchant army.
Zhao Rui put away King Yu's sword and climbed onto the high platform like a normal person.
"I only came here to do two things. First, to behead the rebellious King Mu in public. Second, to issue an ultimatum to you all. If it weren't for me, the Great Shang army would go south! Surrender and get a title, or should we continue to fight with Great Shang?
It's up to you to choose whether to fight against Shang or not."
After saying such words, Zhao Rui led everyone to leave in a swaggering manner, as if this place was already the city of Dashang.
I don't know how long it took for the leaders of each tribe to react.
"Oh my god, King Zhao of Dashang is so powerful that he even killed King Mu, so it's not easy to kill us!"
"Da Shang alone has amassed more than 600,000 troops in Miao territory. There are millions more troops coming here in a steady stream. We are no match at all."
"It's better to surrender. I heard that after the princes from all walks of life in the Central Plains surrendered to Dashang, many of them received titles."
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Zhao Rui drank wine all the way, his expression extremely calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Your Highness!" Ziyun was still in a daze: "We just rush to someone's home and kill them?"
Zhao Rui spread his hands: "What do you mean by someone else's home? That is my future territory of Dashang!"
While he was talking, the grass not far away suddenly made a rustling sound, and then a large group of savages rushed out wearing strange costumes, each holding a big wooden stick in their hand.
There are very strange patterns carved on these big wooden sticks, which indicates which tribe they belong to.
"I opened this mountain and planted this tree. If you want to live forever, leave money to buy the road!"
His eyes widened as he saw that this group of people were well-equipped and well-trained, but they were actually just bandits blocking the road.