C92 (1/2)

An indifferent yet faintly discernible smile appeared on Tuoba Fei's face as he drew an arc in the air that would cause one's heart to tremble. His eyes that were like cold stars stared down at the struggling Ah Shi. He was not worried that Assyrian would draw the scimitar from under his ribs, much less that Assyrian would stab him with it.

If he was worried, he would have his men tie the Desert Eagle down with a rope before Asher woke up. He did not want to give him the chance to do so.

The coldness in Tuoba Fei's eyes was like the snow that never melted on the distant mountain peak. It made Ashur's heart sink as the cold entered his bones.

Facing Tuoba Fei, he did not have the slightest confidence. Even if he had pulled out the dagger below his ribs, he would not be able to injure the powerful Prince Xian of the Left. Although Prince Xian of the Left was known for his use of troops as a god, how could the Huns not know that King Xian of the Great Moon was as cunning as his sabresmanship?

However, he rarely fought, and there weren't many enemies that could cause him to attack.

Furthermore, all the guards around him had cold expressions and were glaring at him like tigers stalking their prey. Amongst them, there were a few generals that he had seen before.

His hand powerlessly fell down from the sabre's hilt as he tried to escape. It was impossible, he couldn't fight. Tuoba Fei didn't even need to personally act, as the people around him would be able to capture or kill him once again.

The miserable wails signified that his subordinates were missing another batch. He could ignore the lives of these people. Their lives originally belonged to him. They were born for their king, and died for their king.

Tuoba Fei's subordinates had already sent out an order for the Kunmai people to surrender, but without their king's order, no one dared to surrender. They bitterly endured, and even the last person had to last until the end.

Asshole raised his hand and shouted, ”Stop, all of you stop!”

With a wave of Tuoba Fei's hand, the men from the Great Moon Sect gradually stopped their attacks and retreated. With blades in hand, they glared at the people from Kunmi.

”Surrender, I give you permission to surrender.”

Asher's voice was hoarse and helpless. He looked dejectedly at his subordinates who were more than half killed and knew that it was impossible to wait for the other tribes to come and help.

When they saw Tuoba Fei's arrangements and heard his words, they understood that no one would come to support them anymore. Presumably, the road to Kunmi had already been blocked by the men and horses of the Great Moon Branch. Even if Kunmi sent reinforcements, they still wouldn't be able to get here. Even if he could arrive, he wouldn't be able to wait any longer.

It was no longer important whether or not the king was captured alive and whether or not the reinforcements would come. Without the king, and without the Ashnah Hunters, Kunmi would soon be defeated.

The people of Kunmi, at the king's command, dismounted, abandoned the weapons in their hands, and slowly gathered together, kneeling on the sand and lowering their heads. Facing Tuoba Fei's direction, they prostrated themselves on the ground. Both their hands were deeply embedded into the sand, their foreheads touching the ground as they waited to be dealt with.

A man of the Great Moon came forward to collect the spoils of war, and bound the captives with ropes, and watched them on the spot.

No one dared to resist. Their king had already been captured alive and had become a prisoner. What strength did they have to resist? Silently, he placed his hands behind his back, waiting to be tied up.

Yue Chanjuan looked at this scene coldly. Every victory in this war was exchanged with countless amounts of blood and bones. The lives that had once been alive on the sand today would soon turn into piles of bones that would be covered by the yellow sand. After an unknown period of time, they would be buried forever under the sand.

Ashes was unwilling to give up. However, at this point in time, he no longer had any other methods, nor did he have the qualifications or strength to fight against Tuoba Fei.

Kunmi was a slave tribe. In a way, the subordinates of Asher, who hunted for his pride, were all his slaves. He was the one who controlled life and death.

To slaves, their masters held absolute authority, and they could decide their life and death as well as any existence high above them. Slaves absolutely had to bow down and worship their masters. Even if they were asked to die, a slave wouldn't hesitate in the slightest.

Thus, before receiving the order to hunt down Ashes, none of the warriors in Kunmi would dare to surrender without permission. They knew that if they continued to resist, only death awaited them. However, their lives belonged to their king.

At this moment, all the people in Kunmi were prostrated on the ground. They were captured by the victorious side, or they chose to surrender. They would become slaves of the Great Moon Branch in the future and change their owners.

Everyone was dejected. Their king had been captured, and Kunmi would no longer exist.