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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.

Asshole stepped back slowly and took the knife from its sheath in his hand. The veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped it tightly.

He lowered his head. He only had two choices. One was to die, and the other was to surrender.

The conflict in his heart tormented him. Death, could he still die like a hero? Now, even if he died, he died in such a useless manner. Surrender, the pride and self-esteem in his heart, he found it hard to accept being a desert eagle. In the future, he would become a lone slave to the Great Moon Sect.

After a leader of a clan was captured, they would become like slaves. To surrender meant that the other party would be their master. In the future, their life and death would be determined by the orders of their master.

"This King can still let you take charge of the affairs of the Venerable Asherah. However, from now on, you will have to follow the will of the king and follow his orders. If this king has orders, you cannot go against it. Otherwise, this king will not mind letting you die with dignity.

Asuna raised his head and looked at Tuoba Fei, his voice hoarse and powerless. "Your Highness still wants me to manage the affairs of the Kunmi Family?"

"Yes, This King can also move Kunme to a more fertile land and return to the place where Kunme's ancestors resided."

Asch, that hunter genius, looked at Tuoba Fei with an incredulous expression. He almost couldn't believe Tuoba Fei's words. How could it be possible for him to return to their ancestral land and allow him to manage the affairs of the Kunlun Kingdom?

The Kun Mi Tribe hoped day and night to return to their ancestral land from their desolate and bitter land. However, they didn't dare to, because that was the territory of the Great Moon Sect. They were driven all the way into the depths of the desert, where the living conditions were difficult.

"Why?"

"This King wants you to swear in front of This King that from today onwards, you will be loyal to the Great Moon Sect and to This King. You must not have any thoughts of disobeying the orders of the Great Moon Sect, and from now on, you will be subject to it for all eternity and submit to This King."

Asmodeus felt bitter in his heart. When he returned to his ancestral land, he could still manage the affairs of the sect. The price was that he would forever become one of the Great Moon Branch's subjects, and Tuoba Fei's servants would never be able to make a comeback.

His heart was in turmoil. What should he do?

"What should I do?"

Bewildered, he looked into the distance. Was there any other choice? If he did not comply, then he would only die. If he died, Tuoba Fei could choose another person from the Ashnah Clan to take over for him, and that person would not dare to disobey Tuoba Fei's orders.

Persistence? What could he persevere with?

If he lost his life, what was the point of persevering?

"Return to the ancestral land!"

Asherah closed his eyes. This was the dream of generations of the Kunmi tribe. From his grandfather's generation to the place where he had lost his ancestral home, he was forced to enter the depths of the desert. The conditions of life were becoming more and more difficult, and the environment more and more desolate and barren.

He wanted to lead his people out from the depths of the desert and return to his ancestral land, but he had no choice but to retreat to an even further place.

Under the moonlight, Yue Chan Juan looked like a fairy that had fallen into the mortal world from the moon. The cool breeze caused her clothes to float in the air, as if she wanted to fly away on the wind.

Under the cold moonlight, her beauty was like a dream, transcending the mundane world. At this moment, Ashes suddenly understood. A girl like that was not something he could control, and it wasn't something he should have.

Yue Chan silently gazed at the cold moon in the sky. How long was she going to walk this sort of road? Turning his head to the side, he looked to Tuoba Fei. That tall figure was already following him all the way here. That was already enough.

Asher, the hunter, suddenly grasped the hilt of his saber and drew it from its sheath. The blade reflected the cold moonlight with a dazzling brilliance, reflecting the slight distortion of his face.