Chapter - 530 Sword Duels On Mount Hua (13) (2/2)

Guo Jing hesitated a moment before answering, ”Great Khan's accomplishment is exceptional, no one can match it since time immemorial. However, for Great Khan one person to achieve this level of awe-inspiring power, I don't know how many bones have been piled up, how many orphans and widows out there, and how many tears have been shed?”

Genghis Khan's eyebrows were raised. He lifted his horsewhip high, ready to strike Guo Jing's head; but seeing Guo Jing imposingly looking at him without any trace of fear in his eyes, his whip stopped midair. He roared, ”What did you say?”

Guo Jing said in his heart, ”After today the days for me to say goodbye to the Great Khan are numbered; even if I provoke him to anger I have to make him understand what's in my heart.” Therefore, fearlessly he said, ”Great Khan, you raised me up and taught me, yet you also caused my mother's tragic death. This is personal grudge and gratitude; let us not talk about it. I only want to ask you: when somebody died and buried, how much land would he occupy?”

Genghis Khan was startled, but he answered anyway, ”About this big,” he made a circle with his whip.

Guo Jing said, ”That's right. Then you killed so many people, shed so much blood, and invaded so many countries; in the end, what's the use of all that?”

Genghis Khan was silent.

”Are you saying that in all my life I did not do a single good deed?” Genghis Khan asked.

”Good deeds, certainly there are many, but you attacked the south and conquered the west, piling dead bodies like a mountain. Whether that act could be considered right or wrong, might be very difficult to say,” Guo Jing answered. His natural disposition was simple and straightforward, he said what was in his heart.

All of his life Genghis Khan was a conceited man, nobody dared to tell him anything. This time he was scolded by a youngster, worse yet, he found it difficult to refute what Guo Jing had said. He looked back to his past, also looked around him on the horseback. He felt something is suddenly taken away from him. Half a day later, 'wah!' he spurted fresh blood to the ground.

Guo Jing was scared, he realized his tongue had been too sharp; busily he held out his hand to support the Khan and said, ”Great Khan, let's go back and rest. I have been too bold and affronted you, I beg for your forgiveness.”

Genghis Khan gave a slight wry smile, his face was pale like a yellow wax, he sighed, ”Among the people around me, there is none who is as bold as you are, dare to tell me what you really think in your heart.” Immediately his eyebrows were raised, put an arrogant face and proudly said, ”I have wandered back and fro over the earth, crushing countless countries, yet in your opinion I can't be counted as a hero? Hey! It truly is childish talk!” He raised his whip and struck his horse's back, speeding back to his tent.

That very evening Genghis Khan collapsed inside his Golden Tent. Just before he died he mumbled, ”Hero … hero …” Apparently he had been pondering in his heart what Guo Jing had said earlier.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong paid their final respect to the Great Khan; and after bidding Tuolei farewell, they headed south that very same day.