After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

"Senior sister!"

When Long Luo saw Qingyi come back to life, she was overjoyed and burst into tears, throwing herself into Qingyi's arms.

The woman in green wiped away the tears on her cheeks, then picked up her sword and walked towards the slightly bewildered Ji Wuchen. "Old man, did you enjoy beating me just now?"

Her injuries had been completely healed when she broke through to the next realm. At this moment, her aura was like a sword of destruction. This was her path. It was only natural for the ruthless fairy to walk the path of the sword of destruction.

Ji Wuchen gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Fan, "Young Master, I'm afraid neither of us can leave today."

"You're a Sword Saint, and you can't beat her?"

“Her swordsmanship of destruction is superior to mine; I am no match for her, and moreover…”

Ji Wuchen didn't say anything more. He used his inner energy to send Zhang Fan to the side, then gripped the Jinghong Sword and faced the woman in green.

The woman in green held a sword in one hand and put the other on her hip, looking like an unruly queen. "Hmph, that little beast tried to kill me just now, so I killed him. You don't have any objections, do you?"

"You think you can keep us here?!"

Zhang Fan was so dismayed that he screamed like a madman.

"Noisy."

The woman in green glared at him, and a wave of destructive aura enveloped him. Zhang Fan groaned and knelt on the ground, unable to move an inch.

This is what a sage is. Below a sage, all are but ants. This is no joke.

"That's good enough!"

Just as tensions were about to rise, Chen Futu suddenly entered and stood between them.

The man in green said unhappily, "Get out of my way, I'll deal with this old bastard first."

"Teacher, in this war of saints, do you intend to cause a bloodbath?"

Chen Futu rolled his eyes at her.

Now they have no choice but to step forward. She has become a saint, the foundation of the Northern Frontier. As for Ji Wuchen, he is also a saint, so they definitely need to take this opportunity to win him over.

Ji Wuchen sighed, "Your Majesty, please step aside. How could I be afraid of her?"

The woman in green said unhappily, "Did you hear that? You go first, I'll do the beating first."

Seeing that neither of the two sages gave the Northern Frontier King any face, the martial arts experts watching the battle secretly mocked, "Who does he think he is, trying to order two sages around? If the sages don't show up, that's one thing, but if they do, how can he interfere?"

"Yeah, let's see how he ends up."

Some martial arts figures who previously dared not act rashly are now spreading rumors and enjoying watching Chen Futu make a fool of himself.

Chen Futu was not angry upon hearing these words. Instead, he looked at the two men and asked, "Are you really not going to stop?"

"You brat, you don't listen to your master anymore?"

Qingyi was very unhappy. She had finally broken through to a higher realm and was now ready to test her skills. She would not give up.

Seeing this, Ji Wuchen remained silent, but his aura began to rise, showing no sign of stopping.

"This is the northern frontier. So what if he's a sage? It's not your place to run wild here!"

Chen Futu snorted, and the next second a saintly pressure erupted completely, that aura overwhelmed the destructive aura of Qingyi who had just broken through, and Ji Wuchen's aura.

Then I saw Diao Chan gracefully descend, bringing with her the radiance of the anime world, like a true immortal descending to the mortal realm.

"A sage, yet another sage!"

"My God! So that fairy maiden of the mortal world, the king's songstress, is actually a Saint Realm expert!"

Qingyi and Ji Wuchen stared in astonishment at Diaochan, who was as beautiful as a celestial being, their breaths almost frozen.

Diao Chan landed beside Chen Futu, her eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Dragon City belongs to the King. Do you want to die for disobeying the King's will?"

Diao Chan's aloof words silenced the entire room.

Tianjizi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "A sage? There really is a sage in the Northern Frontier..."

Diao Chan may seem gentle and mild-mannered, but her words are incredibly domineering. She dares to speak arrogantly in front of two saints. Just how strong is she?

As the crowd looked at the three saints, they felt more excitement than fear.

In an era where no sages emerge, three have suddenly appeared; this trip has truly been worthwhile.

The man in green said angrily, "No wonder I felt a presence scanning me. It was you. You're only at the early stage of the Saint Realm. How could I be afraid of you? That old guy is no match for me. I'll just use you to practice my skills."

The man in green made a sudden move.

Diao Chan said indifferently, "Grand Preceptor, how could you, a newly enlightened saint, be my match?"

There was no suspense in this battle.

Qingyi's destructive sword technique was very strong, and her killing power was extremely powerful. Unfortunately, she had just broken through to the next realm and her cultivation was unstable. She couldn't even touch Diaochan's clothes. Instead, Diaochan stared at her closely, and her movements became strangely slow.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm no match for you now."

The man in green reluctantly sheathed his sword.

Diao Chan finally stopped, then looked at the stunned Ji Wuchen, "What do you say, you want to spar with me?"

"I can't beat you."

Ji Wuchen also put away the Jinghong Sword.

Diao Chan's strength far surpasses his. Although he is only at the initial stage of cultivation, the difference in cultivation techniques and talents can lead to a significant gap in their levels.

Perhaps Qingyi might have a chance to meet Diaochan in the future, but Ji Wuchen has no chance.

"That's pretty much it."

Diao Chan, having shed her previous aloof and domineering demeanor, smiled and retreated to Chen Futu's side, taking his arm and transforming into an innocent and harmless figure, leaving everyone speechless.

"So, do you all understand what I'm saying?"

Chen Futu frowned and asked again.

The man in green shrugged. "You can do whatever you want, kid. I can't control you anymore."

Ji Wuchen hesitated for a moment, then said, "If Your Majesty can spare my young master's life, I will serve Your Majesty with my crippled body."

“He’s just a spoiled brat, how can he compare to a saint like you?”

To allay Ji Wuchen's concerns, Chen Futu tossed him a bottle of white medicine, saying, "This is the best wound medicine in the world. Although it cannot regenerate flesh and blood, it is enough to save his life. From now on, you can live in Baiyujing or Tianji Tower."

Ji Wuchen took the medicine and helped Zhang Fan apply it with complicated emotions. Zhang Fan shouted, "How could you betray the family and my grandfather! Kill Qingyi right now! She's the one who made me like this!"

"Young Master, calm down. At least you're still alive."

"Shut up! Ji Wuchen, you're a coward! What Sword Saint? Bah!"

Zhang Fan screamed wildly, even knocking over a medicine bottle with his severed arm.

Ji Wuchen was speechless, and finally sighed, "I often warned you not to bully the good, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what has happened to you. Who can you blame?"

"Fine, now you dare to criticize me! My grandfather saved your life, and if you want to leave, you should pay him back!"

Zhang Fan was still shouting.

With a thud, Zhang Fan stopped moving. A small hole appeared between his eyebrows, and blood was gushing out.

This scene terrified the powerful figures present, sending chills down their spines.

Zhang Fan, is he dead?

Ji Wuchen stood there, stunned, and turned around in disbelief.

Chen Futu, holding the still-smoking Soul Hunter, said disdainfully, "Damn it, so noisy! Ji Wuchen, you're supposed to be a Sword Saint, why are you hesitating like a woman! Why not just kill this scum?"