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

The atmosphere in Red Leaf Plain was unusually noisy. Chen Futu, covered in blood, stood on his horse, his hand gripping the scythe woman's neck. The latter, however, was laughing foolishly, "King of the Northern Frontier, the feeling of having nowhere to go is not pleasant, is it?"

"So much nonsense."

Chen Futu suddenly tightened his five fingers, and the scythe woman groaned and could no longer speak, her face turning pale.

The old man said angrily, "Release the young master now!"

"You bedbug from the gutter, coming to my northern frontier to wreak havoc, and you think you can leave without paying a price? You must be dreaming."

"You dare to act so recklessly even when you're about to die?"

The old man was itching to act; if he hadn't been afraid of the young master becoming a hostage, he would have already killed him.

Chen Futu continued to confront him, secretly calling out to the system, "Make the Saint One-Day Trial Card cheaper."

[System Rejected]

"I'll name a number: 100,000 taels of silver."

[System Rejected]

Clearly, negotiating with the system was not going to work. Just as Chen Futu hesitated, the old man launched a fierce attack.

Chen Futu instinctively tried to defend himself, but was sent flying by a palm strike, along with the scythe-wielding woman he was holding, who was knocked off her horse and tumbled away.

Chen Futu tapped the ground with his sword, his blood churning, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

That was too dangerous. If it weren't for the protection of his Martial God Body and Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, he would be dead.

The woman with the scythe lay to the side and chuckled sinisterly, "Why bother? To risk your life for a bunch of lowly people, is this the overlord of the Northern Frontier?"

"Shut up."

Chen Futu struggled to his feet, the sword pressed against her neck, and said to the approaching old man, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill your young master?"

"Chen Futu, how about we make a deal? I'll let you go, and you release my young master in return. Is that alright?"

The old man was still somewhat wary. Chen Futu, even in his weakest state, survived a single blow from him, making him even more peculiar than Lu Bu.

Chen Futu rudely pulled the sickle-wielding woman in front of him, confronting the old man. "I don't believe a single word the ancient temple says. If you really want to make a deal, at least wait until I return to the Northern Frontier."

"Hehe, your Northern Frontier has a sage in charge. If I let you return to the Northern Frontier, how will you have the chance to take the young master away?"

Having said that, the old man sat down cross-legged and remained motionless.

The wind blew across the empty wilderness, and all around was quiet, with only an invisible killing intent permeating the air.

Chen Futu understood what he was trying to do. Now that they were in a stalemate, he wanted to drag it out. How long could a Northern Frontier King, whose true energy was exhausted and who was also injured, hold out? If they waited any longer, he probably wouldn't even be able to take hostages anymore.

The woman with the sickle saw through this, so she cooperated as much as possible with Chen Futu's kidnapping.

Time ticked by, and as dawn approached, Chen Futu felt a chill run through his body.

His inner energy was exhausted, and he was seriously injured; he was about to give up.

The woman with the sickle noticed Chen Futu's unusual behavior and teased, "Didn't you say you were sure you could capture me and take me back? Now you're helpless, aren't you?"

Chen Futu remained silent, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he tried to find a way to escape.

He considered suddenly firing a burst of bullets at the old man, but the opponent was a saint. Even if the Soul Hunter caught him off guard, he might not be able to kill him. If all else failed, he would have to kill the Scythe Woman and find a chance to escape.

As I pondered this, a rain quietly descended.

The three of them were soaked in the blink of an eye, and the spring thunder rumbled in the night, making the chill even deeper.

The old man suddenly raised his head. “King of the Northern Frontier, given your condition, if you two get caught in another rain, you probably won’t last long. Why not accept my suggestion? I promise not to lay a hand on you, but to take the young master away.”

Chen Futu remained silent, while the scythe-wielding woman held hostage in front of him trembled with fear.

Her injuries were more severe, and it was remarkable that she had managed to hold on until now. Without the protection of her inner energy, the rain was bitterly cold.

"You disagree?"

The old man slowly stood up.

Chen Futu forced himself to stay alert, his mind on high alert.

As the distance between the two sides drew closer, Chen Futu decisively drew his Soul Hunter and fired a burst of bullets.

As expected, the other party was on guard, suddenly dodging the bullets and appearing in front of the two men in the blink of an eye. Their eyes met, and the old man's withered face resembled that of a vengeful ghost. "Boy, die!"

"Dazzling flowers."

Before Chen Futu could be punched in the head, a sharp female voice rang out, followed by a whip flashing with pink energy that pierced through the air. The old man dodged abruptly, and the whip struck the ground, leaving a cut several meters long.

"saint!"

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he adjusted his entire body's energy to be on high alert.

The sickle woman, who was waiting to escape, was startled by this scene, while Chen Futu was overjoyed.

A graceful figure wearing a bamboo hat appeared before them, carrying a rose-colored whip. Her aura of a sacred realm was unmistakable. It was Diao Chan! She had actually come looking for them!

Then came the high-pitched neighing of warhorses from afar. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Red Hare galloping towards them and affectionately nuzzling Chen Futu's head.

Chen Futu laughed heartily and said to the annoyed old man, "It seems I've won the bet."

"So you were deliberately stalling for time, waiting for the saint to come and save you. What a despicable bastard!"

"Likewise, what else can the old man say now?"

With Diao Chan around, Chen Futu had nothing to fear anymore.

Diao Chan turned around, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness, and she touched Chen Futu's cheek with her hand, "Your Majesty, you have suffered."

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. You just happened to arrive at the right time."

"I heard about what happened at the Red Dust Ferry and was worried that Wang was in danger, so I came looking for him. Luckily, I made it in time."

As Diao Chan spoke, she looked at the numb scythe-wielding woman and slapped her across the face!

With a sharp crack, the scythe-wielding woman was caught off guard and sent flying. She lay on the ground, clutching her face, both shocked and furious. "How dare you hit me!"

"So what if I hit you? Just wait and see how I deal with you later."

"My father has never hit me in all my life!"

The woman with the sickle covered her face and screamed, but Diao Chan ignored her, put the bamboo hat on Chen Futu's head, and then held Chen Futu's face in her hands and murmured: "Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will kill that old man now, and then we will go home together."

"Young lady, do you really intend to oppose the ancient temple?"

The old man took two steps back in fear, and Diao Chan gripped her long whip and walked towards him, saying, "You have plotted to harm my king, and I will grant you death."

Diao Chan, accompanied by a pinkish-red aura reminiscent of an anime, arrived before the old man. The old man was greatly alarmed and retaliated, thus igniting a great battle.

This was a true battle between saints, and it was also the first time Chen Futu had truly witnessed Diao Chan's intervention.

Her rose-red whip had grown barbs, and with one lash, the old man was ripped open, his skin torn and bleeding. Her strength was clearly superior to his.

"You can't imagine the depth and significance of this ancient temple. It's not too late to back down now!"

The old man was kicked into the mud by Diao Chan, and covered in mud, he dodged attacks while screaming wildly.

Diao Chan coldly said, "You can't even imagine the king's methods. What is the ancient palace compared to this? One day, when the ancient palace is leveled, you will all die."

"Woman, you're incredibly arrogant!"

The old man began to fight desperately, and the battle reached its climax.