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

"System, the title of Nioh is activated."

[Unlocking the title of Benevolent King, below the level of a Saint, increases the overall combat power.]

As soon as the system notification sounded, the disciples of the three major forces, who had been fighting fiercely, were suddenly filled with power, the gap between them and their opponents was bridged, and the battle situation quietly stabilized.

"What happened?"

"Their strength has increased dramatically, it's outrageous!"

"Yes, I thought the disciples of the three major powers in the Northern Frontier were going to be wiped out!"

People in the martial arts world cried out in surprise, and even the old man from Tianyang Academy showed a look of astonishment, "What kind of method is this? It's simply unpredictable."

The Lord of the Asura Palace had not yet made a move. Seeing that the lower-level disciples of the Northern Frontier were blocking the way, he became somewhat annoyed. "Chen Futu, I do not know what method you used to enhance their strength, but to think that they can stop the Asura Palace with just these is wishful thinking!"

Chen Futu sneered, "So what? What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Or do you want to test your skills against me?"

"You are not worthy of my personal intervention."

After speaking, Shura Hall looked at the group of powerful figures engaged in fierce battle, "No need to hold back anymore, quickly resolve this battle!"

At his command, the powerful figures of the Asura Palace swallowed unknown pills, and their strength suddenly increased again. Their auras became sinister and violent, and their attacks became increasingly frenzied.

In this way, the boost that Chen Futu gained from the title of Benevolent King was negated, and everyone was plunged into a fierce battle once again.

"Xiao Hong, it's your turn."

Chen Futu's face was gloomy as he spoke in a low voice.

The next second, a woman in a black and red robe, wearing a ghost mask and carrying a scythe, entered the scene fiercely. She wielded the scythe like a grim reaper, and wherever she went, the powerful members of the Asura Hall died one after another. Some were even cut in half by the scythe. The scene was too brutal and terrifying.

"And who is that!"

"So powerful! He's actually a top-tier Grandmaster!"

Everyone gasped in surprise.

Galan's strength far surpassed that of ordinary Grandmasters, and her personality was extremely obsessive; she always aimed for vital points. Before anyone could react, she had taken down three Grandmasters in one fell swoop. Finally, the Lord of the Asura Palace, enraged, managed to repel her from a distance. He couldn't see Galan's true face, but he was very familiar with the scythe and her aura, and he roared, "So it was you! Does your father know you've become a traitor?!"

Garan replied quietly, "I know nothing about Garan; I am my master's servant."

"I will settle this score with the Temple of Slaughter sooner or later!"

"You? You should get back to the ancient temple safely first."

"You brat, you're asking for death! Kill her!"

Enraged, the Lord of the Asura Palace gave the order, and many powerful figures present abandoned their opponents and rushed towards Garan.

Chen Futu narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to fire a few bursts of bullets.

Bang bang bang!

On the spot, a Grandmaster was caught off guard and shot in the head. Other Grandmasters were even more unable to withstand the bullets, and seven or eight of them fell to the ground, their blood staining the ground.

"Did I agree to those who try to harm me?"

Chen Futu, the Soul Hunter, swayed with a mischievous grin.

The onlookers were stunned. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed that the Northern Frontier King had killed a Grandmaster with that little thing!

"What on earth is this thing, with such immense power?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before."

People in this world have no idea what science or firearms are. The attack just now seemed like magic to them, instantly taking down a large number of people. It was simply unbelievable.

"This is so much fun! Even a newbie wants to play!"

Silly Girl clapped her hands happily as she stared at the Soul Hunter.

As he spoke, the Lord of the Asura Palace looked in a certain direction and gritted his teeth, saying, "Elders of Nanming, aren't you going to make a move yet!"

"Lord Asura, don't be so angry, we're here."

Laughter filled the air as two more saints entered the arena—one fat and one thin, two old men.

Upon seeing this, Garan instinctively hid behind Chen Futu, thinking to himself, "Master, they must have been sent by my father to take me away."

"So it was a guardian elder from the Temple of the God of Slaughter."

Chen Futu felt a little troubled. He had originally planned to continue hiding Xiaobai and let the soldiers hone their skills, but now he had no choice. No one else could stop these two saints.

"I suspect she is Garan. You should be able to recognize her, right?" the Lord of the Asura Palace said unhappily.

The old man looked at the bowed-headed Galan with surprise, "It really is Miss."

"You've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not him."

Galan deliberately shook his head in a hoarse voice to deny it.

She had taken the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, so she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. Moreover, Chen Futu couldn't die, otherwise she would be doomed too.

“Miss, are you being controlled by that boy? Don’t be afraid, the two of us will capture him and make him hand over the antidote.”

The two elders of the Southern Ming Dynasty were quite clever; they saw through the deception at a glance.

Garan brandished his scythe and stood in front of Chen Futu, shouting, "Do you dare to lay a hand on me?"

"Miss, we are here on orders to take you away."

"Get out of here!"

"In that case, we two will have to offend you."

The two elders of the Southern Ming Dynasty said no more and joined forces to make arrests, one targeting the temple and the other targeting the Buddhist monk Chen Futu.

When the sage attacked, Chen Futu remained calm and unhurried, raising his hand to fire another burst of bullets.

The skinny old man caught the bullet with a wave of his hand, then groaned as he was forced back. His palm was pierced, and the bone was exposed.

He exclaimed in shock and anger, "What kind of weapon is that?!"

Chen Futu blew away the blue smoke emanating from the Soul Hunter and sneered, "Of course it's a good thing. You old codger dared to catch a bullet with your bare hands without using any protective qi. Should we say you're ignorant, or just incredibly stupid?"

"court death!"

The skinny old man was furious and unleashed his protective aura to close in and attack.

The fat old man who had just grabbed Garan shouted, "Old Yu, be careful! That kid's strange! Don't let yourself get caught off guard!"

"Rest assured, all those below the level of a sage are but ants. Watch as I capture the King of the Northern Frontier alive!"

The skinny old man shouted and arrived in front of Chen Futu. Everyone stared at this scene in astonishment. Although it was unexpected that the Northern Frontier King could injure a Saint, his strength was not enough to fight against a Saint. Is this the end?

The old man from the academy frowned, looking eager to make a move. But seeing Chen Futu standing there expressionless, he hesitated again. "This kid, does he perhaps have another trump card up his sleeve?"

On the other side, Diao Chan and A Ke witnessed this scene amidst the fierce battle, and their hearts pounded with fear.

"Your Majesty!"

"Ah Man!"

"Get out of the way—"

"Hahaha, kid, it's over!"

The skinny old man was already close, and it was too late for Ake and the others to help.

Just when everyone thought Chen Futu was about to be captured alive, an extremely sharp aura suddenly erupted from Chen Futu.

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique—"

hum!

A dazzling white light burst forth from the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, the sword almost illuminating the dim sky, and like a cloud of rosy light falling upon the world.

To everyone's disbelief, the thin old man's neck began to tear downwards. Until the moment his flesh and bone separated, he was still looking down blankly at the situation. The flesh and blood from his shoulder to his waist and abdomen quietly slid off, and his whole body was split in two.