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

The Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique is terrifying!

"Old Yu!"

The fat old man watched helplessly as his old friend was cleaved in two by Chen Futu's sword, then let out a miserable scream, his eyes wide with rage.

Chen Futu, carrying the blood-stained dragon-and-bird, calmly faced the saint who had been divided in two.

At this moment, the fighting stopped, and the world became quiet.

Not only did the spectators collectively crash, but even all the powerful figures on their own side and in the Asura Hall were stunned.

What did they just see?

Did the King of the Northern Frontier cleave the Saint in two with a single sword strike?

What kind of mental cultivation technique is it, and why is it so powerful!

With a thud, the skinny old man crashed down in front of Chen Futu, his head and the remaining half of his body groaning and struggling, "No, no—"

He is still alive, but his condition is worse than death.

The body was cut almost vertically downwards from the side of the neck.

"Uncle Yu!"

Galan also screamed, her eyes, hidden behind her mask, were blood red.

Chen Futu glanced at her and said, "So, you get angry when someone close to you is hurt. What's the point?"

After saying that, Chen Futu stepped on the skinny old man's head and crushed it on the ground.

"do not want!"

Galan knelt down with a thud. "Master, I beg you, please don't kill Uncle Yu!"

"Hmph, I gave you your life, what right do you have to say that?"

Chen Futu did not actually make a move, because his strength had been completely drained, and it was extremely difficult for him to remain calm at this moment.

"King of the Northern Frontier, how dare you!"

Seeing his old friend's fate, the fat old man trembled with rage, his saintly aura pressing down on him, threatening to explode at any moment.

Diao Chan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Wuchen asked Qingyi in astonishment, "The King is actually so powerful."

Qingyi was speechless. She knew that her precious boy was a bit strange, but he shouldn't have the means to defy the heavens and defeat saints.

This has truly broadened her horizons!

The Lord of the Asura Palace spoke with apprehension, "Chen Futu, you are audacious! You have offended the Asura Palace and still dare to attack the God of Slaughter Palace. Do you want your country to be destroyed?"

"Destroy a country? You?"

Chen Futu casually recalled the dragon sparrow, "If this is all the strength the Asura Palace has, then you shouldn't go back."

"Arrogant brat, a saint cannot be insulted!" The Lord of the Asura Palace looked at the fat old man. "This kid is quite strange. How about we join forces and kill him?"

"Can't!"

Garan clung tightly to the fat old man's clothes and quickly explained the situation telepathically.

Upon hearing that the young lady had taken the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, the fat old man gasped in shock. "So that's how it is! This damned little beast, isn't he afraid that the Palace Master will skin him alive?"

"So don't make a move. Let's check on Uncle Yu's condition first. Perhaps if we beg the King of Northern Frontier, Uncle Yu might still have a chance to live."

Such severe injuries are beyond the help of anyone else, but the Northern Frontier King possesses a wealth of valuable items, suggesting he has a special foundation. This is his only chance.

Of all the members of the God of Slaughter Temple, the two elders of Nanming were the ones she was closest to, and she didn't want to see one of her uncles perish.

The fat old man hesitated for a moment, then said to Chen Futu, "If you can spare Lao Yu and save his life, I can owe you a favor on behalf of the Lord of the God of Slaughter Temple, is that alright?"

"Do you know what you're saying?! Does your Temple of Slaughter intend to collectively betray the Ancient Temple?!"

Before Chen Futu could answer, the Lord of the Asura Palace angrily rebuked him.

The fat old man gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care about all that. Old Yu's life is more important than your Asura Hall!"

"you!"

"King of the Northern Frontier, what do you have to say?"

The fat old man impatiently interrupted the Lord of the Asura Palace.

Chen Futu did not answer immediately, but looked at Garan's pleading eyes.

Ding!

[An opportunity to communicate with the Temple of Slaughter has been detected. Please make a choice.]

Sure enough, the system appeared.

[1. Choose to kill the saint beneath your feet and fight the Temple of Slaughter to the death. Reward: 10 Maxim machine guns with 100,000 rounds of ammunition]

[2. Choose to release the saint beneath your feet, but do not attempt to heal him. Reward: a unique skill, "Lingxi Finger"]

[3. Choose to release and heal the sage at your feet, and you will be rewarded with the medical sage Sun Simiao.]

The Spiritual Finger can catch anything, similar to catching a blade barehanded, but it is limited by cultivation level. At present, one can only catch three attacks from a Saint.

Sun Simiao, the Sage of Medicine, is a saint blessed by the martial arts plane. He has no combat power, but he is skilled in medicine and poison. He has incredible medical skills and can save the life of even people who are on their last breath.

"The Maxim heavy machine gun is a good thing. If it were brought to the battlefield, it would definitely be able to kill indiscriminately. However, given the current military strength of the northern border, it is also capable of killing indiscriminately, so there is no need for it."

As for the Spirit Rhinoceros Finger, it is Lu Xiaofeng's signature move, but unfortunately, it cannot catch a blade with bare hands 100% of the time. Moreover, with the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique available, it can only be used to show off now, making it somewhat useless.

"I choose three."

Chen Futu made his choice, not because he wanted to release the people, but because he wanted to maximize his own interests. With Sun Simiao's medical skills joining the Northern Frontier Academy, the students' medical skills would definitely soar. This would provide sufficient support for the formation of medical teams accompanying the army and the opening of clinics in the private sector. This would be a great thing for the country and the people.

[Selection successful. Given the host's current situation, Sun Simiao will immediately arrive at the battlefield.]

Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, Chen Futu withdrew his foot from the thin old man's face. Garan immediately rushed over, embracing the half-dead man and sobbing uncontrollably.

Chen Futu said disdainfully, "Now you know how to cry? Where were you before?"

Galan dared not retaliate even when she was insulted. She could kill an entire family, and others could kill her relatives and friends. It was only when this happened to her that she felt despair.

In Chen Futu's words, they are hypocrites.

The fat old man also ran over to check on his companion's injuries, then glared angrily at Chen Futu.

This injury is beyond saving; only a divine being could save it.

No matter how angry the fat old man was, there was nothing he could do. Since the young master had taken the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, he dared not make a move and could only stare helplessly.

Just then, an old figure appeared behind Chen Futu. His appearance was so sudden that none of the saints present noticed how he got there.

The man was leaning on a bamboo stick, wearing a yellowish-brown straw hat, and dressed in a slovenly manner.

Chen Futu was overjoyed, "The old immortal has arrived!"

"What does Your Majesty wish to do by summoning this old man?" Sun Simiao asked, yawning.

"Do you think this old man can still survive?" Chen Futu pointed to the half-dead man lying on the ground.

Sun Simiao glanced at it twice, "Since Your Majesty has already taken action, why try to save him?"

"Hehe, I was just testing the Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique, and I'm very satisfied with the results. As for this old man, he's more valuable alive than dead."

"In that case, I will do my best to help."

Sun Simiao waved his hand, and Jialan quickly pulled the fat old man aside to make way.

The Lord of the Asura Palace was furious. "Do you know what you're doing?"

The fat old man said with dissatisfaction, "Otherwise, do you want Old Yu to die here?"

"Fine! I will report this matter to the Vice Hall Master in detail, and you'll be in for it!"