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

"Hehe, you can't escape now—Little White is going to beat you to death."

Little White raised its silly face, locked onto the old palace master who had fled high in the sky, then bit into a chicken leg and bent its small body.

Boom!

She launched herself forward, shattering the ground, and rose into the air like a fiery red ray of light, illuminating the dim sky.

"No!"

The old temple master was terrified and screamed in horror.

Unfortunately, it was too late. To everyone's disbelief, Xiaobai punched through the old temple master's body, then she braked suddenly in mid-air, turned around and kicked him off a hundred meters in the air.

With a deafening roar, the old temple master crashed down at Chen Futu's feet, kicking up a cloud of dust. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the man was already dead, his body mangled beyond recognition. That single kick had deformed the corpse.

Monster, monster!

Many martial arts practitioners felt their scalps tingle, and the more timid ones even collapsed to the ground, their crotches soaked with sweat.

With another loud thud, Little White landed roughly, waving its chicken leg as it hopped back to Chen Futu's side, tilting its head back and asking foolishly, "Big brother, isn't Silly Auntie amazing?"

"Amazing, my Xiaobai is the best."

Chen Futu smiled and patted her head. She happily spun around, "Yay! Big brother praised Silly Girl!"

This seemingly harmonious scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

They finally understood why the Northern Frontier King didn't take the Asura Palace seriously. With this little monster around, what could happen if the entire Ancient Palace attacked together, let alone the Asura Palace? Could they withstand a single punch from her?

To kill an old saint with a few punches and casually smash an ordinary saint—who else in history could achieve such a feat?

However, the battle was not over yet, as hundreds of powerful members of the Asura Palace remained, terrified.

Chen Futu led Xiaobai by the hand and walked up to them. "Surrender or die, choose one."

A group of powerful individuals were filled with unease and dared not speak.

The Lord of the Asura Palace still stood there, clinging to life. He cried out in despair, "Who dares betray the Ancient Palace? Kill them all! Kill—"

This was a desperate lament; he was unwilling to die like this.

Chen Futu ignored him and said again, "I see that your cultivation is not easy. If you surrender, you can settle down in the northern border. Why waste your lives for the sake of the ancient temple?"

A powerful figure stepped forward despite his fear, saying, "Your Majesty, it is not that we are unwilling, but we have been poisoned by a Gu curse. If we leave the ancient palace, we will surely die."

"Don't worry, there is a divine doctor in the Northern Frontier. As long as you surrender, I will remove the Gu poison from you."

Chen Futu made his stance clear, and the crowd exchanged glances and knelt down in unison, saying, "We are willing to surrender."

Faced with overwhelming power, the ancient temple's deterrent effect proved insufficient for the first time.

The Lord of the Asura Palace's eyes widened in fury, "How dare you!"

"Noisy."

Chen Futu swung his sword, and his head fell to the ground with a thud. The world finally fell silent.

Unfortunately, not all the powerful figures of the Asura Palace surrendered; at least half of them remained standing there, refusing to yield.

Chen Futu waved his hand, and the group of surrendered experts left the scene. The remaining people angrily shouted, "Chen Futu, do you really think you can compete with the Ancient Palace with this little bit of strength? I advise you not to make a mistake!"

"I'm too lazy to waste words with dead people. Little White, kill them."

"Okay, big brother."

Xiao Bai blew on his little fist and threw a punch in front of everyone. A terrifying wave of energy swept out, changing the landscape. Everyone in the path was instantly torn to pieces. When the screams and dust dissipated, only a pile of mangled bodies remained in the shattered area, and blood gathered into a stream.

This punch was even more terrifying than tearing apart a saint with his bare hands earlier; it crushed everyone with sheer domineering qi.

Such methods were beyond everyone's comprehension; they were unimaginable forces. Even the saints present did not know how to describe that punch. If they had to give an evaluation, they could only say that it was beyond human capability.

The battle ended there, with the Shura Palace completely destroyed, leaving the world deeply shocked and with a profound sense of awe.

The martial arts practitioners present reached a rare consensus in their hearts: the Northern Frontier must not be humiliated!

The King of the Northern Frontier is the ruler of the world and the future master of the empire. The course of events is already set, unless someone can withstand that little girl's fist.

After dealing with the remnants of the Asura Hall, Chen Futu returned to the camp hand in hand with Xiaobai.

Tai Zhennan and the fat old man stared at the silly girl in fear, not daring to breathe.

If Xiao Bai can tear the Lord of the Asura Palace apart with his bare hands, he can tear them apart with his bare hands too. Who dares to act recklessly!

Therefore, the arrogant saint lowered his proud head before Chen Futu and devoutly called him "King of the Northern Frontier".

Chen Futu knew they were afraid, and said calmly, "Now that today's matter is settled, if you wish to discuss this further, you may return to Dragon City with me."

"I will obey."

Xiao Bai is the personal bodyguard of the Northern Frontier King. Her combat strength is the same as the Northern Frontier King's combat strength. Whatever the Northern Frontier King says goes, and no one dares to disobey.

The returning group grew even larger, and Qin Liangyu and Chen Yuling also returned to the city.

This victory established their authority, and no one dared to invade the territory of the Great Qian Dynasty again, so they no longer needed to guard it.

As for Liu Bainian, he had already fled when the situation in the Shura Hall became unfavorable. Chen Futu did not kill him. As the saying goes, it's better to keep the useless Shangguan of Daqian alive than to kill him.

The carriages moved in a grand procession. Chen Futu sat inside, resting with his eyes closed, while Xiao Bai lay on his lap, fast asleep, looking completely harmless.

The woman in green asked in a low voice, "Tell the truth, where did this little girl come from?"

Chen Futu smiled and said, "I told you, it was just a chance encounter. She has superhuman strength."

"Who was born with superhuman strength to tear a saint apart with their bare hands? You're not being honest, kid."

Qingyi pursed her lips, but she really liked Xiaobai and was thinking about how to take Xiaobai away from Chen Futu and play with her for a couple of days.

Chen Futu said irritably, "Don't even think about it. She's very troublesome. If you upset her, you won't be able to handle it."

"If you can't bear to part with it, just say so; you're just making excuses."

Qingyi stopped insisting. At least with Xiaobai by her side, the safety of the Northern Frontier King was no longer a problem.

Diao Chan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you kept this from us for so long. If we had known that Xiao Bai was so powerful, why would we have needed to take action?"

"Xiao Bai had no choice but to take action. I would prefer that you spar with opponents of similar strength so that you can improve your skills further."

In fact, the overall strength of the military group in the northern frontier has improved by at least one level in this great battle. As genius generals summoned by the system, what they lack is the opportunity to hone their skills. As long as they fight frequently, becoming a saint is not out of reach.

With Sun Simiao now in charge of the royal court, Chen Futu plans to organize more martial arts tournaments, letting them fight each other. As long as no one is killed, Sun Simiao can save them.

"By the way, it seems that Tai Zhennan has a favor to ask of the venerable physician Sun. Your Majesty, will you grant it?"

Diao Chan asked the crucial question.

Chen Futu snorted, "They want me to help them without shedding some blood? Don't even think about it."

There are still several months until the grain harvest, and the most scarce resource in northern Xinjiang is grain. We should take advantage of this opportunity to raid Shouyang Mountain.

When the carriage returned to Dragon City, the first thing Chen Futu did was to hang all the corpses of the Asura Hall on the city gate tower for public display, including the corpses of six saints.

Countless onlookers gathered, and the details of the battle quickly spread.