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

The Wang Zhaojun summoned by the system was like an ice and snow elf. She just stood there, and frost and snow swirled around her. Her eyebrows and eyes carried an icy and cold aura, as if she possessed the abilities of a wildly popular game from the original world.

"A Martial Venerable expert? How could that be!"

King Yin was incredulous and even more unable to accept that there was a supreme expert secretly protecting Chen Futu. According to his plan, Zhang Sanfeng and Xiaobai should be the strongest fighting force of the Great Xia Dynasty. After all, the entire foundation of the Brahma Tower had been revealed. No matter how powerful a dynasty was, it could not be stronger than a major power.

"What a nice view."

"Yes, and with such strength, he forced back Yin Tianwang, who had just entered the puppet-making stage, with a single arrow. Where does the Great Xia Dynasty get its foundation?"

King Yin couldn't understand it, nor could King Peacock and the other powerful figures present.

Wang Zhaojun gave them an extremely terrifying feeling, surpassing even the current King Yin.

Normally, when a country is first established, it can only recruit some talented people who are out of office. But the strength that Great Xia has shown is terrifying.

"Emperor Wu, are you well?"

Wang Zhaojun held a deep blue bow and crossbow, her beautiful eyes filled with worry beneath her swaying blue hair.

Chen Futu shook his head and hugged the agonizing Ge Fei even tighter. "Go, kill King Yin."

"Here."

Wang Zhaojun nodded, her icy gaze locking onto him once more. "By the decree of the Emperor, you are granted reincarnation."

"It's up to you!"

Knowing there was no way out, King Yin charged towards Wang Zhaojun without regard for the consequences.

Wang Zhaojun simply smiled, and with a wave of her hand, the blue crossbow vanished, and an Ice Soul Staff appeared beside her. The staff, carrying a misty, icy aura, was swung up and struck.

With a thud, King Yin was struck by the staff and staggered, his legs then frozen to the ground.

There's no escaping it now.

Wang Zhaojun's ice staff shot out, and King Yin had no time to dodge. He tried to block it with his fist, but his fist was deflected by the cold air, and the ice staff instantly pierced his heart, pinning him to the frost-covered earth.

As the icy storm spread, the onlookers were terrified and gasped in shock.

It was done in a second!

Just moments ago, King Yin was all-powerful, but now he was instantly defeated by someone of the same level.

"You can't kill me, so let's die together!"

King Yin struggled fiercely, his eyes bulging with rage, still trying to unleash his vast true energy to self-destruct.

Unfortunately, the ice essence penetrated deep into his internal organs, freezing his body. Even though he was already a puppet, it was useless. Wang Zhaojun's frost-slowing effect was beyond imagination. He couldn't even lift a finger, let alone self-destruct. Moreover, as time went by, white frost gradually climbed onto his face, making him look more and more ferocious and ugly.

Seeing this, Chen Futu put Ge Fei, who had taken the medicine, aside, and then carried the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow step by step to King Yin. "If you have no other trump cards, you can go on your way."

"Chen Futu! You will regret destroying my Brahma Tower!"

King Yin howled in agony, his flesh cracking from the frost as he struggled.

Chen Futu said, "If you beat the young ones, the old ones will come; if you beat the old ones, even older ones may appear. But I don't care what power the Brahma Tower is affiliated with; the Brahma Tower will be destroyed today."

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled at all!"

King Yin roared in despair. He regretted it. Why did he provoke the Great Xia? He had ended up attracting such a killing god!

Chen Futu, sword in hand, surveyed the crowd watching from afar. "Today, in front of everyone, I will execute those bandits who dared to seize the Central Plains. Do any of you have any objections?"

"Ah this..."

"If King Yin dies, the impact will likely be significant."

Everyone whispered.

Seeing this, Wang Zhaojun tapped the ground with her Ice Soul Staff and let out a cold sound. In an instant, endless cold air spread out from her, and everyone felt a chill and dared not speak.

Chen Futu said disdainfully, "Since no one has any objections, then kill them."

Having said that, he slashed down with his sword.

Thus, a Martial Venerable was pierced through the throat. As the filthy blood stained the frosty ground, the battlefield fell into deathly silence. Everyone was filled with fear and trepidation, including the Peacock King, who had long anticipated the outcome, and whose face was filled with apprehension.

King Yin has truly fallen!

He did not die in the struggle between major powers, but perished at the hands of a newly established monarch of the Central Plains dynasty, simply because he dared to try to seize control of the Central Plains, and so rashly led the Brahma Tower toward destruction.

With a single stroke of his sword, Chen Futu severed Yin Tianwang's head, gripping the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) severed head in his hand and surveying the crowd. "From this day forward, the Brahma Tower belongs entirely to the Great Xia. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

"I object!"

The leader of a powerful force stepped forward; he was a mid-stage Martial Emperor and wanted to incite everyone to rebel.

Chen Futu glanced at him indifferently, and the next second an Ice Soul Staff descended from the sky, shattering his skull with a soft thud and piercing his body. Before he could even scream, his body froze in the terrified gazes of the crowd, and finally exploded with a crack, leaving behind a shocking pile of frozen flesh and blood on the ground.

Chen Futu smiled brightly, "Who agrees, who disagrees?"

Wang Zhaojun's deep blue eyes swept over everyone, including the Peacock King and the man in black robes, all under her intimidating gaze.

This time, no one dared to stand up; they just cursed inwardly, thinking how domineering this master and servant were!

This is a blatant disregard for the ancient Peacock Kingdom. You must know that this is the Western Regions, not the Central Plains, yet Chen Futu is still so arrogant.

"If no one objects, that's good. We'll hold a celebration banquet later, and I hope everyone will attend. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Your Majesty, the outcome is still uncertain, why are you in such a hurry?"

The man in black spoke, referring to the battle between Zhang Sanfeng and Xiaobai. Even though Yin Tianwang was dead, the strongest member of Fanlou was still there, so Fanlou would not perish.

Chen Futu nodded with interest, then looked at the battlefield in the distance and shouted, "Old Zhang, don't waste any more time, just kill them!"

Zhang Sanfeng, who was engaged in fierce combat with the old monk, pulled away from him upon hearing this. The old monk discovered that King Yin was dead, his head held in Chen Futu's hand. He was momentarily shocked and uncertain. "Amitabha, His Majesty the Holy Emperor has committed too many sins. Entering my Buddhist sect can bring good fortune."

The dark light in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes intensified. "It was quite interesting to spar with you, Master. I had hoped to exchange a few more moves with you, but His Majesty couldn't wait. This humble Taoist will now send you to the embrace of Buddha."

"What do you mean, benefactor?" The old monk suddenly had a bad feeling.

Zhang Sanfeng's fingertips brushed over the Zhenwu Sword, which silently flew behind him. "I wasted some time with you just now to verify the martial arts techniques of this world. Now that I understand them, you can die, great monk."

“Benefactor, you are far too arrogant.”

The old monk hurriedly made a hand seal, and golden light from the Buddha appeared around his body, protecting him.

"Arrogant? Heh, the day my disciple left, I deeply despised you hypocritical scoundrels. The Purifying Yin-Yang Technique was created to kill you. It should cleanse the world of its filth and grant you rebirth." With that, Zhang Sanfeng struck down with his palm.