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

Seeing that Bai Chen was about to kill Yu Wang with one palm, Xuan Yuanrong immediately signaled him to stop. She was actually unwilling to be Chen Futu's executioner for nothing and bear the infamy. Let's see how Peacock King will choose.

At this moment, King Yu was carried away and ignored everything else, continuing to shout loudly, "The people of the Western Regions are all iron-willed and tough men who have fought on horseback! The people of the Central Plains want to be our masters and enslave the sons of our ancient kingdom, how can we allow this tyrant to have his way!"

To be honest, Yu Wang's shouts were extremely seductive. Many of the leaders present changed their expressions repeatedly, and clenched and unclenched their fists.

They feared the military might of the Central Plains, but the Central Plains' attempt to enslave the ancient kingdom crossed their bottom line. Moreover, now that someone was taking the lead, a leader finally stood up and declared, "We, the Eight Tribes of Chaer, disagree!"

"Our Crescent Moon Division also disagrees!"

Wow!

At least a third of the leaders present stood up, all glaring angrily at the Peacock King.

Shi Huolong kept his head down in the corner like a quail. He was just a steward; he couldn't make the decision. He should have known better than to come.

The Peacock King scanned everyone present and said gloomily, "Who else is there? Step forward."

He was determined to complete the task assigned by his master, even if it meant killing a group of leaders.

"You tyrant! Today, we will unite to depose you and install a new ruler!"

Seeing the large crowd, King Yu became bolder and actually threatened to depose the emperor.

The Peacock King laughed loudly, "Good, the traitors have all jumped out. Today I will carry out a great purge and send you all to accompany your Brahma Tower Master!"

With a single sentence, he labeled all the leaders who had stood up before him as accomplices of the Brahma.

The leaders were all furious and cursed Hun Hun.

Chen Futu frowned in the side hall and transmitted his voice to the Holy Maiden, "What are you still standing there for? Are you backing out at the last minute and don't want to bear a bad reputation?"

The saintess's expression stiffened. She did indeed have this idea, but the initiative was in Chen Futu's hands, and she had no choice but to look at Bai Chen.

The latter immediately stepped forward from his seat, declaring, "I am the Right Deputy Commander of the Desert Sea. Today, I invite you all to your deaths!"

"Traitor of the Desert, how dare you!"

The Feather King unleashed his power, reaching the mid-stage of Martial Emperor. The leaders present also went all out, with at least eight Martial Emperors and more than twenty Martial Kings.

"You old geezer, you'll see if I dare!"

Bai Chen raised his hand, and the aura unique to Martial Venerable pressed down.

"Please, senior, take action and stop the traitors of the desert!"

The Feather King shouted, and an aura no weaker than Bai Chen appeared in the hall. "Amitabha, well done, well done."

The newcomer was an old monk, with a kind and benevolent face, just like the Dharma Master who had been killed earlier.

With his appearance, the saintess's eyes narrowed, "Brahma Temple!"

The newcomers were from the Western Regions outside the ancient kingdom, and had a very close relationship with the Buddhist temple of Brahma Tower. All the members of this force were monks, but they always kept a low profile, similar to Tianyang Academy, which did not concern itself with worldly affairs. Unexpectedly, after the destruction of Brahma Tower, a senior monk emerged from among them.

The Feather King arrogantly said, "What, you tyrant? What else do you have to say?"

Chen Futu stared at the monk from next door and suddenly remembered what King Yin had said before he died. It turned out that there really was someone backing the Brahma Tower. Perhaps the monk in the Brahma Tower who could make puppets was sent by the Brahma Sound Temple.

Zhang Sanfeng whispered, "Should I perform a ritual to help him pass on to the afterlife?"

"Let's take a look first and then talk."

Chen Futu wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, what happened tonight was already a done deal, and it wouldn't matter if someone tried to stop him.

The monk gave his name, Fabei.

"I came here to collect my junior brother's body, but I never expected to encounter such a thing."

“Master, what the ancient kingdom does is none of the business of the Brahma Temple. Please do not overstep your bounds.” The Peacock King pressed down on his longsword.

“Your Majesty is greatly mistaken. The ancient kingdom represents the face of the Western Regions. How can it be enslaved by the Central Plains? If you insist on submitting to the Central Plains and giving the Central Plains dynasty the opportunity to take over the Western Regions, this humble monk will not sit idly by, and the Brahma Temple will not stand idly by.”

Threat, naked threat.

Chen Futu found it amusing; anyone who said these bald monks were eccentric was simply an idiot.

The arrival of the Brahma Temple is perfectly timed. Now that the Brahma Tower has been destroyed and power is vacant, the Brahma Temple can take this opportunity to fill the power vacuum and once again usurp the Peacock Kingdom.

It all boils down to scheming. With their support, King Yin is bound to die sooner or later, given his character. When that happens, the monks planted in the Brahma Tower will also be killed, allowing them to enter the ancient kingdom legitimately. Perhaps they are plotting the same scheme as those in the Sand Sea, trying to bind themselves to the fate of the nation.

The saintess considered these thoughts and glanced sideways at Fabei with a melancholy look, "Does the Brahma Sound Temple intend to be an enemy of my Sand Sea?"

“Your Highness, this humble monk dares not. This humble monk merely respects the Buddha’s summons to enter the ancient kingdom.”

"shit."

The saintess swore, drawing stares from the crowd.

So even fairies can swear.

Little did she know, the Holy Maiden had always disliked monks who spouted benevolence and morality. The last time she stepped in to take the Dharma King away from Chen Futu, it was to obtain some information. If Sha Haiteng hadn't intervened, she would have killed those bald monks long ago.

"Monk, do you think I'm afraid of you? Come and fight me and you'll see!"

Bai Chen was too lazy to waste time, so he called Fa Bei to go out and do something.

Fabei smiled slightly, "If you wish to spar, my junior brother would be perfect."

Then another old monk arrived, also a powerful Martial Venerable.

The saintess's expression changed drastically. "Bald monk, so you've been waiting for an opportunity to enter the ancient kingdom all along!"

"This humble monk, Fayuan, pays his respects to Your Highness, Holy Maiden. If Your Highness wishes to exchange blows, perhaps this humble monk could accompany your commander for a few moves."

The new monk was so cheeky, it made you want to punch him in the face.

Even a fool would know that the Brahma Temple wouldn't have sent just one Martial Venerable this time.

In the current situation inside the hall, the Feather King has the upper hand. He arrogantly looks at the Peacock King and says, "You tyrant, you are unworthy of your position, get down here now!"

With a whoosh, several more leaders stood up.

Given the current situation, they felt that Peacock King had no chance and it was time to choose sides. Shi Huolong, however, kept his head down and remained silent, pretending to be asleep.

The imperial guards and the emperor outside the palace looked fearful. How could they possibly fight this? They were completely outmatched!

The Peacock King, however, remained unfazed and calmly asked the two senior monks, "Does the Brahma Temple also intend to force me to abdicate?"

“Amitabha, Your Majesty has a karmic connection with the Buddha. Why not come to the Brahma Temple to be ordained as a monk and spend your days with the lamp in the dark?”

As soon as Fa Bei finished speaking, the imperial dragon aura suddenly swept through the Eastern King's Palace, carrying with it a vast amount of true essence. This caused everyone present to change their expressions and turn around. They saw Chen Futu and Zhang Sanfeng suddenly appear outside the palace as if they had teleported, bringing with them endless gales that intimidated the entire palace.

"Bald monk, how dare you speak so arrogantly! Convincing the Peacock King is not your skill; why don't you try to convert me instead?"

Chen Futu's arrival brought a sigh of relief to the Holy Maiden. Shi Huolong, who had been keeping his head down, instinctively looked up upon hearing the familiar voice. Seeing that arrogant face, he froze on the spot, stammering, "Young...Young Hero..."