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

Chen Futu glanced at Shi Huolong but didn't reply; the occasion wasn't appropriate.

The Peacock King rose and offered the dragon throne, bowing respectfully, "Welcome, Your Majesty the Great Sage Emperor."

Chen Futu nodded, and with a sway of his body, sat on the dragon throne. Zhang Sanfeng stood to the side, holding a whisk, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. "Now that you have seen the Holy Emperor, why do you not bow?"

hum!

A phantom image of Tai Chi energy appeared in the sky, and Yu Wang and a group of powerful figures screamed and knelt down, their knees almost cracking from the pressure.

The two monks, drawn by the oppressive force, raised their hands in horror to withstand the Tai Chi Qi, staring intently at Zhang Sanfeng. "What a powerful Taoist!"

"Don't kneel down yet."

Zhang Sanfeng spoke again, this time without holding back. With a crack like thunder in the night, rolling black clouds gathered above the imperial city, and the two monks knelt down with a thud, spitting out blood swords.

Only at this moment did they realize how strong the people of the Central Plains were—they were simply unreasonable, and the old Taoist priest in front of them was definitely stronger than a Martial Venerable!

"I thought you guys were tough, but you don't look like much at all."

Chen Futu's eyes were filled with the imperial dragon energy gathered by the Peacock Ancient Kingdom. His golden pupils, combined with the imperial heavenly sound, caused everyone's eardrums to throb and made them suffer unbearably.

Fabei gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty the Great Sage Emperor, this humble monk has never offended the Heavenly Majesty, why has he been subjected to this!"

"I dislike monks. Anyone who comes before me and talks nonsense is guilty of a capital offense."

"you!"

Chen Futu's domineering and forceful manner left everyone dumbfounded.

This guy is completely unreasonable; he just wants to crush everything.

Throughout history, I have searched through countless historical records, and this is the first time I have ever seen such a domineering emperor.

Keep in mind that the two masters from Fanyin Temple were present recently. They really didn't give them any face at all. Did they think that destroying Fanlou was not enough and that they also planned to destroy Fanyin Temple?

"King Yu, do you know your crime?"

Chen Futu's downcast gaze was far more majestic and terrifying than that of the Peacock King.

King Yu was so frightened that his legs trembled violently, and he could not speak.

What is an emperor? This is what an emperor is.

The Peacock King was just a small fry; their auras were worlds apart, there was no comparison whatsoever.

"Your subject acknowledges his guilt..."

After holding back for a long time, Yu Wang finally managed to speak. Under the suppression of Zhang Sanfeng's power and the Imperial Dragon Qi, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away from him when he uttered those words.

Chen Futu nodded. "I have come here not to commit unnecessary killings. You may choose to submit or die."

"I am willing to surrender!"

"I am willing to submit! I beg the Great Sage Emperor for mercy!"

There was no reason to hesitate. They dared to rebel against the Peacock King, but not against the Great Sage Emperor. Their trembling souls constantly reminded them that the emperor before them would truly slaughter their entire race, leaving no one alive!

This emperor had a long history of crimes and no reputation to speak of.

"I guess you know each other."

Chen Futu waved his hand, and Zhang Sanfeng then withdrew his oppressive aura.

As the mountain-like pressure dissipated, several Martial Emperor leaders collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, unable to even stand.

The two monks exchanged a glance, apologized, and prepared to leave.

Chen Futu narrowed his eyes and said unhappily, "Did I say you were leaving? Come back and kneel."

"Great Sage Emperor, you are deceiving us..."

Before Fa Bei could finish speaking, the Zhenwu Sword hovered above his head with a clang, threatening to slice his head open if he uttered another word.

Chen Futu deliberately tilted his ear and asked, "What did you say, Master? It was windy just now, and I didn't hear you clearly."

Fa Bei was speechless, and finally knelt back down in humiliation. Fa Yuan didn't dare to speak either, and knelt down with his head down.

The vast Eastern Palace was silent and deserted, and everyone stared blankly at everything.

Two Martial Venerables, and not just any ordinary Martial Venerables, knelt down like dogs, without a shred of dignity left.

"I will only say one thing here: from this day forward, the Peacock Kingdom and all surrounding tribes will be vassals of the Great Xia. If any of them disobey, I will destroy their kingdom, exterminate their lineage, and wipe out their descendants. Do you all understand?"

"We will obey the Holy Emperor's decree!"

The crowd cheered and knelt on the ground, even Shi Huolong prostrated himself and kowtowed.

He never imagined that the young swordsman who had been chatting and laughing with everyone along the way was the renowned Great Sage Emperor.

"Shi Huolong, come to my side."

Chen Futu waved.

Shi Huolong trembled, struggled to lift his head, and saw Chen Futu smiling broadly. Only then did he muster his courage and shakily approach him.

The others looked bewildered, but a few who realized what was happening looked at Shi Huolong with envy in their eyes.

After tonight, the historian will rise to the top!

"Please return to your seats, everyone. Let the music continue and the dance begin."

Chen Futu spread his sleeves, exuding a heroic air. Only then did everyone crawl back to their seats, their clothes soaked with cold sweat. Only two monks remained kneeling there, surrounded by beautiful singing girls dancing, their humiliation reaching its extreme.

After everyone calmed down, they looked at them with some sympathy.

They dared not get up, for getting up would mean certain death; kneeling was the only way to save their lives.

Zhang Sanfeng drank his wine but did not retract the Zhenwu Sword. The sword emitted waves of energy that occasionally vibrated, startling the leaders present so much that they could barely hold their wine cups.

The Holy Maiden transmitted her voice, saying, "Your Majesty, haven't you gone a bit too far? That's the Brahma Temple, after all. If word gets out, it might cause trouble."

"Is the Brahma Temple very strong?"

"Although it can't compare to the desert, its overall strength is still quite good."

"If you don't want to bear the infamy today and make me clean up the mess, then why don't you destroy the Fanyin Temple? That would be a way to show your sincerity."

"Your Majesty, how could you do this? If it weren't for those two monks causing trouble, the deputy commander would have already taken action."

The Holy Maiden immediately became furious. If she could destroy the Brahma Temple, she would have done so long ago. Why wait until today?

Chen Futu coldly said, "Your Highness, do you think that by merely talking the talk, I will be bound to you? If you don't offer tangible benefits, how can I believe in your sincerity? So I'm giving you a task: destroy the Fanyin Temple, collect its resources, and send them to the capital."

“Okay, I will send a message to the clan and try to send two elders to the Brahma Temple in the near future.”

The Holy Maiden had no choice. As a legitimate and respectable sect, Fanyin Temple would be tarnished with infamy if it were to be destroyed in the desert.

Chen Futu wanted to tarnish the reputation of the Desert Sea, making it difficult for the Desert Sea to operate in the Western Regions and preventing it from gaining prominence. Otherwise, the Desert Sea would not feel at ease returning to the Central Plains.

After a song and dance performance, Chen Futu deliberately said to the Holy Maiden in front of everyone, "These two old monks are hereby given to Your Highness. Whether to kill them or spare them is up to you."

"I understand."

The saintess reluctantly accepted this hot potato with a wry smile.

After she left with the two monks, Chen Futu handed the banquet over to the Peacock King to discuss the follow-up matters of surrender. It would be best to send envoys with gifts to the Central Plains to surrender in person, so as to announce it to the world.

Chen Futu intends to receive two gifts, further exploit the various aristocratic families and tribes, and also has the matter of jointly sending troops to avenge Consort Ge, which should be put on the agenda.