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

Chen Futu viewed Diao Chan and the other three women more as superiors and subordinates, and never considered taking them into his harem. However, his feelings for Guan Xing were different. Guan Xing was not a personality formed by the system, but a living native. Her beauty was such that she was truly favored by heaven and earth.

Stepping out of the room, he saw many people pointing and whispering in the distance. The corpse on the ground hadn't been cleaned up yet, and the scene was particularly frightening. Fortunately, the old man found some firewood to cover the body.

Seeing the distinguished guest emerge, the old man felt extremely uncomfortable, and his smile appeared forced.

Chen Futu said, “I’m sorry to trouble you. I still have some money here. Please ask the villagers to lend a hand and find a place to bury the body to prevent the spread of plague.”

Chen Futu tossed another gold ingot over, and the old man, not daring to delay, immediately went to find the village chief.

Before long, the able-bodied men of the village gathered to clean up the bodies, assuming it was just a feud between gangsters.

"The government troops are coming!"

Someone shouted, and the village became chaotic.

The Northern cavalry surrounded the village, and the old man and his family were so frightened that they could not speak.

Chen Futu, however, had no taboos and waited for them to come to his door.

Liu Longyue arrived in person, riding the Dragon-Qilin Divine Steed, adorned with a golden-red phoenix crown, exuding unparalleled nobility.

She was accompanied by an unknown fierce general, as well as two top-tier experts who were completely covered up except for their eyes; both of them were Martial Venerables.

They are the essence of the ancestral temple.

The villagers all knelt down in a rush, and the old man's family also knelt down. Then they kept giving Chen Futu meaningful glances to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Chen Futu sneered, unconcerned, and arrogantly sized up Liu Longyue.

Liu Longyue first looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then discovered the stargazing, and immediately rode her horse into the courtyard. When she saw Chen Futu present, her pretty face immediately fell, and she said sullenly, "What a rare guest."

"His Majesty the Great Emperor Ziwei has come in person; he is truly awe-inspiring."

Chen Futu's sarcasm was palpable, making the old man's family and the young men kneeling nearby feel a chill run down their spines.

This kid is courting death! He dares to speak to the Empress like that to her face!

"You madman, are you looking for death?!"

A fierce general from the Northern Martial Army shouted sternly, his murderous aura palpable.

Chen Futu raised an eyebrow and said to Liu Longyue, "Keep your dog under control, or don't blame us for being ruthless."

The fierce general was furious and reached for his weapon, but Liu Longyue glared at him and said, "Don't be so presumptuous in front of the Holy Emperor."

The moment the words "Holy Emperor" were uttered, gasps of shock filled the air. The fierce general shivered and quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head.

It should be noted that the Holy Emperor's fame spread throughout the world not only because of his prestige, but also because of his infamy.

Liu Longyue dismounted but did not bow. Chen Futu was displeased: "What, is this how you treat me?"

Liu Longyue's delicate body trembled slightly. After much deliberation, she reluctantly performed the etiquette of a concubine.

She was nominally the Princess Consort of the Northern Frontier. Even now that the Great Xia Dynasty had been established and Chen Futu had made Qin Liangyu Empress, Liu Longyue was still considered a concubine of the Great Xia Dynasty, unless the Holy Emperor issued an edict to divorce her.

Chen Futu was satisfied and sat down, gesturing for her to speak.

"Your Majesty, what brings you here?" Liu Longyue asked solemnly.

"I heard you were hunting down Guan Xing, so I've come to take him away."

"Guan Xing infiltrated Bei Wu and stole the ancestral temple's secrets, committing a grave offense. I urge the Holy Emperor to hand her over to Bei Wu for punishment."

Liu Longyue made no attempt to hide anything; she came specifically for this matter, otherwise she wouldn't have made the trip in person.

With a wicked grin, Guan Xing casually sat down next to Chen Futu, completely unafraid.

With the Holy Emperor before him, what is the Purple Star Emperor?

"What do you intend to do by taking her away?" Chen Futu asked calmly, looking at Liu Longyue's serious face.

"To execute him with the death penalty as a warning to others."

"presumptuous!"

Chen Futu glared, slammed his hand on the table, and a surge of imperial dragon energy emanated from his body, like a whirlwind sweeping through the village, startling the Northern Martial soldiers and civilians into trembling fear that was hard to contain.

Liu Longyue seemed unaffected by the imperial aura, remaining calm and composed. "Your Majesty, I am deeply grateful for your great kindness, and I will repay it. However, Guan Xing's actions have crossed the line for Beiwu. I request that you hand her over, otherwise..."

"What? You dare to lay a hand on me? Do you want to turn the world upside down?"

"I was forced into this situation, and I hope Your Majesty will not take offense."

Liu Longyue waved her hand, and the two Martial Venerable experts immediately entered the courtyard to capture Guan Xing.

Chen Futu's eyelids drooped, and the drought demon and the bronze-armored corpse immediately blocked his way.

"Your Majesty, please don't forget, this is Beiwu!"

"If I say it is Beiwu, then it is Beiwu; if I say it is not, then it is not. I will give you a chance to apologize, otherwise, I will trample the Milky Way with my horses and leave no one alive."

Chen Futu was just that domineering.

What Beiwu? That tiny, insignificant country is no match for you!

Allowing Bei Wu to move south and settle in the Central Plains was already an exceptionally generous act, but judging from Liu Longyue's reaction, she's pushing her luck and wants even more.

Chen Futu stood up and walked to Liu Longyue. He grabbed her snow-white chin and forced her to look up amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd. "I'm warning you, don't try to test my patience. I can tolerate you, but I can also kill you. Uncontrollable factors should be extinguished in the long river of history."

The courtyard was quiet.

Liu Longyue stared blankly at Chen Futu's gloomy eyes, and suddenly she shivered.

She realized that no matter how high she climbed, this man would always look down on her; once she was a slave, she would be a slave for life.

Thinking of this, a sense of humiliation crept into Liu Longyue's heart. She did have rebellious intentions, but she was still the Ziwei Emperor, and Chen Futu was showing her no respect at all.

"Apologize."

Chen Futu spoke coldly, increasing the pressure on his fingers.

Liu Longyue gritted her teeth and took a few steps back, her chin red from being pinched. She said angrily, "Chen Futu, don't push your luck! I am grateful to you, but that doesn't mean that Beiwu is still a soft persimmon for you to knead!"

"Oh? So you've opened the ancestral temple and feel confident enough to be my enemy? Then let me let you relive the shadow of being ruled by me."

Chen Futu's powerful voice resounded throughout the entire village, "Villagers, all of you, retreat to avoid being implicated in the fight later."

Upon hearing this, the villagers all turned and ran out of the village, and the old man and his family of five also fled the yard.

Soon only two groups of people remained in the village.

*Snap!* The drought demon and the bronze-armored corpse dropped their masks, revealing their hideous and terrifying faces.

Upon seeing this, the powerful members of the Northern Martial Clan were terrified. "They're not human! They're drought demons and bronze-armored corpses!"

"Kill them all, leave no one alive."

Upon receiving Chen Futu's order, the drought demon and the bronze-armored corpse launched a fierce attack.

The two powerful Northern Martial Venerables, who were wrapped up like rice dumplings, were blasted away by the violent physical strength of the two puppets with a single punch, which pierced through the village houses, and thick smoke billowed out as far as the eye could see.

"kill!"

The Northern cavalry, emboldened, charged forward.

The two puppets entered the battle, and wherever they went, men and horses fell, and corpses littered the ground.

Not to mention people, even the warhorses were torn apart alive.

"stop!"

Liu Longyue realized she had made a grave mistake and hurriedly tried to stop her.