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

"Chen Futu! What did you say?"

Qingming was stunned, then ignored Xiaobai's attacks and frantically elbowed Chen Futu in the waist. Chen Futu felt his bones breaking one by one, but he still clung to Qingming's back like a leech. "I have eaten the Saint-Slaying Pill. My blood can kill a saint."

"Chen Futu, I will tear you to pieces!"

The effects of the Fallen Saint Pill began to take hold, and Qingming's cultivation level plummeted to the Great Saint level.

Chen Futu was not a saint; he merely used the imperial fortune to forcibly elevate his combat power to the saint level. Therefore, for him, taking the Fallen Saint Pill was like eating a candy. However, for Qingming, who had absorbed the blood essence mixed with the Fallen Saint Pill, Chen Futu's blood became the most poisonous poison in the world, a poison capable of annihilating ancient saints.

"When did you take the Fallen Saint Pill? How could I not know?"

"You didn't see the little tricks before the battle? That's because you're old and blind. You should just stay here and rest in peace."

"Chen Futu, I want you dead!"

Qingming never imagined that someone as powerful as him would one day be defeated by a mere brat.

In terms of despicable and ruthless behavior, how could he possibly compare to the current emperor? He is far inferior.

However, at this moment, Xiaobai's fist suddenly stopped, and her aura suddenly dropped significantly. She realized that her attack could not only hurt Qingming Old Demon, but also her older brother.

"Little girl, you see, your brother is dying, you can't do it anymore!" Qingming seized the opportunity to continue elbowing Chen Futu in the waist.

"Xiaobai, continue!"

Chen Futu felt his internal organs were almost numb from the attack, and he roared, his mouth opening like a bloody hole.

Xiao Bai stared at Chen Futu's gruesome state, her pupils contracting, tears welling in her eyes as she shook her head and backed away, "I won't fight anymore, big brother, you'll die..."

"Continue! I command you to continue!"

"Big brother……"

"I can't hold on any longer! I can't let him escape! Keep going!"

"Kill--"

Chen Futu shouted until his voice was hoarse, and the Holy Emperor's roar resounded throughout the entire Great Xia territory. The will of heaven and earth seemed to sense the Holy Emperor's will, and a torrential rain suddenly fell. The golden dragon of the imperial way cried out in the wind, rain and sea of ​​blood.

"Your Majesty the Holy Emperor!"

"Holy Emperor!"

The people of Xindu knelt on the ground, weeping. The Four Beauties looked at the battlefield in despair, and Dongfang Bubai's eyes also reddened.

Xiao Bai stared at the furious Qing Ming, then at Chen Futu's blood-stained face. Finally, she lowered her head, trembling all over, and let out a shrill scream, "Die!"

This punch was Xiaobai's full power, a devastating force. The golden-red vortex illuminated the new capital, and the sky over half of the Great Xia territory was cleaved in two by the force generated by this punch. Such power terrified all living beings to the extreme.

In mid-air, Qingming and the Holy Emperor were still pressed together, but their heads had disappeared.

Blood rained down, and all the clamor subsided into silence.

"Your Majesty the Holy Emperor?"

The crowd stared blankly at that desolate place, where the wind and rain pattered softly, as if playing a requiem after the final battle.

"Will not."

The four beauties knelt down in sorrow. Dongfang Bubai raised her snow-white face, closed her eyes, and said, "Your Majesty, why do you have to do this..."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, and was teleported away the next second.

Hidden in the shadows, Garan and the Supreme Elder of the God of Slaughter exchanged glances, their eyes filled with complex emotions and regret.

Inside the imperial palace in the capital, Qin Liangyu, Li Xiuning, and others suddenly felt a strange sense of fear and unease, especially as Chen Changsheng cried loudly in his swaddling clothes.

On the battlefield of Xindu, corpses fell.

Dongfang Bubai kicked Qingming's corpse away, caught Chen Futu, and shouted joyfully, "The Holy Emperor is still alive!"

The four beauties rushed over quickly.

Yes, Chen Futu is still alive. He is very clever. The moment Xiao Bai unleashed his full-force attack, he turned his head away and dodged the fatal blow. However, because he was unconscious with his head down, the visual illusion prevented everyone from seeing clearly, and they thought that his head had also been blown off.

Chen Futu was immediately sent back to the palace. He was still clinging to life, but his injuries were too severe. Half of his body had been almost destroyed by Qingming's elbow strike. Ordinary medicines could not save him, so he could only seek help from Sun Simiao in the capital.

Just then, a strange prompt, like a psychological suggestion, flooded into the minds of the four beauties, Dongfang Bubai, and all the beings summoned by the system. The prompt consisted of only one sentence: "Unify the Central Plains as soon as possible."

Qin Liangyu and Li Xiuning nearly fainted upon receiving the battle report. To avoid causing a disturbance, they concealed the situation and rushed to Xindu immediately.

Led by Zhang Liang, the four armies marched madly toward the last territory of Da Gu. With the threat of the Ancient Palace and Qing Ming gone, their advance accelerated several times over.

A day later, Chen Futu's avatar reassembled. After examining the condition of his original self, he began arranging for officials to receive the surrendered prefecture.

Qin Liangyu, Li Xiuning, and Sun Simiao rushed to Xindu and saw Chen Futu, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Even Qin Liangyu was speechless.

Sun Simiao treated Chen Futu, and his injuries were barely stabilized, but it was unknown when he would wake up, or even whether he could preserve his cultivation.

After three days of agonizing waiting, good news finally arrived from the south.

"Report! The entire territory of Dagu has surrendered! The military advisor has taken over the Dadu area!"

Ding!

[Congratulations, host, on unifying the Central Plains]

[National fortune increased tenfold]

[The system is now using the nation's resources to heal the host's injuries.]

……

The system's voice rang out, but Chen Futu couldn't hear it clearly. As a massive amount of national fortune converged, Chen Futu almost turned into a small golden statue. His injuries healed rapidly, and his cultivation level rose quickly, climbing from the early stage of the Qingyun Realm all the way to the peak of the Qingyun Realm, just one step away from becoming a Martial Saint.

Qin Liangyu and the others knew that a special being was healing the Holy Emperor, so they stayed by his side.

After finishing their battle, the generals quickly returned to the new capital, anxiously awaiting news.

For a full ten days, Chen Futu was enveloped by the nation's fortune. Upon hearing the news, the people spontaneously prayed for the Holy Emperor, which caused the nation's fortune to continue to rise.

The most profound experience was at the Black Sand Sea. After continuous torrential rains, the black sand receded in some areas, turning from black to yellow, while oases appeared in other areas, forming a continuous expanse.

In the ancestral land of the desert, the sand hole, which was a black hole with a diameter of over a hundred feet, suddenly shrank to thirty or forty feet.

Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been worried all along, smiled for the first time. He knew that the Holy Emperor was still alive and could rest assured.

"The Central Plains have been unified!"

Xuanyuan Rong witnessed the changes in the trachoma and couldn't help but weep with joy. The head of the Xuanyuan family immediately summoned all the departments to set up a golden statue to pray for the Holy Emperor.

Endless faith converged on the new capital from all the tribes of the desert and the Central Plains. The golden dragon, a manifestation of the imperial destiny, soared through the sea of ​​clouds, a truly wondrous sight.

"Holy crap, I almost died..."

In the middle of the night, Chen Futu finally woke up and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Qin Liangyu lying by his bedside.

Her face looked haggard.

Chen Futu felt a pang of pain in his heart and got up to pick her up, but as a martial arts expert, she was always on guard and woke up as soon as she was touched.

Their eyes met, and she buried her face in his chest, bowing her head and remaining silent.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Look, I'm fine, aren't I?"

Chen Futu affectionately patted her head.

"Don't do this again. You are the Holy Emperor, how can you abandon your people?"

"I know I was wrong."

Chen Futu, all smiles, held his beloved wife close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until she fell into a deep sleep in his arms before placing her on the dragon bed. Immediately following, a system notification sounded.