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

The Great Xia had gained a lot from this trip, but Chen Futu would not tell Bai Wuyai that the Wordless Heavenly Stele contained all the sacred scriptures, otherwise the old man might get angry.

Qin Liangyu, however, appeared worried. "It is said that all the major forces have been driven out by the Baiye Clan. I don't think they will leave just like that. If they join forces to intercept us, what can we do?"

"There's nothing to say, just kill him."

Chen Futu is not the Prince of Zhenbei who was trapped in a cage back then; he is the current Holy Emperor, and those who do not submit will die.

Upon hearing this, everyone's fighting spirit soared. Having just received the inheritance, it was the perfect opportunity to test it out, and they would use the blood of various forces to elevate the prestige of the Great Xia to a new level!

The group then rested and recuperated at the White Night Clan's residence for two days.

Chen Futu coaxed and tricked Xiaobai into changing into a forest fairy maid outfit.

Little Bai looked incredibly cute in her new clothes, with her hair tied in two pigtails and her hands on her hips – she exuded the aura of a spoiled princess.

Yang Yuhuan transmitted her voice, "I didn't expect Your Majesty to be so creative. I can wear this dress too, and I look even better in it than this girl."

"Shut up! Xiaobai is my sworn sister, and this isn't just an outfit; it's Xiaobai's exclusive battle robe. You don't understand."

In the original world, Mary Rose was quite popular; even if she wasn't as popular as Tifa, she was still very popular.

Xiao Bai was similar in height and build to him, and his appearance was also quite good. Chen Futu couldn't wait to see Xiao Bai use his fierce fist and foot skills to wreak havoc on all sides.

One day later, Bai Wuyai arrived.

Not only did he come, but two Saint-level experts also came with him. They were a couple, one named Bai Quan and the other Bai Ling. The young man in hemp clothing was their son, named Bai An.

The couple had been imprisoned deep within their ancestral land due to a curse, but now that the curse had been broken, they knelt down upon seeing Chen Futu, saying, "We pay our respects to the Holy Emperor."

"Please rise, both of you. There's no need for that."

Chen Futu was quite interested in the sage's combat power.

According to Bai Wuyai, the older members of the clan had either lost their cultivation or died due to prolonged erosion. This couple, however, were actually in their seventies or eighties. Because of their special martial arts techniques, their appearances had not deteriorated much, their cultivation had not been eroded much, and they could even remain lucid at times.

"Your Majesty, please go ahead. I will arrange the relocation of my clansmen. What do you think?"

Bai Wuyai also wanted to leave quickly, but the foundation of the clan was all here, and he couldn't just throw it away.

"Very well, I will have the Sand Sea Clan help you relocate, and I will also find a suitable place for your clan to settle in the capital."

"Thank you for your trouble, Your Majesty."

Chen Futu and Bai Wuyai reached an agreement, so they gathered everyone and left the ruins. They could even stay in Dantu for a few days first, and the three members of the Bai family would meet up with them before heading to the capital together.

The oasis was filled with murderous intent. The Southern Witch King and his entourage retreated far away, not wanting to get involved in the conflict. Others did not understand the horrors of the Central Plains, but the Witch King had witnessed it firsthand. That day, someone almost pierced the sky in the south of the Great Xia with a single punch, so he could not risk the lives of the entire Southern Frontier for some inheritance.

"Father, they won't really start fighting, will they?"

Yan Xiaoxiao couldn't understand. Was passing on traditions really that important?

What were they thinking when they decided to wage war against a newly rising empire as a powerful force in the martial arts world?

The Witch King remained silent. Yan Xiaoxiao was unaware of the inside story, but he knew exactly what the Baiye Clan possessed: those sacred cultivation techniques, enough to make many people take risks.

"coming!"

"They're out!"

As Chen Futu and his group walked out of the ruins, at least two or three hundred people surrounded them.

Leading them were the Ononhai tribe of the grasslands, the Jinwutang of the Western Regions, and various local ethnic groups in the desert, while Little Sumeru Mountain and Hundred Flowers Valley were far away and their attitudes were unclear.

Looking into the wolf-like eyes of the group of people before him, Chen Futu smiled and said with his hands behind his back, "What? Are you planning a rebellion?"

"Rebellion?" Jinwuzi spat fiercely. "Bah! Chen Futu, you can only rule as king in the Central Plains. How could we, the first-class forces of the Great Western Regions, be afraid of you!"

"Jinwuzi, are you courting death by acting so recklessly in the desert?"

Xuanyuan Rong waved his hand, and a group of powerful figures from the Sand Sea, including Chongming, arrived. There were ten of them, three of whom were at the Cloud-Supporting Realm, and the rest were all Martial Venerable Realm experts.

"Heh heh, now that two patriarchs have fallen in the Sand Sea, and one patriarch has left, do you still have the qualifications to be the overlords of this realm?"

Jinwuzi had long disliked the desert. A single tribe occupied an entire territory, and although they had achievements, they had taken up too many resources.

Since the Black Sand Sea appeared, the treasures of various countries hidden underground have all come into the possession of the Black Sand Sea, and many people have been eyeing its riches.

Previously, everyone feared that the Sand Sea had a supreme expert in charge, but now two of the three supreme experts have fallen and one has left, and the Sand Sea is no longer as glorious as it once was.

"Heh, the world is going to the dogs! These days, just any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to ride roughshod over my desert!"

The world changed color, and the oasis was shrouded in turmoil.

An elderly man in black arrived at the scene, and everyone's expression changed upon sensing him. "A Martial Arts Saint!"

Chen Futu was also slightly surprised. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Who would have thought that the desert actually hides a Saintly expert?

Xuanyuan Rong and the others bowed to the old man and said, "Greetings, Fourth Ancestor!"

This is the fourth patriarch of the Sand Sea. Outsiders only know that the fourth patriarch unfortunately perished in the Sand Eye, but they never expected that he was still alive.

"I am Xuanyuan Hong, come and fight if you dare!"

The old man stood in mid-air, his voice booming like a bell, his aura extremely astonishing. However, the next second, five figures suddenly arrived. Three of them came from the grassland Onon Sea, and the other two came from the Golden Martial Hall. All of them were martial arts saints.

Chen Futu's lips curled into a smile. "This battle is getting more and more interesting. One by one, nobodies and scoundrels are jumping out. I wonder if there are any more lurking in the shadows."

Xuan Yuan Hong frowned as he looked at the five people. "A bunch of old fogies! You were nowhere to be seen when Li Zhou was in danger, but now you've all come out!"

"Xuanyuan Hong, times have changed. Your Sand Sea Clan has reigned supreme in the Black Desert for far too long. If you retreat today, all will be well. Otherwise, we will annihilate your entire clan today!"

"I remember back then there was a filthy fellow from Onon Sea who was blind and arrogant in the desert, but he was killed by my elder brother with a single palm strike. Now that my elder brother is gone, do you think you can do it again?"

"That old bastard Xuanyuan Ning was formidable, but it's a pity he's dead! Xuanyuan Hong, I'm giving you one last chance: get out or die!"

Onanhai and the other two looked gloomy. Back then, they did have a newly-entered Saint who came to the Black Desert, but was slapped to death by Xuanyuan Ning, who said that Saints were not allowed to enter the desert, and those who violated this rule would be killed without mercy.

This is a disgrace to the entire grassland.

“My Xuanyuan clan are all men of iron will, how could we be afraid of rats from the gutter? If you want to fight, then come on.”

Xuanyuan Hong's laughter echoed throughout the oasis, and the murderous aura between the two sides rose steadily.