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

Wu Xiang dared not make another move, and slumped to the ground with his qi in disarray. Beside him was Wu Wo, whose body was almost shattered and who was barely clinging to life.

Chen Futu ignored the two of them and first patted Xiaobai's head with a smile, "You little brat, well done."

"Hehe, isn't Xiaobai amazing?"

"Of course, my little Baitian is invincible."

After Chen Futu finished speaking, he descended before Wuxiang and raised the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in front of him, saying, "Bald monk, your death is imminent."

"Don't do it!"

Wu Xiang screamed, his voice hoarse and desperate; he was terrified.

Everyone stared blankly at this bizarre scene. Wuxiang knelt down, so terrified. It turned out that even a high monk was afraid of death.

Chen Futu scoffed, "It's rumored that your Buddhist sect likes to sacrifice oneself for righteousness? Why don't you bravely face death?"

"Your Majesty, I am willing to hand over the relic, but I hope you will show mercy."

"you sure?"

Chen Futu had some knowledge of relics. In the martial arts world, relics are special treasures left behind by powerful Buddhist practitioners before their death, containing the power of their entire lives. Handing over a relic is equivalent to dying.

Just as he was wondering, Wuxiang suddenly looked at Wuwo, who was lying on the ground half-dead, and said, "Junior brother, senior brother cannot die, so..."

After Wuxiang finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he grabbed Wuwo's ​​head. Wuwo screamed in agony as all his power was concentrated in one place. The intense pain made his eyes roll back, but unfortunately, he was too injured to struggle or speak.

The scene was terrifying, frightening the disciples of Little Sumeru Mountain.

Wuxiang used a Buddhist method to "force himself into Nirvana." A short while later, a relic appeared in his hand. The relic was golden all over, radiating a warm light, and contained the pure law fluctuations of a Martial Saint.

The disciples of Little Sumeru Mountain witnessed this scene firsthand, and they were all terrified. The people of Hundred Flowers Valley also showed expressions of horror.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could imagine that a high-ranking monk would kill his own junior brother in order to survive!

"Junior brother, this is not your fault. Don't worry, I won't let you die in vain..."

Wu Xiang clutched the relic, his expression crazed, his eyes turning ferocious.

Chen Futu narrowed his eyes, secretly transmitted his voice, and then reached out to take the relic. However, Wuxiang suddenly shoved the relic into his mouth.

He hasn't given up yet. As long as he takes his junior brother's relic, his cultivation will surely soar to the Saint King level. At that time, Chen Futu will definitely be no match for him!

This turn of events stunned everyone; no one expected that Wuxiang would become so insane at the last moment.

Chen Futu did not stop Wuxiang, a playful smile curving his lips.

Just as Wuxiang was about to swallow the relic, a dark light suddenly cut through him. Wuxiang's body trembled, and he froze in place, still in the act of swallowing. Then the relic fell to the ground, and Chen Futu caught it in his palm.

"Good stuff."

Chen Futu played with the relic, marveling at it, when Wuxiang's head rolled out, and then the headless corpse collapsed with a thud.

Ake appeared behind Chen Futu in a wisp of black mist, her moon blade still dripping holy blood.

"Who is that woman? What bizarre methods she uses!"

People from Hundred Flowers Valley and Southern Xinjiang subconsciously touched their necks; that cut was terrifying—it had severed the head of a saint.

"Ake, it's yours now."

Chen Futu casually tossed the relic to Ake. Such a generous gesture made the eyes of the two major forces green with envy.

That's a sacred relic!

This thing is only enshrined in the highest levels of Buddhism and could never fall into the hands of outsiders. Now, the Holy Emperor has obtained one but does not cherish it, instead bestowing it directly upon his subordinates.

Compared to the envy of the two major forces, Guan Yu and the others showed no expression. Ake's current strength was too weak. As the Holy Emperor's personal bodyguard and Shadow Guard Commander, Ake needed to become stronger.

She was able to kill Wuxiang instantly with a single strike because Wuxiang was caught off guard, and it was only by slicing his most vulnerable neck that she was able to kill him instantly.

Ake accepted the relic without hesitation and began to absorb it cross-legged. She would never swallow such filthy things.

Ding!

[Detection indicates that Ake has absorbed a relic. The relic contains Buddhist martial arts principles. Will it transform into the principles of slaughter?]

"Transformation."

[Conversion complete, 500,000 points consumed]

Chen Futu glanced at the system panel and realized he had spent too many points; he currently had less than 10,000 left.

The system is definitely deliberately trying to trick you into spending points, otherwise it wouldn't have timed it so precisely.

[Please don't talk nonsense, host. You should look for the reasons within yourself. Have you been diligently searching for treasures these past few days? Have you...]

"Closed."

Chen Futu was not a good-tempered man, but he had gained quite a bit from today's battle, and the battlefield had returned to calm.

Qin Liangyu said softly, "The forces of Onon Sea and Little Sumeru Mountain were almost completely wiped out, including four Saint-level experts. This trip was worthwhile."

"The Empress is right, that kid Jin Wutang can fetch a good price."

As they spoke, Chen Futu and Qin Liangyu arrived in front of Hundred Flowers Valley.

The two powerful Saints stepped forward to pay their respects, saying with utmost deference, "Wen Ruyu and Zhang Gong greet the Holy Emperor and the Empress."

"Gentlemen, the White Night Clan's legacy has fallen into my hands, why don't you make a move?" Chen Futu opened his mouth with full sarcasm.

The two men smiled wryly, "We dare not offend the Holy Emperor's majesty."

"Although you haven't made a move, I know exactly what you're planning. If this matter doesn't satisfy me, then let Hundred Flowers Valley remain."

Chen Futu's threat terrified the disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley.

They had witnessed the Holy Emperor's strength firsthand. Even if the two ancestors joined forces, they might not be able to defeat him. At such a young age, he could overshadow the older generation. He truly deserves to be the most domineering emperor in the history of Lizhou!

Wen Ruyu thought for a moment and asked, "I wonder what kind of compensation the Holy Emperor needs?"

"I am not an unreasonable person. You and Green Ivy will come with me to the capital to learn the secrets of alchemy."

Chen Futu didn't want to make too many enemies, mainly because Hundred Flowers Valley possessed elixirs that could restore one's appearance or slow down aging, and he had to obtain them.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruyu immediately understood. Before Zhang Gong could speak, she nodded, expressing her willingness to go to the capital to personally impart the secret recipe unique to Hundred Flowers Valley, as long as the Holy Emperor would spare Hundred Flowers Valley.

"So best."

As he spoke, Chen Futu looked towards the Southern Frontier forces in the distance and then waved.

The Witch King and Yan Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance, then steeled themselves and stepped forward.

Chen Futu asked the Witch King, "Do you wish to become an enemy of the Great Xia?"

"I can't wait!"

The Witch King quickly shook his head.

What a joke! Four saints died in today's battle. There might not even be four martial saints in the entire southern border combined. We have no chance at all.

"Hand over the Poison Scripture and convey my message to the chieftain of the Ten Thousand Mountains. I will give them a chance to submit. Otherwise, when the army is on the border next spring, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Here..."

The Witch King had no choice but to hand over the Poison Scripture and promise to deliver the message.

Yan Xiaoxiao's big, bright red eyes darted around as she clasped her hands in a fist and said, "Your Majesty may not be able to fully understand the Poison Manual in the short term, so why don't I accompany you back to the capital?"