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

"Chen Futu, prepare to die!"

Bingchen's desperate attack was almost identical to that of the Holy King, and it was filled with his hatred and madness for the Great Xia Dynasty.

Looking at the distorted appearance, Chen Futu sighed inwardly and slightly deviated from the correct direction when he drew his sword.

The fourth sword strike was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. In just a moment, the ice-covered figure in front of it froze and remained motionless.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

He did not die, nor was he cut in two by a single sword strike. The rapid sword energy did not sweep across, but instead, at some point, changed into a thrust, like a cold glint piercing through his dantian, shattering his decades of accumulated power.

"Do not……"

Bingchen looked down at his pierced abdomen, his power rapidly dissipating.

"Chen Futu, you can't do this to me!"

Screams echoed through the storm and snow.

Chen Futu coldly said, "The ancestral sacrifice wanted you to live, to imprison you for life. Are you satisfied with this ending?"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

Bingchen seemed to have gone mad, actually burning the power of his eight extraordinary meridians, and attacked again before his cultivation was completely destroyed.

"Alas, why bother?"

Zuji shook his head with a wry smile.

The powerful figures, including the Ice Witch, wore sorrowful expressions. They knew about the feud between the three Ice Brothers and the Holy Emperor, and they also knew that the three Ice Brothers had attacked first, but they were unwilling to watch their clansmen die tragically.

"Stubborn and unyielding, he is courting death."

Chen Futu brandished his long sword.

Dragon Emperor's Instant Prison Kill Unleashed!

Ake's ultimate move was extremely dazzling.

Hundreds of sword lights slashed across the ice dust, each strike not fatal, yet perfectly avoiding his vital points and severing his eight extraordinary meridians.

Before everyone's eyes, Bingchen's fist could not advance any further when it reached Chen Futu.

Their eyes met, and Chen Futu brushed aside his trembling fist, saying indifferently, "I am showing mercy for once. From now on, you will stay in the Ice Clan and eke out a living."

After saying that, Chen Futu kicked the man away.

With a deafening roar, the battle ended.

A veteran expert in the Saintly Path realm couldn't even withstand a single move from the current Saintly Emperor. He couldn't even die if he wanted to, but instead had his dantian and eight extraordinary meridians destroyed, leaving him to spend the rest of his life lying in bed. How cruel!

"Go, take him away."

The ancestral priest glanced at the unconscious Bing Chen and gave orders to the Ice Witch and the others.

This time, the Ice Witch did not obey orders, but glared at Chen Futu, "Why did the Holy Emperor resort to such a cruel method!"

Chen Futu withdrew the dragon sparrow and calmly said, "The way of the world is all due to cause and effect. Those who kill will always be killed by others."

“Killing him is one thing, but you destroyed his dantian and eight extraordinary meridians. Do you know how cruel that is to a Saintly Dao expert?”

"Ruthless? Perhaps. If you disagree, you can avenge him, but I may not show any mercy."

Chen Futu's casual words chilled the group of young powerhouses to the bone. They hurriedly stepped forward to protect the Ice Witch, who glared angrily and finally snorted before leaving with Ice Dust.

As both are in the Saintly Realm, Bingchen couldn't beat him, and he couldn't possibly beat him either.

Chen Futu is invincible below the Saint King. Only the Ancestral Sacrifice can suppress the current Saint Emperor. However, the Saint Emperor is suspected to have a Quasi-Emperor backing him, so the Ancestral Sacrifice cannot take action. The Ice Clan must swallow this insult.

Zuji sighed and approached Chen Futu, "Young man, why be so impetuous?"

"If you're not hot-blooded, are you even a young man? I've given you plenty of face by not executing Bing Chen. At least I'm a man of principle."

Chen Futu was referring to their previous agreement: not to kill but to cripple their cultivation, and now that agreement had indeed been fulfilled.

Zuji rolled his eyes, speechless. "Alright, alright, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Let's talk about resources instead."

When Chen Futu and Zuji returned to the main hall, they took out a batch of resources that had been promised earlier. Looking at the dazzling array of good things, Zuji's depressed mood improved somewhat.

After the clansmen had moved all the resources, the old man had three Ice Soul Cold Branches brought out for trade.

Chen Futu did not haggle with him, promising three million catties of grain and a large quantity of wine and meat. Chen Futu himself still respected the tribe guarding Lizhou.

The Ice Clan and the Sand Sea both guard the Li Continent, but their situations are different.

The Sand Clan can move freely and has no shortage of supplies, but people often fall into sand pits or die from erosion. The Ice Clan, on the other hand, is confined to this village, safe from danger but having lost their freedom.

These two tribes have endured too much; the Great Xia can still provide a mere few million catties of grain.

"As expected of the Holy Emperor, he is indeed generous."

Zuji didn't expect Chen Futu to be so easy to talk to. He didn't think Chen Futu was the kind of person who would easily go back on his word, so he handed over the Ice Soul Cold Branch first. Then Chen Futu and he agreed on a time for the handover of supplies.

After resolving this matter, Zuji brought up the grasslands again, saying, "I have heard a little about the development of the Great Xia. The north is bitterly cold, and I hope that the Holy Emperor will have the virtue of cherishing life and will not wantonly commit murder on the grasslands."

"What I desire is peace throughout the land. If the grasslands are willing to surrender, I will not kill indiscriminately. Instead, Zuji should think more about the future of your tribe rather than worrying about the safety of the grasslands."

Chen Futu patiently guided him, and sure enough, the ancestral priest's aged face changed again and again. He had been staying deep within the Ice Clan, but he had heard about the cooperation between the Sand Sea and the Great Xia. In Chen Futu's words, he hoped that the Ice Clan would follow the Sand Sea's example and bind themselves to the Great Xia's national destiny, so that a part of their clan could leave their ancestral land.

However, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

After careful consideration, the ancestral priest solemnly said, "Your Majesty, please make any requests you may have. As long as they are not too excessive, I will grant them."

"Simply put, if foreign enemies invade Lizhou, I hope the Ice Clan will not stand idly by."

"So the Holy Emperor was worried that protecting Lizhou would displease outsiders, leading some to take action against Great Xia?"

"That's right. I know very little about the outside world and need more guidance from a senior like you."

"You are a good talker."

Zuji was smug. After all, he was a Great Saint, one of the top combat forces in Lizhou. Even though they were both from the Sand Sea Clan, which was suppressing the chaos in Lizhou, they were not as well-established as the Ice Clan.

In fact, the Xuanyuan clan once produced a Great Sage, but unfortunately the environment of the desert was too harsh, and all of them perished.

"If you don't want to, then forget it. Just pretend I never said anything about it."

Chen Futu didn't care about the smug look on Zuji's face and turned to leave. Zuji saw this and quickly stepped forward, "Young man, don't be so impatient. It's just an alliance. I agree."

"After the suppression of the national crisis, is it possible that the old senior will leave the Onon Sea?" Chen Futu asked.

"It's not feasible right now, but we can send the younger generation to the capital first. Once you unify the grasslands and southern border, the nation's fortunes will probably be sufficient. At that time, I will also go to your Jade Capital to enjoy a peaceful and prosperous life."

Zuji also wanted to leave the Ice Clan. He was very old, and even at the Great Saint Realm, he didn't have much time left.

After a moment's thought, Chen Futu agreed to his request.