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

"A bunch of old geezers, get out of my way!" Wang Fugui faced the several Saintly Dao experts blocking his path, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"I'm here to help you!"

Qin Hao, wielding the Wheel of Reincarnation, charged forward. Covered in blood, he resembled a god of war, his spiritual world now free from the control of that strange power.

"We're coming too!"

Galan and the other three, including Blood Eye, also came to help, joining forces to hold off a group of saints. Wang Fugui looked at everyone gratefully, "If this battle allows the old man and I to survive..."

"Stop being sentimental, kid. Go on, team up with Old Wang and take down that old bastard."

Gu Yuan and the others urged him solemnly.

Wang Fugui nodded and rushed towards the seriously injured Wang Qianshan.

Seeing this, the Celestial Clan and the Bright Moon Pavilion members all stepped in to help Wang Fugui block the Great Saint and Saint King who were trying to intervene from the Wang family. As for the Ancient Saints from other forces, they would not rush to interfere in the Wang family's internal affairs. In addition, the Fifth Elder and the Puppet Refiner were not to be underestimated, so they would not risk their lives now. Even if they did, they would wait for the Quasi-Emperor to come out first. Otherwise, if Liang Wei and the Quasi-Emperor of Wuyou Divine Mountain were killed, and they, the Ancient Saints who had cultivated for many years and were only one step away from becoming Quasi-Emperors, were also killed, wouldn't that be too much of a loss?

It was precisely because the ancient sages were content with the status quo that the war was not escalated.

The Fifth Elder was well aware of this, and he acted with restraint, focusing solely on defense and feigning compliance while awaiting the outcome of the Imperial Path War.

"Old man!"

When Wang Fugui arrived at Wang Qianshan's side, Wang Qianshan's robe was soaked in blood and his skin was covered in wounds.

The patriarch said indifferently, "Fugui'er, you are a good junior. At such a young age, you have reached the cultivation of a half-saint and defeated Wang Teng. You can be considered the number one among the younger generation of my Wang family. As long as you promise to return to the family and draw a line between yourself and Wang Qianshan, I will rewrite your name in the family tree. Is that alright?"

"Ancestor, all these years, have you ever felt guilty about all the terrible things you've done?"

Wang Fugui helped Old Wang up and questioned him sternly.

"Our ancestor is just getting old, but he's never wrong."

“Coincidentally, my son and I are not wrong either.” Wang Fugui helped Wang Qianshan up, and the latter smiled bitterly. “Well said. Our Wang family will have its own page in the family tree, but the prerequisite is to kill this old bastard.”

"me and you togather."

Wang Fugui smiled, his youthful face as sunny and cheerful as ever.

"Young man, how dare you speak so arrogantly."

The Wang family patriarch flashed close, and the mere wisp of ancient saintly aura he released was enough to suppress Wang Fugui, preventing him from raising his head. Wang Qianshan then unleashed a tattered golden book that enveloped Wang Fugui, disintegrating a portion of the ancient saintly power.

At this point, the grandfather and grandson joined forces to fight their ancestor in close combat.

"Hehehe, what a filial grandparent and grandchild."

The Wang family patriarch played a game of cat and mouse, each move causing the two men's blood and qi to rush out of their veins, and their bones and flesh to crack.

In other battlefields, Qin Hao and his companions kept a close eye on the situation. They needed to kill the remaining saints as soon as possible and then go to provide support.

"Seven Deadly Spells, kill!"

With Qin Hao still possessing the Seven Deadly Poison Pills, and the surging power of the Poison Dao rules suppressing them, the group simultaneously unleashed their trump cards, swiftly killing the saints before them.

This situation enraged all the major powers, but they were unable to break through the defensive perimeter of the Celestial Clan and the Bright Moon Pavilion, and could only watch helplessly.

The ancient saints from the various factions exchanged glances, pretending not to see anything.

They're old and have a clear understanding of life. How much do they earn in a year? Besides, the situation is still unclear. Why risk their lives? Isn't it better to stay alive and break through to the Quasi-Emperor level?

Only the ancient saint of the Black Sand Sect, like a wild dog, would occasionally bare his teeth at Qin Hao and the others, but with the puppets present, he couldn't get over.

"Let's go help."

Qin Hao and his group approached Wang Fugui to offer their assistance, but Wang Fugui shouted, "Don't interfere! This is a family matter of the Wang family. I can handle it myself!"

Wang Fugui and Wang Qianshan began to fight desperately, but their cultivation levels were too far apart, and they were no match for each other.

The patriarch said coldly, "Fugui'er, I've given you a chance. I'll ask you one last time: do you want to return to the family? If you agree, I promise to give you all the resources you want."

"Keep those resources for your own coffin. Ever since you harmed your great-grandmother and the others, our lineage has ceased to belong to the Wang family; all that remains is hatred!"

“You little brat, your mouth is full of foul language. You’ve become wild and unruly. Since you want to die, your ancestor will grant your wish.”

The Wang family patriarch completely lost his patience and resorted to ruthless measures. With a loud hum, his domain erupted, and Wang Qianshan and Wang Fugui were forced to their knees.

This is the dividing line between the Great Sage and the Ancient Sage; there is a world of difference between them, which cannot be crossed.

Qin Hao and the others watched this scene anxiously, their weapons clicking loudly in their hands.

Just then, Chen Futu's voice resounded in Wang Qianshan's mind, "It seems that you have not yet grasped the true meaning of the Analects."

Wang Qianshan was taken aback and asked weakly, "You're back? You didn't kill that emperor, did you?"

"Of course not, I just touched on it briefly."

Chen Futu had just returned and was hiding in the shadows. His battle with the Emperor was more like a friendly sparring match. He only exchanged a few moves before the Emperor left, seemingly confirming the blue-haired woman's identity before making his move.

Fortunately, the system said this projection could be used as a discount, so it didn't count as consuming any trump cards. Moreover, some special information was obtained from that mysterious emperor.

"Boy, what exactly do you mean by the true meaning of the Analects?" Wang Qianshan didn't want to die such a pathetic death at the hands of the ancestor. If he could temporarily break through to the Ancient Saint realm, he would still have a sliver of a chance.

Chen Futu said, "An old man created the Analects. He was nine feet tall and majestic. The Analects he spoke of is the sacred text of Confucianism, and it is also the supreme secret method that can overcome all laws with one force."

"One force can overcome all laws?"

"Imagine a muscular, bookish man trying to reason with someone—do he use his words or his fists?"

Chen Futu's reply made Wang Qianshan pause for a few seconds, then suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and understood everything. "So that's how it is!"

"Boys, let's go to hell together."

The Wang family patriarch stood before the grandfather and grandson, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, and raised his hand to kill them.

Wang Fugui smiled bitterly and said to Wang Qianshan, "The difference in cultivation level is ultimately beyond defying the heavens."

"Who says you can't defy the heavens!"

Wang Qianshan let out a strange cry, and with a whoosh, his robe suddenly exploded into pieces. The surging blood energy stirred his naked upper body, his muscles bulging inch by inch, veins crisscrossing, and then a terrifying ancient saint's domain erupted.

"Breakthrough!"

The unexpected turn of events caused the battlefield to fall silent, and everyone stared at Wang Qianshan in disbelief.

The old man, who was just moments ago thin and on the verge of death, has now transformed into a humanoid beast as tall as an iron tower. His entire naked upper body is filled with explosive muscles and power, like large muscles inflated like balloons, with bulging veins on his skin and arcs of electricity swirling around them.