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

"Your Majesty, come out and face your death!"

Qinghe led Xiangcao and other young men of his clan to fight their way to the outskirts of the imperial city.

Don't underestimate them just because they are a group of teenagers. At this moment, they used their clan's secret techniques to connect with the earth's veins and release the power of the curse. Even the teenagers who had no cultivation broke through five or six major realms in succession. Such combat power is far beyond that of ordinary martial arts experts.

"So strong!"

Chen Ranran and Zhao Lingxiao could sense that the aura emanating from these teenagers was eerie and ominous, mixed with an uncontrollable savagery.

"A bunch of brats dare to talk big."

Some powerful figures from the Holy Path descended upon the scene, including saints and saint kings, who guarded the arrogant ruler of the dynasty, who was clad in a dragon robe and crown.

Facing a group of important figures, Qinghe was filled with barely suppressed resentment. "Speak! Why did you slaughter my clan!"

"Heh, kill me if you want."

The young emperor, with his hands behind his back, exuded an air of supreme authority. He then said, "Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king. All the people of Yang Kingdom are under my rule. Do I need a reason to kill you?"

“Our clan has guarded the earth’s veins for countless ages. We have worked hard, if not for merit. Now that we have returned to our homeland, we have not harmed your dynasty in the slightest, yet you have turned on us with murder!”

"Boy, I have said that this is no longer the Great You Dynasty. You are nothing but remnants of the previous dynasty. I believe that your return this time is to plot to usurp the throne."

"If you want to incriminate yourself, why bother?"

"I'm too lazy to waste time with you. Since you're all monsters who should have died long ago, I'll clean you up together today."

The new emperor didn't care about any ancient races at all. He wouldn't allow anything that threatened his rule. As for the achievements of the diseased race, what did they have to do with him?

"Men, seize these bastards and put them all back into the earth's veins."

"Here!"

The ruler of Yang Kingdom gave the order that the great battle continue.

At a tea stall on the streets of the imperial city, Chen Futu looked at the emperor of Yang Kingdom with surprise. The emperor was obviously aware of the existence of the diseased tribe. Logically speaking, it would be a good thing for a country to take in a tribe, unless he was unwilling to grant kingships and lands for no reason, thus weakening his rule.

"Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

Qinghe led a group of teenagers, rampaging through the earth's veins and under the influence of a curse.

The capital city was in complete chaos, with commoners and ordinary martial artists alike scrambling to escape, wishing they had been given two more legs.

"System, I want to take these children back to Lizhou."

Chen Futu spoke, but the system did not respond, leaving it unclear whether it agreed or disagreed.

Seeing that it did not answer, Chen Futu then asked Yueji how much she knew about the diseased tribe.

Yueji replied, "The records of this race are limited to legends. They are similar to our race and other special races such as the Spirit Race, and they have special abilities. It is said that the first generation of the Disease Clan were the guardians of Jianmu. They become very strong by relying on the power of Jianmu."

"Jianmu, huh..."

Chen Futu's heart stirred slightly, and his eyes lit up.

No wonder the system released anecdotes about the Disease Clan. It seems they have a great role to play. It just so happens that there are plans to transfer the branches of Giantwood City to Lizhou recently. If we can get these young people, we may be able to cultivate Jianmu in a short period of time.

With this in mind, Chen Futu made a decision.

Looking at the battlefield again, a group of teenagers led by Qinghe had been suppressed by several of the opposing Saint Kings.

While they were indeed empowered by the earth's veins, they ultimately lacked cultivation. It was already remarkable that they had managed to fight this far. However, it wasn't impossible for them to kill the Holy King on the other side, perhaps by detonating the nearby earth veins.

"Hahaha! Like an ant trying to shake a tree, how laughable and overestimating its own abilities!"

A holy king suppressed the attack with his mighty hand, and a group of children joined forces to block it, but their auras all weakened.

Within the realm of the Holy Path, each leap across a realm represents a world of difference, with only prodigies capable of defying the heavens to fight across these realms.

The group of youths from Qinghe had only stepped into the Saintly Path in terms of aura, but did not possess the Saintly Path Laws. In the end, they were desperately resisting by virtue of their numbers, and they could not hold out for long.

"It is said that the bloodline of the sick people is special, and they may be able to refine human pills."

Even the elderly holy king, described as a withered tree, made his move, and his words were shocking.

Chen Ranran was so anxious that she scratched her head and said, "Master, are we just going to watch these old geezers bully them?"

Chen Futu smiled without saying a word. He had made a decision and would intervene, but he also wanted to see what these children were capable of.

"Our clan has wronged no one. Since heaven and earth will not allow us to exist, today we will use our blood to proclaim our clan's name!"

Qinghe made a strange hand seal, and the other children all retreated behind him. They all made hand seals together, and a huge earthquake occurred in the entire realm. Chen Futu keenly sensed that they were about to detonate the earth's veins and perish together.

"No, I don't want to die!"

"Help, someone save us!"

The powerful figures in the city who hadn't yet escaped cried out in despair. What had they done to deserve being used as cannon fodder in this great war?

Yueji was also startled, and she protected the boys and quickly retreated from the imperial city.

"Almost there."

Chen Futu suddenly appeared in front of Qinghe and the others before the earth veins were detonated.

The group of children were stunned for a moment, then looked at Qinghe together. The latter tried his best to suppress his anger and said, "Big brother, why are you stopping us? Since heaven and earth do not tolerate our clan, our clan will come to demand an explanation ourselves!"

"Children shouldn't be so impulsive; they're not worth risking your lives for."

Chen Futu waved his sleeve, suppressing all the restless earth vein power, and the aura emanating from the children quickly dissipated.

Even if Qinghe tried his best to activate the earth veins again, it was useless. Chen Futu was now at the Saint Venerable realm, and could control the earth veins within a range of thousands of miles with a thought. If Qinghe wanted to detonate them, he would have to cross the earth's domain, which he simply couldn't do at the moment.

"Big brother, are you going to help them fight us?" Qinghe asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm on your side. Let the adults handle this."

Chen Futu turned and scanned the group of Saintly Dao experts opposite him, finally fixing his gaze on the Emperor of Yang Kingdom. The latter's expression darkened. "Your Excellency, do you intend to become an enemy of my Yang Kingdom?"

"Yang Kingdom?" Chen Futu pursed his lips. "What is Yang Kingdom anyway?"

"How dare you insult the mandate of my kingdom!"

The Emperor of Yang glared angrily, and a group of powerful Saints stepped forward, wielding their Saintly power to launch another attack.

Chen Futu said, "Originally you would have had a great opportunity, but unfortunately you are a fool who even dared to try to refine a human pill. You are short-sighted."

"You're asking for death! Seize him!"

The Emperor of Yang Kingdom, in a fit of rage, issued an order, and a group of powerful Saintly Dao experts joined forces to attack.

Chen Futu stepped forward with his hands behind his back. With just one step, Saint King level experts were continuously suppressed and turned into blood mist.

This overwhelming power plunged the chaotic imperial city into a deathly silence.

How powerful is that?

Even the ancient saints couldn't suppress a holy king just by relying on their aura, could they?

"As expected, he reached the level of a quasi-emperor."

Yueji gazed at Chen Futu's domineering figure, her heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.