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

"Wow, this is really lively today, count me in."

A seductive woman's voice echoed through the sky.

It was a woman in purple who led three people into the arena; her aura was no weaker than that of the fat monk.

"They are from the Biyue Palace."

Gu Dao gritted his teeth and introduced the identities of the three men to everyone.

The woman in purple is the patriarch of the Azure Water Sect, one of the strongest forces in the Southern Region, even stronger than the Heavenly Gate, because the sect has two emperors in charge. The one who is appearing now is Hong Shou, one of the two emperors of the Azure Water Sect. Behind her are two people: a female sect master at the eighth level of the Quasi-Emperor realm and her personal disciple, who is a young Saint King with a foundation among the top geniuses.

"It seems that someone has been watching from the shadows all along, and wanted to get a piece of the pie as soon as they saw the team set off."

Chen Futu saw things clearly, but all of this had nothing to do with him, Ling Xue, and Chi Xiao. As long as they didn't try to take away the three spots, he didn't care how many Great Emperors came.

The Heavenly Gate Ancestor stepped off the warship and walked on air, facing the two Great Emperors alone. His frail and old appearance made him seem easy to bully.

Iron-Headed Monk said strangely, "Brother, don't blame me for being straightforward. If you take so many disciples there and they encounter great danger, wouldn't that ruin the future of Heavenly Gate? Why not give up half of the name to Gathering Iron Mountain and Azure Water Palace? If the three of us join forces, we can also fight against the Southern Sea Abyss."

“Indeed, the Southern Abyss is the most powerful. If we don’t join forces, even with good fortune, you, an old man on your deathbed, probably won’t be able to achieve your goal.”

Hongshou also offered his advice.

Tianmen remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at Lingxue.

Ling Xue said, "I have no objection to your decision, senior."

"You're quite sensible, little girl." Iron Monk was very satisfied with Ling Xue's reply, but Chen Futu frowned and asked, "Great Emperor, what will you do if Ling Xue doesn't agree to give up her spot?"

"Well?" Iron-Headed Monk's expression hardened, and he said arrogantly, "Of course, I'll punish them. Since ancient times, opportunities have always been obtained by the strong. Young friend, am I right?"

"Opportunities are for the strong; that's absolutely true. I'll remember that."

Chen Futu smiled, a hint of gloom flashing deep in his eyes.

Threatening Xue'er to his face is bullying her because she doesn't have an emperor protecting her. Once the Temple of Gods opens, Chen Futu wouldn't mind teaching this fat monk a lesson.

In the following time, Tianmen spoke privately with the two emperors for a while, and finally gave each of the two forces three slots.

Iron-Headed Monk stopped pressing the issue, because the Jade Water Palace had only secured three spots.

In this way, Tianmen will have to remove six disciples, so the team will only have one Great Emperor, three Quasi-Emperors, four Ancient Saints, plus Chen Futu and two others, as well as Xu Mingzhu and two Tianmen Grand Venerable disciples, making a total of fourteen people.

The Heavenly Gate Ancestor and the Two Emperors have agreed that if anyone else tries to take a spot, the three of them will join forces to exclude outsiders, because the fewer forces that join, the better. If any more Emperor-level forces intervene, they can go find the Southern Sea Abyss and the Black Wolf Legion if they have the ability.

According to the ancient road, there is another imperial-level power in the Southern Region called the Southern Li Empire, whose former ruler was a great emperor at the peak of his power.

When the group arrived at the oasis, they indeed saw a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe. The lineup was quite interesting, consisting of three generations: the patriarch, a quasi-emperor, and a prince of saintly caliber.

They snatched three spots from the Black Wolf Legion, and the Black Wolf Legion didn't dare utter a single word.

As for the people from the Southern Sea Abyss, they had arrived early as well. The most eye-catching were still Lan Minghao, Lan Qiao'er, and the old woman. In addition to the three of them, a middle-aged emperor, four quasi-emperors, and two ancient saints also came with them.

Such a lineup truly befits the oldest ancestral group on the entire continent; even just the southern branch surpasses the strength of ordinary imperial forces.

Unfortunately, the imperial-level forces in the Southern Region are ultimately inferior to those of the Three Mountains and Five Seas, and even more so to the Jia Clan.

When Chen Futu and his companions ventured into the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the Jia Clan and the Buddhist Sect were engaged in a fierce battle. Both sides dispatched six or seven Great Emperors, even without the appearance of the mysterious Buddhist Supreme Emperor, and without including the Emperor Corpse that had sunk in the Sea of ​​Bitterness. This demonstrates the formidable strength of the Central Region.

Now that all parties have arrived, the only one that hasn't shown up yet is the Free Blood Fiend Sect.

About an hour later, the blood-red light transformed into a rainbow.

Leading the group was none other than the Blood Fiend Ancestor, a quasi-emperor at the peak of his cultivation. He was also very old and had not yet broken through his shackles. Chen Futu discovered that he was only one step away from the Great Emperor realm, or rather, he could take that step at any time. He was not taking it now, seemingly wanting to find a more suitable opportunity, such as finding an opportunity in the Hall of Gods before breaking through, which would make his foundation for the Emperor's path even stronger.

Accompanying the Blood Fiend Ancestor on this trip were two Quasi-Emperors, Blood-Clad Marquis and Kun Nu, plus four Ancient Saints, taking up a total of seven spots. However, because the Black Wolf Legion had previously allocated three spots to the Southern Li Empire, the Black Wolf Legion was left with none.

Black Hawk almost burst into tears, but fortunately he possessed a fragment of the map, and the Blood Fiend Sect gave him face by removing an ancient saint, thus securing his sole spot.

Chen Futu almost burst out laughing when he saw Black Hawk's stern face.

What is this called?

He lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot; as a sycophant of the Blood Fiend Sect, he deserved this fate.

Once everyone was present, the flying boats crossed the river one by one.

Ling Xue transmitted her voice, saying, "Brother Chen, this group includes six Great Emperors and one Blood Fiend Ancestor who is about to break through to the next realm, twelve Quasi-Emperors, and thirteen Ancient Saints. With such a lineup, even if we have some fortuitous encounters, how can we possibly obtain them?"

"Don't worry, everything will work out when the time comes."

Chen Futu smiled slightly; no one could take away the opportunities and good fortune that belonged to her.

"Xue'er, even if it costs me my life, I will do everything I can to help you seize this opportunity."

Chi Xiao also transmitted his voice, saying that he now values ​​Ling Xue highly. Compared to Lin Tian, ​​that ingrate, Ling Xue is more suitable to be his disciple. Unfortunately, Ling Xue's master is the Great Xia Holy Emperor, and even if he wants to take her as a disciple, he is not qualified to compete with Chen Futu for her.

The procession marched on to the point where the Boundless Sea meets the Sand Plain. It was nighttime, and the sight of the solitary stone mountain standing on the edge of the sand plain was breathtaking. It was like a pillar of heaven, surrounded by a vast expanse of mist. The moonlight shone on the mountain, making it appear even more sacred and transcendent.

"The Temple of the Gods, which War God is it?"

Chen Futu currently knows of only the Human Emperor, the Moon Goddess, Taiyan, and Fushuang as martial gods. The first three are either missing or dead, and only Fushuang lies in the thatched cottage all day sleeping and doesn't care about anything.

So how many martial gods are left on this continent?

Or perhaps all the martial gods of the previous era have died out, since Fu Shuang is from this era.

As they pondered, the flying boat landed smoothly on the sandbar plain. They hadn't noticed anything amiss from afar in the sky, but now, landing on the sandbar and looking at the towering stone pillars and mountains, they felt an overwhelming sense of oppression. This was the domain of the God of War, and it seemed to have sensed the arrival of the map.