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

Lan Qiao is really strong.

If Chen Futu doesn't use the profound mysteries of swordsmanship, relying solely on the blood of the Ancestral Dragon will be insufficient to suppress the endless tides.

Lan Qiao's ability to overcome strength with gentleness has a bit of the Yin-Yang principle. She was once an unparalleled genius of the Boundless Sea, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to reach this point.

"Imperial Law, the Boundary of the Sea".

"True essence circulates, and the icy dragon soars."

Chen Futu used the Primordial Secret Technique to transform his true essence into extreme cold. Two ice dragons crashed into the ocean world, freezing the area before Lan Qiao's Ocean Realm field could form.

Such a scene was incredibly magnificent in the eyes of the spectators.

The towering tide was frozen and formed into a vortex, as if an icicle was trying to drill a huge hole in the sky.

"Your power... how could it be..."

Lan Qiao hadn't expected that Chen Futu also possessed the power of ice to control water. It was the power of a secret technique, and since Chen Futu was already at the extreme level, the ice soul power he converted was also at the extreme level, which could truly freeze her ocean world.

Chen Futu clenched his fist and aimed at the flustered Lan Qiao, "That's enough. Reverse Scale, Ancestral Dragon Fist."

This punch did not cover the Great Dao of Power, but it covered the Reverse Scale effect, causing its destructive power to soar to unimaginable heights.

Rumble!

The strike of the Ancestral Dragon Fist shattered the frozen ocean world.

"No!"

Lan Qiao cried out in alarm as he was engulfed by the ice. Then, the ice collapsed like the sky falling, causing a massive earthquake throughout the entire realm.

"As expected of Master, he is as domineering as ever."

Ling Xue felt honored; her master was everyone's spiritual support, and remained as reliable and powerful as ever.

"Ancestor!"

Lan Qiao'er looked at Lan Qiao, who had fallen and whose breath was gradually weakening, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The middle-aged emperor, Lan Minghao, and several other powerful figures from the Sea Abyss all wore sorrowful expressions.

"I...I have indeed lost..."

Lan Qiao gazed at the imposing young figure with a dazed expression, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

There are many elixirs in the world that can extend lifespan, but their effects on the Great Emperor are extremely limited. She had no choice but to go on this journey and had no intention of returning alive. It would not be a regret if she withered away in the prime of her life.

The battle ended, and the Tianyuan battlefield was quiet.

Lan Qiao landed back on the ground, and seeing that the blue flames on her snow-white hands were getting heavier and heavier, she looked up at Chen Futu and said, "Holy Emperor, you have won. Even if I fought to the death, I would not be your match. The future of the continent depends on you."

Chen Futu gazed quietly at her beautiful face and said, "I have a method that can help you transcend, though the process may be somewhat painful. Are you willing to try it?"

"really?"

Lan Qiao asked blankly.

“Of course, you may come forward.”

Chen Futu waved, and Lan Qiao hesitated for a moment before flashing in front of him.

Chen Futu spat out two drops of blood, one carrying the breath of life, and the other carrying the silence of death.

This was derived from the Dao of Life and Death as described in the Dao of Life and Death Chapter, based on the reincarnation power of Lady Pingxin contained in the blood of the Ancestral Dragon, to balance the Dao of Life and Death in the human body and stabilize an individual's state.

The main reason for helping her this time was to conduct an experiment. This woman is not particularly evil; she only acted to survive. Moreover, it wouldn't be an easy victory for her, and failure would be considered as gaining experience.

Next, as long as she doesn't use her cultivation, she has a chance of succeeding. In the future, within the time limit maintained by the power of life and death, breaking through another minor realm will increase her lifespan, restore her youthful appearance, and allow her to return to her peak.

The problem is that Lan Qiao is now almost extinct, with a strong aura of death, and needs to adjust his life force to balance it, which will be a painful process.

“I can bear it. Please, Your Majesty, do as you please. If I can save my life and break through to the next realm, I am willing to be your slave and serve you for life.”

Lan Qiao's voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by the powerful figures present.

An emperor serving as someone else's servant? That's outrageous!

And is Chen Futu really that powerful? Can he even save someone who has undergone ultimate sublimation?

"I would like to trouble the Heavenly Gate Ancestor and that friend from the Sea Abyss to help protect the path and prevent any disturbances."

Chen Futu spoke.

The Heavenly Gate Patriarch nodded repeatedly. If Chen Futu could really do it, he would also have a chance to live.

As for the middle-aged emperor of Haiyuan, he naturally had no objection. He only objected to Lan Qiao becoming a maidservant to the Holy Emperor. If Lan Qiao became a maidservant to the Holy Emperor of Great Xia, given her status and position within the clan, all the people of the Southern Haiyuan clan would have to submit to the Holy Emperor.

Soon, the two emperors stood guard beside Chen Futu and Lan Qiao.

The woman from Biyue Palace rolled her eyes and stepped forward, saying, "Count me in."

"And I."

The old king also came. He wasn't stupid; if Chen Futu succeeded, he would have to bow his head and beg for help to prolong his life.

Now, with the four emperors protecting them, only Iron-Headed Monk and Blood Fiend Ancestor can only stare helplessly.

Next, under the expectant gazes of everyone, Chen Futu injected two drops of Ancestral Dragon Blood into Lan Qiao's body. Lan Qiao's body trembled immediately. It was a kind of wear and tear that even the Great Emperor could not bear. It was extremely painful, like ten thousand ants gnawing at his bones, or like his eight extraordinary meridians burning violently.

Unlike Chen Futu, Lan Qiao did not have the reincarnation power of Lady Pingxin to back her up, nor did she have the special body of the Mayfly Martial God who could be reborn after death. At this moment, she was suffering terribly from the turmoil of life and death.

Fortunately, Chen Futu had a mastery of the Dao of Life and Death. As her hair color shifted between black and white, the two energies of life and death gradually balanced. Lan Qiao's cultivation was gradually suppressed, and she fell from the path of the Emperor. However, her appearance and the vitality within her body never changed.

This was the first time Chen Futu had helped someone save a life, so it took a long time, a full half hour.

Once the two auras filled Lan Qiao's body and reached a balance, Chen Futu opened his eyes. "Your cultivation has been sealed at the Great Venerable level. If it goes any higher, it will touch the laws of the Holy Path and affect the balance between life and death. You must remember this. As long as you don't use your cultivation, with the stability of my two drops of blood, it can at least keep you alive for several decades. Several decades is not a short time; it's enough for you to break through to a higher realm. If you can't do that, you can't blame anyone else if you die."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Lan Qiao is deeply grateful."

Lan Qiao was covered in sweat, her watery eyes fixed on Chen Futu, a hint of admiration in them.

Suddenly, she transmitted her voice, half-jokingly saying, "Holy Emperor, I have no way to repay your life-saving grace. Is there anything you would like Lan Qiao to do?"

hiss!

Upon hearing this, Chen Futu gasped in shock.

As the saying goes, if you're ugly, you'll be treated like a beast of burden; if you're handsome, you'll be offered yourself in marriage.

Lan Qiao's meaning was clear: she didn't mind helping the Holy Emperor resolve the issue to repay his kindness.

"No, I don't need it."

How could Chen Futu not understand what she was thinking?

Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, fifty can suck up the earth while sitting still, and she is probably a thousand or eight hundred years old.

Chen Futu dared not let her absorb his essence even once; he simply couldn't withstand it. Besides, he already had enough women around him. His true self and his avatars were of the same origin, and by working together, he could barely maintain the daily needs of the women in his harem. Any more and he couldn't handle it.

Imagine how brutal an empress who had been abstinent for centuries would be in bed; just thinking about it is terrifying.