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

"What Heavenly Court? It's just a rabble."

Chen Futu coldly watched the fleeing crowds in Philadelphia, showing no intention of leaving.

Wen Jie smiled wryly and said, "Brother Chen, are you really not coming with us? No matter how powerful you are, how can one person withstand the coercion of the Heavenly Court?"

"You don't need to worry about me, just take good care of Chen Huang and his sister."

Chen Futu waved his hand, signaling Wen Jie to leave.

Wen Jie could only order all the supplies to be loaded onto the trucks, and then the large convoy set off.

Chen Futu didn't leave because the system upgrade was about to be completed. He wanted to see if the expanded regional channel coverage of the system upgrade would allow him to find Qin Liangyu herself. No matter what, he wouldn't give up even if there was only a sliver of hope.

As for Qin Liangyu's evil corpse, with her bizarre methods and eleventh-order power, no one in this territory could possibly be her match. So rather than worrying about others killing her, it's better to worry about her poisoning living beings and becoming another scourge.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and Philadelphia was deserted, with its population reduced by eight or nine tenths. Those who remained were daring desperados who were scavenging the city's remaining resources.

It's worth mentioning that the women captured by the Soul Rift Gang were also taken away by Wen Jie. Moreover, Chen Futu informed Daji and Bingfeier about this through the regional channel, asking them to cooperate with Juechen to settle the Philadelphia people who arrived in the Western City of the Chaotic Realm.

I believe no one would dare to cause trouble in the Chaotic Realm Mountain. As a being summoned by the system, Daji has the ability to fight across realms. Even Wen Jie might not be able to defeat her, let alone those seventh-level powerhouses.

A day later, a convoy arrived in Philadelphia, carrying at least one or two hundred people, making quite a spectacle.

Chen Futu sat alone in the city lord's mansion, drinking wine and coldly watching the vast army.

"Damn it, they all ran away!"

A group of people got off the bus with a commotion. The leaders were a middle-aged man and woman with a strong aura. Chen Futu glanced at them and frowned. "Two ninth-level, four eighth-level, and ten seventh-level. What a grand scheme. Are they planning to wipe out Philadelphia in one fell swoop?"

Judging from its scale, the Heavenly Court is very strong, and this may not be all of their resources. As for the source of their supplies, we'll find out after we fight them.

"Where have they all gone?!"

The ninth-rank blue-robed man took off his hat and made a loud noise, while the beautiful woman beside him yawned, "Looks like they knew we were coming to attack and ran away in advance. Are we too late?"

The man snorted, "The leader gave a death order: the guy who killed Kanu must be captured and brought back, otherwise the Heavenly Court will lose face in this area."

Next, the powerful figures from Heaven began their assault on Philadelphia, searching for anyone who hadn't yet left.

Many of the remaining strongmen in Philadelphia were captured and then honestly confessed their current situation.

"Damn it, we've made a wasted trip. Let's go check out the City Lord's Mansion."

The convoy arrived at the city lord's mansion square in a grand procession. Chen Futu did not hide; he simply sat on the city wall, drinking wine with a lazy expression.

The two ninth-level experts were taken aback. The man spoke up: "Boy, you're from the City Lord's Mansion!"

Chen Futu said, "There's no need to look anymore. I killed that Kanu. Besides, the woman you want is also in my hands."

Upon hearing this, the square in front of the city lord's mansion fell silent. The powerful figures from the Heavenly Court looked at each other, wondering what the other party had to rely on to dare to wait so brazenly. Weren't they afraid of death?

Ignoring all that, Chen Futu teleported to the plaza, swirling his wine glass as he asked, "Tell me, what is the origin of the Heavenly Court? What is the name of your leader? And why are you arresting people?"

"Boy, you dare to know the name of our Great Chief!"

"Aren't names meant to be called? Why can't we know them?"

Chen Futu remained as calm and collected as ever. The reason he met with the other party was that he felt that the Heavenly Court, as a major power in this area, was very likely to have old acquaintances from Lizhou. Moreover, the fact that Mo Lan was arrested was also due to their behind-the-scenes instigation. Therefore, he wanted to collect some interest today.

"If you want to know the Great Chief's name, let's see if you have the ability."

The man waved his hand, and an eighth-level expert stepped forward. He was as big as a small hill, over two and a half meters tall, and even more robust than a water buffalo.

"An eighth-tier opponent is no match for me."

Chen Futu shook his head, and the man sneered, "You look like nothing special, but you've got quite the nerve. No one has ever dared to lay a hand on my Heavenly Court before. You're the first."

"Fine, none of you are leaving today anyway."

Chen Futu waved to the burly man, who felt insulted and lunged forward with outstretched arms, like a tiger descending a mountain, full of intimidation. If an ordinary person faced such pressure, they would probably wet their pants on the spot. But Chen Futu didn't care and didn't even bother to dodge. He raised his hand and responded, "Ancestral Dragon Fist."

Boom!

Chen Futu swung his fist and smashed it into the opponent's palm, which was as big as a palm leaf fan, causing the opponent to stagger back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing.

This move shocked the two ninth-level experts from the Heavenly Court. "Good lad, you've got some skills!"

"All four of you, come at me together!"

The man gave the order again, and the other three eighth-level warriors came side by side, surrounding the man from four directions with the Iron Tower Man.

Chen Futu pursed his lips, then casually smashed the wine glass into the face of the burly man. The man roared, "I'll tear you to pieces!"

The other three immediately activated their respective abilities to work together, and one of them even had the ability to generate lightning.

"A domineering aura."

A second before the four attacked, Chen Futu released a soul shockwave, causing the four to feel dizzy and disoriented. Chen Futu seized the opportunity to teleport and kicked each of them. Under the incredulous gazes of hundreds of powerful figures from the Heavenly Court, the four eighth-level experts were kicked away like rag dolls. Except for the Iron Tower Man, the other three were all injured and their faces turned pale.

"So strong!"

"He's clearly only at the eighth rank, so how could he defeat us in an instant!"

Chen Futu's combat power is too exaggerated. You should know that four eighth-level cultivators can fight against ninth-level cultivators, but they were defeated so decisively. This can only mean one thing: the kid in front of us is hiding his level.

Little did people know that Chen Futu was indeed an eighth-ranked warrior, and at the peak of the eighth rank. However, Chen Futu's combat strength could not be measured by rank. He was perfect in every aspect, and it would not be an exaggeration to call him a hexagonal warrior. Otherwise, how could he dare to face the overwhelming Heavenly Court team alone?

"Such a powerful person couldn't possibly be unknown. Who exactly are you?"

The man in blue dropped his disdain and even sensed that something was amiss.

Chen Futu was too lazy to answer, and pressed on, "I defeated them, now can you tell me what your leader's name is?"

"If you want to know, defeat me first!"

The man was about to take action himself when suddenly something unexpected happened: a dark shadow silently appeared behind him.