In order to save himself, the prince summoned 100,000 dragon riders at the start.

"Please, spare me! I'm willing to be your slave, just spare my life!"

"Aaaaaah! I don't want to die!"

Chen Jinzhu knelt on the ground, begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down his face.

But in his heart, he cursed himself for being an idiot.

Was he acting like he wanted to die too slowly?

Behind Chen Jinzhu.

The defending generals fared no better; they all knelt on the ground in terror and surrendered.

He even knelt down faster than Chen Jinzhu!

Actually, it's not that they're spineless.

Anyone can cultivate for decades or even centuries.

After much effort, they cultivated to the Martial Emperor and Martial Grandmaster realms, possessing a lifespan of several thousand years.

They can act like tyrants wherever they go, like local emperors.

Nobody wants to die a violent death halfway through life!

It can be said that the higher a person's cultivation level, the more afraid they are of death!

however.

Gao Shun carried out Lu Yuan's orders to the end.

Faced with Chen Jinzhu's pleas for mercy, I only felt a little amused.

"An interesting person..."

"However, you should be more careful in your next life, and never mess with the wrong people!"

With a single, swift strike, Gao Shun turned a group of Martial Emperors and Martial Grandmasters into pieces!

Chen Jinzhu stared wide-eyed in resentment.

In the end, he never got to see the Lord Jiang he had been longing for.

The battle between the two sides, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, in the northern camp should have been a massive affair.

however.

Those defending troops faced crushing and slaughter!

The battle lasted only a little over half an hour before it was over.

Two hundred thousand garrison troops and imperial guards were all crushed!

.......

Beiyang City.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! Your forces have slain 367,893 enemies! Reward: 8,233,400 Luck Points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on winning a massive battle and annihilating the enemy army! You have been awarded 500,000 Luck Points!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have gained control of a major city in a state. Reward: 500,000 Luck Points!]

With Beiyang City completely falling under Lu Yuan's control.

The system's voice also rang in Lu Yuan's ears.

Looking at his account, which contained a whopping 9.24 million luck points, Lu Yuan smiled with delight.

"It seems the battle at the northern camp has ended."

"Great, a profitable move!"

Lu Yuan had expected the outcome for the northern camp.

Faced with the Dragon Cavalry and the Trapped Camp, whose average rank was above martial arts master, the garrison of the Northern Camp was nothing but a bunch of chickens and dogs!

Over nine million luck points!

Staring at that luck value account, that long string of numbers.

Lu Yuan's eyes burned with passion!

This means I can do nine more Saint-level lottery draws!

However, Lu Yuan turned his attention to the Emperor-level lottery option.

"I wonder what the rewards are for an Emperor-level lottery?"

A glint of light flashed in Lu Yuan's eyes.

He's no longer satisfied with just Saint-level lottery draws!

With a Saint-level lottery, you can acquire terrifying subordinates like the Dragon Riders and Li Sandao.

The Emperor-level lottery is definitely even better!

But

The Emperor-level lottery requires ten million Luck Points per draw.

I currently have over nine million luck points, just one step away from winning the ten million Emperor-level lottery!

"hiss..."

Seeing that he was just a tiny bit short of the required luck value, Lu Yuan felt a bit of a toothache.

"Xu Chu, come here."

"What are your commands, my lord?"

"Go, cut down a few people!"

"what?"

Xu Chu was immediately stunned.

"Whom does the lord wish to execute?"

Upon hearing that Lu Yuan wanted him to kill someone, Xu Chu was immediately eager to try.

That pie fell from the sky so suddenly!

As long as Lu Yuan says a name.

No matter who it is, even if it's his own parents, he'll immediately go and chop them down without hesitation!

"Yeah, who should we chop up..."

Lu Yuan frowned slightly.

Beiyang City has now been recaptured, and all the garrison troops have been killed!

We're still short by over 700,000 luck points, which isn't a small amount, but it's not a huge amount either.

But it's difficult to gather them all in a short time!

"Right now, I'm afraid only..."

Lu Yuan subconsciously glanced at Jiang Shicheng, who was walking ahead.

A peak-level half-saint should be worth over 700,000 luck points, right?

......

As Jiang Shicheng walked in front of him, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine.