Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

The ancestral land and ancestral temple of the Jiuli people.

Li Junsu looked at the two spirit soldiers who were enjoying their meal, then shifted his gaze to the other weapons.

"They haven't woken up?" Li Junsu looked at the ancestral weapons one by one, and was once again speechless.

These are all celestial soldiers, and judging from the faint pressure emanating from their weapons, each one is on par with the weapons of the three patriarchs of Buddhism.

The oppressive aura emanating from the leader, Wanlu Tusheng, felt to Li Junsu... even stronger than that of Tian Geng.

The title of "Master of War" truly belongs to only this man.

None of the ancestral weapons forged by the Lord of Weapons were weak; any one of them, if placed outside, could cause various sects and factions to fight each other to the death.

If the warlord doesn't seek conquest and continues to forge ancestral weapons, the entire ancestral weapon tribe could potentially emerge.

However, that would not be the Lord of War.

The kingly way of Xuanyuan, the wisdom of Yandi, and the courage of Bingzhu—these three ancestors combined to form the Xia dynasty.

“No, I want the rest of the lazybones to wake up and go to the battlefield.” Xing Fu raised his head, looked at Li Junsu, his eyes darting around, and said with a smile.

Unlike Wanlu Tusheng, Xingfu is much smarter.

She knew that Li Junsu's target was them, and they also wanted to go to the battlefield, so they hit it off immediately.

But if Li Junsu wants to interact with other spirits, he must first take her out to play with them.

Wanlu Tusheng merely raised her eyelids. She knew that Li Junsu needed their strength, but she didn't care. As long as she was taken along, that was enough.

Sometimes, not thinking about anything isn't foolish; it's a sign of having enough confidence and strength.

Regardless of what Li Junsu thought, he had to take her with him in the end, so why think so much? When the time came, he went out.

That's her confidence; she has the ability.

If the outside world is too weak, so weak that Li Junsu feels that asking Wanlu Tusheng to go out would be like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, then even if Li Junsu lets Wanlu Tusheng go out.

Even the most ruthless and ruthless will not leave.

She has no interest in bullying the weak.

Of course, this excludes foreign races; regardless of whether they are weak or strong, they must all die.

Wanlu Tusheng lowered his eyes upon thinking of this and continued to eat leisurely.

The time isn't right yet. If there were really important matters to attend to, the person in front of me wouldn't be so leisurely.

Wanlu Tusheng remembered that when Li Junsu first came, he was decisive and efficient, and there was an uncontrollable killing intent about him.

That would look better.

Wanlu Tusheng likes decisive people, just like his father; whatever needs to be done, just do it.

If you fail, accept it gracefully.

Success! Rise to glory! Protect your followers!

“It’s not time for the ancestral spirits to make their move yet. The only real rival outside is the Western Regions,” Li Junsu said, shaking his head.

"The Western Regions?" Wanlu Tusheng raised his head, his tone puzzled.

It was clear that she was interested.

"Tell us about what's happening outside," Xing Fu asked casually, chewing his food.

“The Western Regions, nomadic…” Li Junsu slowly explained the Western Regions.

"This Western Region you mentioned sounds a bit weak?" Xing Fu stroked his chin, his tone somewhat lazy.

She could easily beat any other so-called Khan by herself.

As for the Western Regions Tantric sect mentioned by Li Junsu, Wanlu Tusheng alone could eradicate the entire Western Regions Tantric sect.

“It’s a threat,” Wanlu Tusheng offered the opposite opinion.

"What threat? Such a weak place, what threat?" Xing Fu looked at Wanlu Tusheng with some surprise.

"Have you been staying here too long and lost sight of your own abilities?" Xing Fu teased.

“The dynasty is very strong, just like my father, but after my father left, the people became very weak,” Wanlu Tusheng said slowly.

A talent like Li Junsu would have been his father's right-hand man when his father was alive.

Such talent is rare, and it's impossible for every generation to have it.

The Western Regions must perish.

Wanlu Tusheng narrowed his eyes as he thought of this.

Li Junsu looked at Wanlu Tusheng with some emotion.

There's a reason why Wanlu Tusheng was able to join the Four Demonic Soldiers of Annihilation. Wanlu Tusheng has a keen eye and makes no attempt to hide his killing intent.

Given the chance, she would truly uproot the Western Regions.

To outsiders, it truly deserves the name of a world-destroying demon weapon.

For Li Junsu, this was exactly right.

How could such a ancestral weapon, which cares so much about its descendants, possibly be a demonic weapon?

"After we get out, we'll have to get the Six Doors to revise the list of all-knowing scholars," Li Junsu thought to himself.

The Four Demonic Weapons of Annihilation?

No, they are the Three Demonic Soldiers of Annihilation.

"And then what, is there nothing else besides the Western Regions?" Wanlu Tusheng put down the food and sat down in a very ladylike manner.

The question I asked wasn't very good.

"Yes, quite a few." Li Junsu pondered for a moment and realized that Wanlu Tusheng had a strong killing intent towards outsiders.

"For example, Goguryeo, Silla, Baekje... and Japan." Li Junsu's lips curled into a cold smile; these were all his future sources of sustenance.

Destroying a nation to advance one's own path is his way.

Then, Li Junsu gave a detailed introduction to each foreign nation.

The ancestral soldiers are a formidable fighting force, so we must explain this clearly to them so that we won't have to explain it again when they come in the future.

Of course, it would be a waste to call upon the ancestral troops of Silla and Baekje; they could handle it themselves.

The important thing now is to let Zu Bing know what's going on outside. The more curious he is about the outside world, the smoother the journey to the Western Regions will be.

Wanlu Tusheng raised an eyebrow as he listened to Li Junsu rattle off a list of foreign countries like a menu, and observed their manner of doing things.

“They are all weak, but they must die,” Wanlu Tusheng said succinctly.

"No, the leaders of Sui are really too bad. This is aiding the enemy. If it were our time, Father would have roasted such people over a fire." Xing Fu's blood pressure rose sharply when he heard about the Sui Emperor's three great campaigns against Goguryeo.

"It's alright." Li Junsu was quite calm. If it were his world, he would also have a headache.

According to historical records, when Wei Feng later conquered Goguryeo, he found that Goguryeo's armor coverage rate was even higher than that of Daqian.

These are all valuable items from the Sui Dynasty. When the generals of the Qian Dynasty saw this, their blood pressure spiked.

Furthermore, the records to the north describe the prosperity of the barbarians, a level unprecedented in ancient times.

Unfortunately, in this world, the power of a Martial Venerable is beyond imagination.

Let alone armored figures, even if the armor itself were sentient, the Xuanjia Army could easily destroy them.

"Look, these are all threats, threats that need to be dealt with." Wanlu Tusheng was also calm, his words were ordinary, as if he was not planning to exterminate the entire clan.

For her, what has already happened cannot be undone.

But from now on, the name Goguryeo will no longer be used.

"And what about the Japanese you mentioned, those bloated natives?" Wanlu Tusheng looked at Li Junsu, his eyes deep.

"I suppose so, but these are just small fry, nothing to trouble you all," Li Junsu said with a light laugh, stroking the hilt of his sword.

"If you can't handle it, come to me." Wanlu Tusheng nodded, then picked up the food.

Li Junsu is indeed capable of handling this.

The aura emanating from him was very similar to mine.