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

The North Gate has vanished, but its aftershocks have not subsided.

No sooner had Beimen Jue left than the old celestial master and Donghuang Zhong, who had come to watch the show, were about to leave as well.

"Hiss~ Bei Menjue is really fierce. Are you confident you can defeat him?" Zhang Chen stood on the border, looking at the half of Tianshan Mountain that had been razed to the ground in the far distance, and swallowed hard.

"If you add me, you can escape from his clutches," Donghuang Zhong said succinctly.

Bei Menjue's attack that killed the Heavenly Demon was at most an appetizer before the life-or-death battle.

The fact that Bei Menjue can summon demons to destroy the world means that he can use this Phantom Blade.

The Demon Clan's world-destroying attack, coupled with the Heavenly Demon Shattering Blade, is enough to give most Martial Venerables a run for their money.

Donghuang Zhong kept calculating, but still couldn't figure out Beimen Jue's full strength.

Bei Menjue provided too little information; for example, in this battle, he only used the Heavenly Demon's Death technique.

With a single move, the Heavenly Demon's Demise, the Tianshan Mountains were leveled.

Then he casually left, as if nothing had happened.

"Indeed, a dynasty is still a dynasty," Donghuang Zhong remarked at the end.

"Yes, so we shouldn't make the same mistakes as the esoteric Buddhism of the Western Regions."

"Just focus on your own little corner of the world. What are Taoist leaders anyway? They're all just empty titles."

"As long as you know."

As the Taoist sect left, the Buddhist sect's Heavenly Dragon Staff scratched its head.

"Good heavens, Bei Menjue has been hiding his true abilities well. I never expected his Daoist techniques to be so profound." Tianlong Staff thought about the Daoist aura that Bei Menjue had revealed before he made his move, and felt somewhat impressed.

Because she was personally taught by the Jade Emperor, she was very sensitive to the Daoist principles, especially the Daoist principles inherited from the Jade Emperor.

"If someone tries to use Taoist magic to subdue demons... tsk tsk." The Heavenly Dragon Staff seemed to realize something, and left with a smile.

It seems the Demonic Cultivation Tournament failed this time, so we can rest assured.

"I have a feeling that Daqian is fishing."

Before leaving, the Heavenly Dragon Staff muttered something to itself.

......

Tuyuhun, border region.

营帐

"Lord Tuo! Something has happened in the Western Regions!"

A hurried voice came from inside the tent, and the man looking at the sand table looked up.

The man was dressed in armor, his beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes were like those of a hawk.

"Take your time, what's wrong?" the man asked, gesturing for the other person to calm down.

"Lord Tuo, the Northern Gate of the Great Qian has blasted Tianshan flat." The deputy swallowed hard as he spoke, thinking about the intelligence he had received.

"What did you say?!" Murong Tuo suddenly stood up.

"Of the three eminent monks of the Western Regions Tantric sect, one was beaten to the point of near-fatal injury, one was slightly injured, and the remaining one, although not seriously injured, needs to rebuild Tianshan." The deputy said with some despair.

They did have the idea of ​​using the power of the Western Regions, but they didn't expect... this incident to happen at this critical juncture.

"I understand, you may leave." Murong Tuo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waved his hand as he spoke.

"Lord Tuo, should we still... attack Daqian?" The deputy asked his general, unwilling to give up.

"We must enter Daqian and obtain supplies, without harming the people." A struggle flashed in Murong Tuo's eyes, but his back remained cold and hard.

"I understand." The deputy took several deep breaths before stepping back.

He also needs to stabilize morale among the troops.

That purple light could be seen even from their side.

After his deputy left, Murong Tuo turned around, looked at the sand table in front of him, placed his hands on the table, and sighed.

"With Emperor Qian so wise and the ministers of the Great Qian so united, how difficult is it for Tuyuhun to live in peace and prosperity with these three parts of the land?" Murong Tuo sighed heavily.

He believed that this incident in the Western Regions was also orchestrated by the Great Qian Dynasty.

He knew even better the power of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He also knew that the consequences of offending the Great Qian Dynasty were looming ahead of him in Annam.

However, reality does not change according to one person's will.

How could he and his elder brother compare to the Holy Fire Cult?

The surviving Martial Venerable of the Holy Fire Cult, with his remaining power, wields considerable influence here.

That's the Martial Venerable.

The Martial Venerable can even create natural disasters, causing suffering to the people.

Supplies were scarce, droughts and locust plagues struck, and then Mu Wunan, supported by the Holy Fire Sect, brought supplies to save the people.

Like a god descending to earth, he made a vow that the Great Qian Dynasty would never dare to offend.

As public support grows, officials are increasingly drawn to them.

The Holy Fire Cult wants to seize the country.

No, what the Holy Fire Cult wants is to use Tuyuhun as a pawn to further annoy the Great Qian Dynasty.

He and the king of Tuyuhun must achieve something.

They had no choice but to let the Holy Fire Cult push Tuyuhun into the abyss.

Either you step into the abyss yourself.

Compared to the former, the latter allows them to stop just before entering the abyss.

"The country is on the verge of collapse, what should we do?" Murong Tuo sighed.

Before his elder brother ascended the throne, he was full of vigor and ambition, and the Tuyuhun people were doing quite well under his rule, so most of the people still trust them.

If it weren't for that damned Holy Fire Cult... why would they have to do this?

This is the price that the weak must pay.

Only the strong can say no when they want to.

Instead of knowingly venturing into dangerous territory.

“Perhaps…” Murong Tuo thought of something and gripped the long sword in his hand.

He had the pride of a soldier, but... for the sake of the people, it was nothing to abandon his pride.

"I want to go there myself." After hesitating for a long time, Murong Tuo left the tent.

Under immense pressure, it's normal to think about surrendering.

Murong Tuo's only thought was to ask the Great Qian Dynasty to destroy the Holy Fire Sect.

Simply put, God of War, this way please.

Doing it this way, the rewards are just as high as the risks.

If Li Jing doesn't listen, then they are lambs to the slaughter.

But if Li Jing listens to this, then the Holy Fire Cult will be finished.

Murong Tuo planned to put Tuyuhun's neck under the guillotine of Daqian and hand it over to Daqian for disposal.

Murong Tuo decided to take a gamble, since Tuyuhun had nothing left to lose anyway.

"If we could get the information about the spittoon..." Murong Tuo muttered to himself before leaving.

Tuyuhun also needs to have its own value.

Tuyuhun is now caught in a pincer movement. On the other side, Tubo has just unified the country, and their leader is very ambitious.

Murong Tuo believed that if Tu Bo was allowed to grow too powerful, even the Great Qian Dynasty would have a headache.

The climate in Thodol is absolutely perfect right now.

Murong Tuo ultimately chose to place his bet on the Great Qian Dynasty.

......

The Great Qian Dynasty, Liangyi Hall.

As soon as Bei Menjue and the others arrived, they heard the arguing coming from inside the main hall.

"No way, a marriage to a distant place? Are you kidding me!" The emperor slammed his hand on the armrest and spoke in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty! Tuyuhun is now eyeing us covetously. If Tuyuhun receives aid from Tubo, they will be able to wear us down."

"I told you to shut up." A calm voice rang out, tinged with anger.

An aura of power permeated the entire venue.

The newly arrived group was stunned.

Even Li Junsu was momentarily stunned; it was the first time in so many years that he had seen the emperor so angry.

Or rather, from the very first time he met the emperor, he truly witnessed the majesty of an emperor.