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Chen Du.

Royal Palace.

The rear hall.

Xuanyuan stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his gaze piercing through the void and falling into the distance.

That place is the East China Sea.

There stands the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

His master was there.

"His Majesty."

A figure stepped into the hall from outside.

Clad in white, whiter than snow, a long sword hovered in the air.

Yinglong.

Xuanyuan did not turn around.

"Yinglong, do you think I can succeed?"

Yinglong stood behind him, silent for a moment.

Then, he slowly began to speak:

"able."

Each word fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

Xuanyuan turned around and looked at him.

A glint of light flashed in those deep eyes.

Why?

Yinglong said:

"Because His Majesty is determined."

"Because His Majesty has the courage and decisiveness."

"Because His Majesty has a master."

Three sentences, three reasons.

Each one is irrefutable.

Xuanyuan looked at him, a slow smile curving his lips.

"you're right."

"I have determination, courage, and a master."

"I will definitely succeed."

He turned and looked out the window.

Looking out at the vast and boundless primordial land.

Looking towards the billions upon billions of human people.

"Pass on the order."

The two words fell as if by imperial decree.

Yinglong bowed:

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Xuanyuan spoke, each word distinct and deliberate:

"First, the leaders of each tribe must arrive in Chendu within three days."

"Those who fail to arrive by the deadline will be punished as traitors."

"Second, those who arrive in Chendu shall hand over their official seals, military tallies, and family genealogies."

Those who refuse to hand it over will be punished for disobeying imperial orders.

"Third, those who relinquish power will be granted a residence, salary, and noble title by the court."

"Enjoy your old age in peace, and let your descendants inherit the throne."

Upon hearing this, Yinglong's gaze narrowed slightly.

Three orders, employing both kindness and severity.

Those who obey prosper, those who oppose perish.

Your Majesty is trying to resolve this quickly and decisively.

To accomplish everything in one battle.

"My lord, I obey your order."

Yinglong bowed, turned and left.

Xuanyuan stood alone by the window, watching the departing figure.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

Three days.

He gave the tribal leaders only three days.

If anyone still doesn't arrive after three days...

Then don't blame him for being ruthless.

Three days.

Chen Du.

Royal Palace Hall.

The officials stood solemnly, the atmosphere heavy.

The three-day deadline has arrived.

Some of the tribal leaders arrived, while others did not.

They arrived and handed over the official seal, military tally, and family genealogy.

They were settled in a mansion to enjoy their later years.

Those who did not arrive were considered to be defying the imperial decree.

That would be treason.

That is death.

Xuanyuan sat upright in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over those below.

"Who else is missing?"

Feng Hou stepped forward and bowed:

"Your Majesty, the leaders of seventeen tribes have not yet arrived."

"Among them, the Jiuli tribe was the leader."

"Their leader, Chi You, even boasted..."

He paused, not daring to continue.

Xuanyuan's eyes turned cold:

"What are you threatening?"

After the wind, he gritted his teeth:

"They threatened to attack His Majesty and restore the old tribal system."

After the sound faded, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

The ministers turned pale.

Chi You.

Leader of the Jiuli tribe.

Mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation.

He has eighty-one brothers under his command, all of whom are at least Golden Immortals.

Furthermore, he is aided by powerful generals such as the Wind God, the Rain Master, and Xing Tian.

Their power was unmatched among all tribes.

Even Xuanyuan dared not underestimate them.

Now, Chi You has rebelled.

"Chi You".

Xuanyuan murmured the name.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"I was originally worried about not having anyone to make an example of."

"Since he delivered himself to our doorstep."

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

He raised his eyes and surveyed the assembled officials.

"Pass on the order."

The two words fell as if by imperial decree.

The assembled officials bowed in unison.

Xuanyuan stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stood in front of the main seat.

His robes were as black as ink, and his crown was majestic.

"Yinglong was appointed commander, leading an army of 100,000 to attack the Jiuli."

"I want Chi You's head to be hung on the city wall of Chen."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

The courtiers knelt and trembled.

"Your Majesty, we obey!"

......

Chen Du.

Training ground.

An army of 100,000 is ready to go.

The armor was gleaming, and the swords and spears were like a forest.

Yinglong stood on the command platform, dressed in white, his long sword hovering in the air.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

That place is Jiuli.

There, there lived Chi You.

There, a bloody battle will rage.

"Set off."

The two words fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

One hundred thousand troops marched out in unison.

The earth trembled, and the weather changed color.

On the city wall of Chendu.

Xuanyuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching the 100,000-strong army depart into the distance.

His gaze was calm as still water.

"Chi You".

He spoke in a low voice:

"I'll be waiting for you."

The sound faded, returning to nothingness.

Jiuli.

Deep within the tribe.

Inside a simple hall.

A burly figure sat upright in the main seat.

He was broad-shouldered and burly, with a ferocious face.

His blood and qi flowed like a dragon, and his cultivation at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint was as deep and boundless as the ocean.

Chi You.

He looked up and gazed in the direction of Chendu.

Those blood-red eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Xuanyuan".

He spoke in a low voice, his tone like rolling thunder:

"You want to unify the human race?"

"Did you ask me about Chi You?"

As soon as the words fell, the hall fell silent.

Eighty-one brothers stood up in unison.

The Wind God, the Rain Master, and Xing Tian each occupy their respective positions.

In those eyes, there was fighting spirit, killing intent, and an irrepressible excitement.

"Big brother!"

A burly, strong man spoke:

"Xuanyuan sent Yinglong with an army of 100,000."

"How should we respond?"

Chi You sneered.

"An army of 100,000?"

"They're nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs."

He rose and stood with his hands behind his back in the hall.

His imposing figure was like a mountain.

"Pass on the order."

The two words fell like muffled thunder.

Eighty-one brothers bowed in unison.

"Gather all troops and fight Yinglong to the death."

"I want to let Xuanyuan know who the true ruler of the human race is."

As the words fell, the fighting spirit in the hall soared to the heavens.

The Jiuli tribe was in an uproar.