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The next day.

On the city wall of Chendu, Xuanyuan stands alone.

The morning breeze rustled, and his dark robes were as black as ink.

He gazed in the direction where Yinglong's army had departed, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

An army of 100,000 was dispatched to attack the Jiuli.

If we win this battle, unification will be within reach.

If we lose—

Xuanyuan didn't think about it.

Because he will not lose.

"His Majesty."

A voice sounded from behind.

Xuanyuan turned around, and Feng Hou stood bowing.

"What is it?"

Feng Hou said, "My master sent a message from beneath the Heavenly Stele in the East Sea."

Xuanyuan's eyes flickered slightly: "Speak."

"Master said that Chi You is no ordinary person, and Yinglong may find it difficult to defeat him."

Feng Hou said, enunciating each word clearly: "Master requests Your Majesty to personally lead the expedition."

He personally led the expedition.

The two words fell like a thunderclap.

Xuanyuan remained silent.

He stood atop the city wall, his eyes gleaming.

A personal expedition?

How could he not want that?

But if he leaves Chendu, how can the rear be secure?

How could those tribal chiefs who relinquished their power be content?

"His Majesty."

Feng then spoke again: "Master said that he is behind us."

Xuanyuan was startled.

Master said that he was behind us.

That's enough.

"Pass on the order."

Xuanyuan spoke, his voice calm.

"Gather all troops; I will personally lead the expedition against the Jiuli."

As soon as the words fell, Chendu erupted in commotion.

Half a day later.

Xuanyuan stood before the army, clad in black armor, a long sword hanging at his waist.

Behind him, hundreds of thousands of soldiers stood in formation, their armor gleaming, their killing intent soaring to the sky.

"Set off."

The moment those two words were uttered, the earth trembled.

Hundreds of thousands of troops marched in a mighty procession toward Jiuli.

On the shore of the East China Sea.

At the summit of the Martial Arts Heavenly Stele.

Xuan Du stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the void as he looked down at the army that had gone far away.

It landed on the figure in black armor.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

"Xuanyuan, go."

"Go do what you're supposed to do."

He looked up and gazed in the direction of Chendu.

There, in the royal palace, hundreds of tribal chiefs lived in peace.

Some people are content with their lot, while others are itching to make a move.

Xuandu took a step forward.

The void rippled silently.

The next second, at the Chendu Royal Palace.

The void distorted slightly, and a figure in green robes slowly materialized.

Xuan Du stood at the highest point of the palace, his hands behind his back.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the rows of mansions below.

There were hundreds of auras there.

Some are as calm as water, while others surge like a tide.

Xuan Du smiled slightly.

"With me here, who dares to move?"

The three words fell like the sound of a morning bell and an evening drum.

The restless energy within the mansion below abruptly ceased.

It felt as if an invisible hand was holding it down tightly.

Unable to move.

Jiuli.

battlefield.

Yinglong stood before the army, dressed in white, his long sword drawn.

On the opposite side, Chi You led eighty-one brothers, along with generals such as Feng Bo, Yu Shi, and Xing Tian, ​​who were lined up in battle formation.

The two armies faced each other, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

"Yinglong".

Chi You spoke, his voice like rolling thunder: "Xuanyuan dares not come himself, but only sends you to your death?"

Yinglong's expression remained unchanged: "Why would His Majesty need to come in person to kill you?"

Chi You sneered, "You're courting death."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

Eighty-one brothers stepped forward in unison.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, causing the earth to tremble.

Eighty-one auras intertwined into a net, crushing towards Yinglong.

Yinglong's expression changed slightly.

All eighty-one brothers are at least Golden Immortals.

With their combined strength, even a quasi-saint would find it difficult to withstand them.

But he cannot back down.

Because behind him was an army of 100,000.

Because he is a dragon, he never retreats.

"kill!"

Yinglong roared and swung his longsword.

A sword light, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, slashed straight towards Chi You.

Chi You snorted coldly and threw a punch to meet the attack.

The sword light and the fist energy collided and exploded with a loud bang.

Wherever the aftershocks passed, the earth cracked and rocks flew away.

Yinglong retreated several steps, his blood and qi churning.

Chi You remained motionless, his blood-red eyes filled with contempt.

"Is that all you've got?"

He raised his hand again.

Eighty-one brothers joined forces.

Eighty-one deadly moves poured down like a torrential rain.

Yinglong gritted his teeth and wildly brandished his longsword.

The sword light formed a net, protecting his entire body.

But those eighty-one killing moves were too dense and too fierce.

The sword net begins to crumble.

Yinglong began to suffer new injuries.

One.

Two paths.

Three paths.

The sight of white clothes stained with blood was shocking.

"Yinglong!"

A voice came from afar.

The sound was like thunder, shaking the battlefield.

Yinglong was startled and turned around abruptly.

In the distance, smoke and dust obscured the sun.

Hundreds of thousands of troops marched in a mighty procession.

Before the army, a figure clad in black armor galloped at full speed on horseback.

Xuanyuan.

Yinglong's eyes welled up with tears: "Your Majesty!"

Xuanyuan rode up and landed beside Yinglong.

He raised his eyes and looked at Chi You.

A murderous intent surged within those deep eyes.

"Chi You, I have arrived."

Chi You sneered, "It's good that you're here; saves me the trouble of looking for you."

Xuanyuan didn't waste any words.

He raised his hand, and his longsword was drawn.

It was a crimson longsword, with innate Dao patterns flowing across its blade, radiating a fiery aura.

Xuanyuan Sword.

A sacred artifact of humanity, formed from human virtues and merits.

With this sword in hand, one can slay demons and evil spirits, and restore order to the world.

Chi You stared at the sword, a hint of apprehension flashing in his blood-red eyes.

He sensed it.

The power of humanity contained within that sword was enough to injure him.

Even kill him.

"kill!"

Xuanyuan roared and swung his sword.

A crimson sword light, like the blazing sun in the sky, slashed straight towards Chi You.

Chi You gritted his teeth and threw a punch to meet the attack.

The sword light and the fist energy collided and exploded with a loud bang.

This time, it wasn't Xuanyuan who retreated.

It was Chi You.

He staggered back several steps, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash on his fist.

Dark red blood dripped onto the ground.

"impossible!"

Chi You was speechless, his bloodshot eyes filled with disbelief.

He is at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.

Xuanyuan was only at the early stage of Quasi-Saint.

Why did you hurt him?

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

That smile was cold, like ancient ice.

"Because I am the Emperor of Man."

The five words fell like a decree from heaven and earth.

On the Xuanyuan Sword, the power of humanity and merit erupted.

The crimson light illuminated the entire battlefield.

It illuminated the army of 100,000.

It illuminates the lives of eighty-one brothers.

It illuminates the Wind God, the Rain Master, and Xing Tian.

It illuminates Chiyou.

Chi You's pupils suddenly contracted.

He sensed it.

That light contained a power he could not resist.

That is the power of humanity.

It is the embodiment of the thoughts and ideas of billions of people.

It was Chi You's supreme power that he could not resist.

"No!"

Chi You roared and desperately urged his primordial energy.

But the crimson sword light grew stronger and stronger.

The sense of oppression grew stronger and stronger.

The scent of death drew ever closer.

"boom!"

As the sword light fell, Chi You was sent flying backward.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was left on his chest, from which dark red blood gushed forth like a spring.

He collapsed to the ground, struggling to get up.

But the wound was too deep, the injury too severe, and the source of life had been exhausted.

He couldn't stand up.

Chi You raised his eyes and looked at Xuanyuan.

Those bloodshot eyes were filled with resentment.

"You...you can't kill me."

"I am the leader of the Jiuli."

"I am the supreme leader of the human tribes."

Xuanyuan looked at him, his gaze calm.

No, you are not.

"Humanity has only one supreme ruler."

"That is me."

As the sound faded, the Xuanyuan Sword swung down.

The crimson sword light sliced ​​through Chi You's neck.

A head, soaring high into the air.

Dark red blood sprayed across the sky.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Eighty-one brothers, their faces pale.

The 100,000-strong Jiuli army knelt on the ground.

Those who surrender will not be killed!

Xuanyuan spoke, and his voice resounded throughout the land.

The Jiuli army knelt down in unison.

From this moment on, the Jiuli ceased to exist.

From this moment on, humanity has only one supreme ruler.

That is Xuanyuan.