System Auction Shop, I'll sell out across all realms!

The Imperial Palace of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Inside the imperial study, Qin Batian's aura was significantly stronger than before.

His eyes were sharp and his spirits were high, making him look more than ten years younger.

Since obtaining the sixth-grade superior cultivation technique, the Sky-Splitting Scripture, he has been cultivating diligently day and night, almost without sleep.

His spiritual power surged daily, his meridians widened, his dantian deepened, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

Qin Batian rubbed his fingertips against the teacup, his eyes burning with fervor.

With this heaven-defying technique, he will surely break through to the King Realm before long!

By then, the Great Yan Dynasty will be able to completely shed its reputation as a second-rate power.

It has risen to the top tier in Qingzhou, standing on equal footing with the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Manor.

Those who once mocked and belittled the Great Yan Dynasty will all have to shut up!

Before attempting to break through to a higher realm, he needed to clear away a disgusting matter.

The Great Japanese Dynasty.

This tiny country, though weak, is a persistent and haunting presence.

In a direct confrontation, the Great Yan could fight three against one.

However, the people of the Great Sun Dynasty were extremely despicable; if they couldn't win, they would hide.

They would plunder the border and then run away. Even after surrendering, they wouldn't stop, like a fly that couldn't be driven away, bothering him for years.

He had previously been patient, fearing that war would deplete the country's strength and allow others to take advantage of the situation.

Now that he possesses a top-tier cultivation technique and his cultivation level has greatly increased, he is full of confidence and no longer wants to endure it.

What enraged him even more was the auction.

That damned eunuch, Tajiro, from the Great Japanese Dynasty actually dared to raise the price against him and embarrass him in public.

How dare a eunuch from a small country run wild and act arrogantly on his head?

"Snap!"

Enraged, Qin Batian crushed the teacup in his hand, splashing hot tea all over the desk, but he didn't even notice.

He abruptly stood up, strode out of the imperial study, and shouted in a deep voice, "Guards!"

The captain of the guards immediately rushed over and knelt on one knee.

"Pass on my order: assemble the personal guard immediately."

"Send word to all the retainers, including Ye Zhenshan and Han Qianqiu, to gather their men and join me on this expedition!"

The head guard was taken aback and instinctively asked, "Your Majesty, where are we going?"

A ruthless killing intent curled at the corner of Qin Batian's lips, and his words were icy cold:

"The Great Sun Dynasty".

The head guard dared not ask any further questions, accepted the order, and turned to relay it.

Because he had this intention for a long time...

The palace instantly sprang into action.

Qin Ziwei rushed over upon hearing the commotion, her face full of worry: "Father, what happened?"

Qin Batian waved his hand, his tone casual, yet carrying an undeniable resolve:

"It's nothing, Dad's just out running some errands, he'll be back soon."

Before Qin Ziwei could ask any more questions, he had already mounted his horse.

Hundreds of elite warriors, riding spirit beasts, followed closely behind.

The thunderous roar of hooves shook the earth as the group sped towards the border of the Great Sun Dynasty.

Qin Batian took the lead, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

His eyes flashed with a cold light, his heart filled with an uncontrollable ferocity.

Dainichi Dynasty, Tianjiro.

Are you ready with the gift for me?

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The atmosphere in the Golden Palace of the Great Japanese Dynasty was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Tajiro knelt in the center of the main hall, his forehead pressed tightly to the ground, his official robes soaked with cold sweat.

He was trembling like a leaf, barely daring to breathe.

On the throne sat the ruler of the Great Sun Dynasty—Emperor Kojiro.

This man was only 1.4 meters tall, and sitting on the large golden throne, he looked particularly comical.

Its two short legs dangled in the air, unable to reach the ground.

Her tiny, beady eyes were narrowed to slits, her gaze both sinister and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine.

He slowly twirled a string of jade beads between his fingers, and with each twirl, the atmosphere in the hall grew colder.

The attendants on either side dared not even breathe loudly.

Say it again.

Kojiro's voice was high-pitched, thin, and harsh.

Tajiro trembled all over, his voice shaking uncontrollably:

"Your Majesty... I failed to obtain the sixth-grade superior treasure."

"Who stole it?"

"Yes, it's Qin Batian of the Great Yan Dynasty."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

next second.

"Snapped!"

Kojiro crushed the jade beads, scattering them all over the ground with a crackling sound.

"Jiuga Yalu!"

Four words, as cold as ice.

Tajiro immediately fell to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, and even started to cry:

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger! I have done my best!"

"The prices at the Heavenly Auction House are too high, and I don't have enough spirit stones. Besides, I've sent you messages many times, but you haven't replied!"

Kojiro jumped straight off the throne.

He's too short; he can only jump, he can't step down.

After landing, he walked up to Tajiro with his hands behind his back and looked up at him.

He only reached Tajiro's waist in height, but his fierce aura was so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe.

"You mean it's my fault?"

Tajiro froze, too afraid to speak or move.

"I gave you a task, and you messed it up, and you dare blame me?"

Kojiro's voice suddenly rose, and he shouted angrily, "Shika yarou!"

"You bunch of useless trash!"

He reached out and pinched Tajiro's chin, forcibly lifting his face.

Seeing the other person's pathetic state with tears streaming down their face, Kojiro felt nothing but disgust.

She shook her hand away and let go, even wiping her fingers on his clothes.

"Useless thing."

Tajiro lay motionless on the ground, too afraid to move.

Kojiro paced back and forth in the hall, his steps small and quick, like a restless chicken.

After walking around several times, he suddenly stopped.

"Are you sure it's the Great Yan Dynasty?"

"Yes, yes."

"Qin Batian, that big guy?"

"Yes."

Kojiro touched his smooth, beardless chin, his beady eyes darting around, and suddenly he smiled.

Those who witnessed this felt even more uneasy.

This man's laughter is more terrifying than his anger.

Having had a sixth-grade superior treasure stolen, he clearly had no intention of letting it go so easily.

Tajiro lay on the ground, his back drenched in cold sweat.

He had followed Kojiro for over a decade and knew all too well how ruthless the man was.

He appears short, but he is vicious and ruthless.

Just then.

With a loud bang, the main hall door was suddenly pushed open.

A guard stumbled in, knelt on one knee, and shouted urgently:

"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"

"The Great Yan Dynasty's army has advanced to the border! They're clearly here to provoke us!"

"What?"

Kojiro's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a furrowed brow.

Tajiro suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open.

Qin Batian... has personally led his troops here?

Chaos erupted instantly inside the hall; the guards turned pale and gripped their sword hilts.

A flicker of panic flashed in Kojiro's eyes, so quick that no one noticed.

The next second, he forced himself to calm down, took two more steps with his hands behind his back, and deliberately raised his voice to pretend to be calm.

"What's the panic!"

"He's just Qin Batian, does he really dare to make a move?"

"If I go to see him in person, would he dare to disrespect me?"

These words sound tough, but those who know him well can tell that it's all just bluster.

Tajiro looked at his thin, short back, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He was absolutely fed up with this brat!

Kojiro tidied his perfectly neat robes several times, then delayed for a moment before stepping outside.

Outside the palace gates, the imperial carriage was already prepared.

The coachman lay down on the ground to serve as a footstool for Kojiro.

Kojiro climbed onto the carriage by stepping on people's backs.

The carriage was luxurious and soft. He leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and looked gloomy.

Why did Qin Batian come in person?

However, a single sixth-tier treasure is not worth his overwhelming force.

unless……

That's just an excuse.

Kojiro suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with unease.

He comforted himself, thinking it was nothing, just a verbal argument that would end after a few words.

But he knew better than anyone else.

Done

Don't come any closer!

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