My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The two guards immediately turned around and soon dragged over a Japanese nobleman covered in mud and dressed like a ball, throwing him in front of Qin Qiong and Cheng Yaojin like a dead dog.

"Uncle Bao, I dug this grandson out of a hidden cave on the way. He's dressed like a respectable man, he must be a high-ranking official."

Cheng Yaojin stomped on the fat man's stomach, causing him to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Where's the translator accompanying the army? Come over here and ask who's in charge of this mountain of silver!"

The translator quickly jogged forward, squatted down, and began to question the man sternly in Japanese.

The fat nobleman looked at the fierce-looking Tang soldiers around him and knew that he was doomed today.

He seemed to want to reclaim some of the dignity that belonged to the nobility before he died. He struggled to raise his head and roared a long string of words at the interpreter with all his might.

As the translator listened, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead and nose.

"Speak! What nonsense is this grandson spouting!" Cheng Yaojin urged impatiently.

The interpreter swallowed hard, raised his head shakily, glanced at the light screen, and then at the two dukes in front of him.

"Reporting to...reporting to the Duke," the interpreter stammered, "He said...he said this land, including this silver mountain, is the most sacred and inviolable territory of their Great Japan..."

"I don't want to hear this nonsense!" Cheng Yaojin cursed angrily.

"I'll ask him which bastard controls this mountain of silver!"

"He...he said that this silver mountain is the private property of their king..." The interpreter's voice grew softer and softer, until it almost broke into a sob.

"What is the king's name?" Qin Qiong sensed the interpreter's fear and asked in a deep voice.

The translator lay on the ground, his eyes tightly shut, and desperately uttered a name that would have been a capital offense in the Tang Dynasty.

"He said... their ruler is called the Emperor!"

boom!

The moment those two words were uttered, the atmosphere in the entire valley instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Qin Qiong's pupils contracted sharply, and Cheng Yaojin's foot, which was pressing on the fat nobleman's belly, froze.

Emperor.

The chosen one of Heaven, with imperial power and dominance, in the Tang Dynasty, even Li Shimin dared not easily use the word "Heaven" to define his throne. He could only be called the Son of Heaven, or the Heavenly Khan.

And this group of uncivilized monkeys hiding on the island, who don't even have proper clothes, this group of swindlers who use rags to cheat people out of food and drink, actually dare to call themselves "Emperors"!

This is to trample the emperor of the Tang Dynasty underfoot, this is to defecate on the neck of the legitimate Central Plains!

Inside the Manna Hall.

Li Shimin held the water mirror tightly, and those two words entered his ears without any obstruction through the magic array.

Reason completely collapsed at that moment.

All the grandeur of a celestial empire and the majesty of an emperor were shattered by those two words.

Li Shimin kicked over the brocade stool in front of him, gripped the edge of the imperial desk tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned pale, and the anger in his chest turned into a deafening roar.

"Emperor?!"

As Li Shimin roared, the light curtain in the air above the valley began to distort violently.

Li Chen's illusory image was pushed aside, and Li Shimin's distorted roar, caused by extreme rage, came from the light screen. The sound was so loud that it shook the rocks on the mountain wall, causing them to fall down in a rustling sound.

"I am the Heavenly Khan! These monkeys hiding in the mud dare to call themselves Emperor before me?!"

"Kill! Slaughter them all! Leave not a single one alive!"

Inside the light screen, Li Shimin's voice was heavy with panting. He frantically pounded on the water mirror, as if he wanted to unleash his fury onto the island through the formation.

"Bring the Crown Prince to me! Switch the message to that rebellious son!" Li Shimin roared at Li Chen on the screen.

Li Chen pursed his lips, took out another crystal, and casually crushed it.

The screen flashed, and the scene instantly switched to a burning ruin.

Li Chengqian, covered in blood, was carrying a horse spear, with three chopped-up boy corpses under his feet, panting heavily with a fierce expression.

"Father?" Li Chengqian was stunned when he saw Li Shimin's voice suddenly coming from the light screen.

"Li Chengqian!" Li Shimin's roar landed squarely on the Crown Prince's face.

"You were too slow! You weren't ruthless enough! You weren't cruel enough! You'd better get back to Chang'an right now and oversee the country!"

Li Chengqian was completely dumbfounded by the scolding, and he almost dropped the lance in his hand.

"I will personally lead the expedition!" Li Shimin roared furiously from the other side of the screen, slamming his fist on the table.

"I'm going to come and replace you! I'm going to personally skin that damned Emperor alive and make him into a war drum!"

"Immediately! Get back here now and replace him! Do you hear me?"

Li Chengqian panicked when he heard that someone was to be replaced.

He finally got this chance to vent his knowledge of the future, so how could he possibly be willing to go back and review memorials for his father?

"Father, you mustn't!" Li Chengqian shouted, wiping the blood from his face and yelling at the screen with red eyes.

"Your subject will not go back! Your subject can still kill! Your subject will lead men and march day and night to kill your way there, and you can cut off that damned Emperor's head and use it as a football!"

Before Li Shimin could continue his tirade, Li Chengqian roared at Qin Huaidao and the five hundred guards behind him.

"Did you all hear that?! His Majesty complains we're killing too slowly!"

"All troops, march at full speed! Push forward! If you encounter a fortified town, don't report it, just set the gates on fire! Charge in and kill everyone you see! Chop off all those who can still breathe!"

Li Chengqian's shout not only startled his own soldiers, but also reached the ears of Qin Qiong, Cheng Yaojin, and Li Jing and Yuchi Gong on the other side through the formation.

At this moment, the Five Gods of War of the Tang Dynasty went completely mad.

The emperor is going to personally vie for kills? This is outrageous! There are only so many spots and so few points. If Old Li comes along, they won't even get a sip of soup!

"Let's go! Let's go quickly!" Cheng Yaojin grabbed Qin Qiong's arm, jumping up and down in a panic.

"Forget about Yinshan for now, just leave a few people to keep watch! Hurry up and kill our way forward! We can't let anyone else get all the points!"

The once steady and reliable Xuanjia Army of the Tang Dynasty was thrown into a frenzied infighting after Li Shimin's angry roar and Li Chengqian's refusal to return to the country.

The five-hundred-man formation, no longer caring about their strength, strode forward like five starving prehistoric beasts, relentlessly sweeping towards the heart of the island.

Li Chen sat atop the high roof ridge and severed the communication array.

He stood up, patted the hem of his robe, and looked up towards the very center of the island.

There is a huge mountain that is covered in snow all year round.

"Since you're here to get rid of pests," Li Chen said with a cruel smile, his figure slowly rising into the air.

"What's the point of killing only those on the surface? I'll uproot the roots of your island as well today."

The longsword emitted a clear sword cry in mid-air, and Li Chen transformed into a white streak of light, flying straight towards the summit of the snow-capped mountain.