Chapter 207

Time flies like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed.

As time continued to pass, the world-renowned Military Saint Ye Ye Baikui gradually recaptured the cities that had been taken by Liyang, and following the Chu Emperor's edict, marched south all the way to capture the territory that had once belonged to Liyang.

At the same time, upon hearing that the Chu army was pressing on the border, the various armies originally belonging to the Liyang Dynasty were all terrified.

A person's name is like the shadow of a tree; Ye Ye Baikui was the head of the four great generals of the era. After joining the army, he had experienced hundreds of battles without a single defeat, almost always achieving total victory, and thus was ranked as the Military Armor among the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Armors.

Now that the Northern Liang army had been destroyed, and Xu Xiao and Gu Gu Jiantang, who were also among the four great generals, had died at the hands of Wu Xian, looking at the whole world, besides the barbarians of the Northern Wilds grasslands, who else dared to contend with Ye Ye Baikui on the battlefield?

And because the Zhao royal bloodline was extinct, the Liyang Dynasty existed in name only. Therefore, whenever the Chu army passed through a city, the defending armies mostly collapsed without a fight, and those commanding generals cried and begged for mercy, shouting that they had drifted for half their lives without meeting a wise lord, essentially doing whatever they pleased.

Of course, there were some stubborn hard bones among them, but Ye Ye Baikui didn't indulge them, directly using his world-leading military strategy to beat these idiots until they doubted their lives and couldn't even recognize their own mothers.

Just like that, the army pushed forward all the way, taking only two months to reach the outskirts of Taian City.

Regarding this, the Chief Councilor Zhang Zhang Julu had long been prepared, taking the initiative to open the city gates, waiting on behalf of the Liyang officials and major clans, and presenting a letter of surrender to the Chu Kingdom, asking only for the Chu Emperor to show mercy and not to kill them all.

From then on, the name Liyang became history. The Chu Kingdom truly became the final winner of the Spring and Autumn chaos, unifying the Central Plains once again after the Great Feng Dynasty, and the people of the world were about to welcome a long-lost peaceful time.

Peace in the world!

These four simple words were very unfamiliar to the people of this world.

It was only because there were immortals from the heavens causing trouble in secret, using various means to incite disputes, that this land rarely had a long-lasting and stable unified dynasty.

Only in this way could those immortals conveniently fish for fortune to increase their own cultivation realms.

However, now, because of the appearance of a certain intrusive stone, this chess game, which was as filthy as a quagmire, finally had a glimmer of possibility for clearing away the silt.

Back to the main topic.

The war had ended, the dynasty was newly established, and everything was in a state of waiting to be rebuilt, but there were inevitably undercurrents.

For example, the remnants of the five kingdoms once destroyed by Xu Xiao and the various secret hands left by the people of the heavens over the past millennium, as well as the peeking and infiltration from the Northern Wilds grasslands—these people and forces would never sit idly by and watch the Chu Kingdom grow steadily.

It must be known that destruction is always easier than construction. Just like the Liyang Dynasty in the original work, even though they acted as dogs for the people of the heavens together with Long Long Hushan, they still didn't unify the world for thirty years before disputes arose again, facing the crisis of a million Northern Wilds troops trampling the Central Plains.

Now that it had been replaced by the Great Chu, the result would likely not be much better, and a similar future would, nine times out of ten, play out all over again.

If there were no accidents...

Wu Xian poking his head. JPG

After half a year, this long-silent Great Chu Imperial Preceptor, Yuan Shi Da Luo Tian, the world's number one martial maniac, had once again created a big piece of news. The news spread like a whirlwind across the entire Jianghu, shaking the whole world.

It was said that just a few days ago, Wu Xian suddenly appeared in the Northern Wilds grasslands, heading north all the way toward the Northern Wilds Royal Court, his purpose clear to all.

And in order to deal with this world number one who was said to have slaughtered an army of four hundred thousand, the Northern Wilds Royal Court was naturally extremely serious, having long since set up a net of heaven and earth on his path.

However, it was of no use. Whether it was the many powerful martial artists of the First Rank or the hundreds of thousands of Northern Wilds cavalry, they could not stop his footsteps. Instead, they were crushed into mud in the process of blocking the road, and the grassland for a hundred miles around was dyed a blood-red color!

Another day later, Wu Xian arrived at the Northern Wilds Royal Court, broke directly into the palace, and blew up the head of the Northern Wilds Emperor. Hundreds of high-level nobles were buried with him.

When the news reached the Central Plains, although everyone was shocked, they did not find it particularly unbelievable.

After all, Wu Xian had already done something similar before; now it was just history repeating itself, which was a basic operation, and they only needed to be responsible for clapping and marveling.

However, the matter was far from over. Since that day, Wu Xian began to travel through the Northern Wilds Jianghu on foot. Wherever his fist passed, he was invincible. Even the peerless grandmasters who were famous throughout the world could only drink hatred and perish under Wu Xian's iron fist.

Like the Daoist Sect's Qilin True Person, whose name was heard even in the Central Plains Jianghu and who was said to have long been a Terrestrial Immortal-level figure, he was sitting at home when disaster came from the heavens. Wu Xian found him and sent him to the Western Heaven with one punch.

Similar scenes were everywhere. As long as they were famous and had extraordinary strength and backgrounds, they were all wiped out by Wu Xian one by one.

In an instant, the martial arts level of the entire Northern Wilds Jianghu plummeted. First-rank martial artists were almost extinct, and the various first-class or super-first-class sects were either destroyed or withered as a result, their Daoist traditions completely severed.

Facing such a good thing, the martial artists of the Liyang Jianghu clapped and cheered, but before they could be happy for long, Wu Xian returned to the Central Plains Jianghu and began similar operations...

"When my fist comes out, it is like the sun in the sky; all martial artists in the world, just kowtow!"

This was what Wu Xian said after walking into Wudicheng and knocking down Wang Wang Xianzhi with one punch. Not long after, it spread throughout the Jianghu, causing envy and jealousy among countless martial artists, who wished they could take his place.

At the same time, this sentence also became the nightmare of their later lives, and their martial arts would never be able to make any progress in the future, which could be said to have achieved the additional effect of killing the person and punishing the heart.

Everyone thought that Wu Xian's move was to break the spines of the martial artists to satisfy his own perverted satisfaction.

Little did they know that those Jianghu forces or martial arts experts he eliminated were basically connected to the people of the heavens and were the secret pieces they left in the human world. A typical example was the South Sea Guanyin Sect, which was the sect where Xu Fengnian's previous life was located.

And besides removing these chess pieces, Wu Xian also intended to clean up the current Jianghu.

After many years of Spring and Autumn chaos, the Jianghu had long since become foul and smoky, no better than the Huishan Great Snow Terrace of the past. It was time to sweep it up, have a destruction followed by construction, and then reintegrate these Jianghu fortunes to cultivate more, stronger, and more trustworthy martial artists to lay a good foundation for the future battle against the heavens.

(End of chapter)