Chapter 207: When My Fist Strikes, It Shines Like the Midday Sun—All Martial Men of the World Must Kneel!

Time flew by, days and months slipping like a shuttle, and before long, three more months had passed.

As time continued to pass, the famed military sage Ye Baikui gradually reclaimed cities once seized by Liyang, and, following the Chu Emperor's orders, marched southward to conquer territories that had once belonged to Liyang.

Meanwhile, upon hearing that Chu's massive army was advancing, the various military forces formerly loyal to Liyang were filled with terror.

A man's name casts a shadow; Ye Baikui had always been the foremost of the Four Great Generals of the age, having fought over a hundred battles since joining the army, never once losing, and nearly always achieving overwhelming victories, earning him the title of Military Prodigy among the Thirteen Greats of the Spring and Autumn era.

Now that the Beiliang army had been destroyed, and the other two of the Four Great Generals, Xu Xiao and Gu Jiantang, had both fallen to Wu Xian's hands, across the entire world, aside from the barbarians of the Beimang steppes, who dared challenge Ye Baikui on the battlefield?

Moreover, with the Zhao imperial bloodline utterly extinguished, Liyang had long since ceased to exist as a real power; thus, whenever Chu's army passed through a city, the defending forces usually collapsed without a fight, and their commanders wept and begged for mercy, crying that they had wandered half a lifetime without a true lord, all of them eager to surrender wholeheartedly.

Of course, there were some stubborn hardheads among them; Ye Baikui did not indulge them—he crushed these fools with his peerless military tactics, leaving them so shattered they could no longer recognize their own mothers.

Thus, the army swept forward without pause, reaching the outskirts of Tai'an City in just two months.

In response, Grand Chancellor Zhang Jule had already prepared; he personally opened the city gates, representing Liyang's ministers and great clans to await Wu Xian's arrival, submitting a surrender tablet and pleading only that the Chu Emperor show mercy and not exterminate them utterly.

From then on, the name Liyang vanished forever from history; Chu became the true final victor of the Spring and Autumn wars, unifying the Central Plains once again after the Da Feng Dynasty, and the people of the world were about to welcome a long-awaited era of peace.

Peace across the land!

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

Because celestial immortals behind the scenes stirred up conflict through various means, preventing any long-lasting unified dynasty from taking root on this land.

Only then could these immortals conveniently fish for cosmic fortune, using it to enhance their own cultivation realms.

But now, due to the intrusion of a single rogue pebble, this murky, stagnant game board had finally gained a chance to be cleansed of its mire.

Back to the matter at hand.

With war ended and the dynasty newly established, everything lay in ruins, awaiting revival—but beneath the surface, hidden currents still churned.

For instance, the remnants of the five kingdoms destroyed by Xu Xiao, the hidden hands left by celestial beings over a thousand years, and the watchful eyes and infiltration from the Beimang steppes—all these forces would never stand idly by as Chu grew strong.

One must remember: destruction is always easier than construction. Just as in the original timeline, even though Liyang had served as a dog to Long Hushan and the celestial beings, it still fell into chaos within thirty years of unification, facing the crisis of a million Beimang cavalry trampling the Central Plains.

Now that Chu has taken its place, the outcome will likely be no better; the same future will almost certainly replay itself.

Unless something unexpected happens…

Wu Xian pokes his head out. PG

After half a year of silence, this long-dormant Grand Master of Chu, Yuan Shi Da Luo Tian, the world's foremost martial madman, once again stirred up a massive sensation—the news spread like a whirlwind, sweeping through the entire martial world and shaking the entire realm.

Just a few days ago, Wu Xian suddenly appeared on the Beimang steppes, marching northward toward the Beimang royal court, his intent glaringly obvious.

To counter this man—the so-called killer of four hundred thousand troops, the world's greatest—the Beimang royal court took it with utmost seriousness, laying an inescapable net along his inevitable path.

But it was useless. Whether it was numerous first-rank martial experts or hundreds of thousands of Beimang iron cavalry, none could halt his advance; instead, those who blocked him were crushed into mud, and the grasslands for a hundred li turned crimson with blood.

One day later, Wu Xian arrived at the Beimang royal court, stormed the palace, shattered the Beimang Emperor's skull, and took with him to the grave hundreds of high-ranking nobles.

When the news reached the Central Plains, people were shocked—but not truly incredulous.

After all, Wu Xian had done this very thing before; now it was merely history repeating itself, a basic maneuver, and all they needed to do was applaud in awe.

But the matter was far from over. From that day onward, Wu Xian began walking the Beimang martial world, his fists sweeping all before him; even the most famed legendary masters of the realm fell before his iron fists.

Take the Qilin True Man of Daode Sect—he was known even in the Central Plains martial world, said to have reached the level of a terrestrial immortal. Yet he sat peacefully at home when disaster fell from the heavens: Wu Xian came to his door and punched him straight to the Western Paradise.

Similar scenes occurred everywhere: any martial expert with a name, reputation, and substantial power was systematically eliminated by Wu Xian.

Instantly, the martial standard of the entire Beimang world plummeted—first-rank martial experts nearly vanished, and major or supreme sects were either destroyed or withered to extinction, their lineages severed entirely.

Faced with this good fortune, martial artists from the former Liyang world clapped in delight—but before they could celebrate long, Wu Xian returned to the Central Plains martial world and began the same operations…

"When my fist strikes, it shines like the midday sun—all martial men of the world must kneel!"

These were Wu Xian's words after entering Wudicheng and smashing Wang Xianzhi with a single punch. Soon after, they spread across the entire martial world, stirring envy and jealousy among countless martial artists, who wished they could be him.

At the same time, these words became their lifelong nightmare—future progress in martial cultivation became impossible, achieving the extra effect of killing the spirit rather than the body.

Everyone assumed Wu Xian's actions aimed to break the martial world's backbone, satisfying his twisted desires.

What they did not know was that nearly all the martial sects and masters he eradicated had ties to the celestial beings—these were their hidden agents left on earth, with the most typical example being the Nanhai Guanyin Sect, the very sect where Xu Fengnian had been reborn in his past life.

Beyond removing these pawns, Wu Xian also intended to cleanse the current martial world.

After decades of Spring and Autumn warfare, the martial world had become a cesspool, no better than the old Huishan Snowy Terrace—it was time to sweep it clean, to break down before rebuilding, then reassemble these martial fortunes to cultivate more numerous, stronger, and more trustworthy martial artists, laying the foundation for the coming war against heaven.

(End of Chapter)