Chapter 893: Now That I Am an Enemy State, Who Can Fight?
Lanling City.
Above the Altar of Heaven, the new monarch burned the memorial to offer sacrifices to Heaven, and the blue smoke rose straight into the firmament.
When the war drums with coiled dragon patterns sounded, the slaughtered white ox and black pig were lifted onto the sacrificial furnace.
The imperial eunuch Feng Cheng stood below the Altar of Heaven, took out the imperial edict, and began to read:
"I, having received the mandate of Heaven,"
Feng Cheng's voice resounded across the Altar of Heaven square.
Before he could finish reading the edict, a message suddenly arrived from ten thousand miles away.
That they would spare no cost to the national fortune to transmit this message in time showed that this information was extremely important!
Qin Ziheng's expression shifted, and his already solemn and grave face grew even more heavy.
He cast a calm, unruffled glance at Wenren Zheng, who was standing below the Altar of Heaven.
"Consulting with you, my civil and military officials, you should embody my heart and work together to achieve supreme governance.
The common people of the four seas should settle into their occupations and enjoy peace and prosperity together.
Let this be proclaimed to the world, and let all obey.
Respect this!
The first day of the first month of the first year of Yuanxing."
As the final syllable faded, the civil and military officials shouted "Long live!" in unison.
On the Altar of Heaven, Qin Ziheng received the Imperial Jade Seal from the hands of the Chief Grand Secretary Ye Ze, and the sunlight illuminated the sun, moon, and stars woven into the shoulders of his imperial robes; those gold-threaded embroidered patterns seemed as if they would turn into reality and ascend to the nine heavens.
This was his moment!
In the depths of this new monarch's unknown heart, a conversation surfaced once again:
"It is too risky; I do not permit it!"
"Your Majesty, if you wish to break the deadlock, this is the best method. Your subject is willing to take this risk and is confident in being able to return alive."
"I cannot gamble with the future of the Great Lan Dynasty!"
"..."
This was the conversation between Li Fei and Qin Ziheng, conducted via secret arts through the transmission array within the imperial palace, immediately after the news of the Pudu Temple's plan to establish the Western Extreme Kingdom had spread.
The plan Li Fei proposed was too risky, leaving Qin Ziheng hesitant and indecisive.
That night, the new monarch stayed in the Imperial Study, unable to sleep all night.
He read the letter the late Emperor had left for him over and over again:
"... ou have been intelligent since childhood, yet you have excess caution and insufficient decisiveness."
This was the late Emperor's evaluation of him.
Qin Ziheng did not actually believe he lacked courage; it was only because he had sat in the position of Crown Prince, where he had to be extremely cautious.
If only given the chance, he could also be a great ruler of his generation!
However, when the pressure from all directions descended like a deluge, and various pieces of bad news arrived one after another, Qin Ziheng finally realized—
Being a great ruler of a generation was not so easy.
"If the Imperial Father were still on the throne, what would he do?"
Qin Ziheng could not help but think this.
If the late Emperor were on the throne, having initially agreed to Li Fei's proposal to "endure for three years," he would not have changed course later, nor would he have allowed the "pro-war faction" and "pro-peace faction" in the court to become so divided, to the point where even the Chief Grand Secretary no longer supported him!
If the late Emperor were on the throne and decided to fight, perhaps he would not have even needed Li Fei to take the initiative to propose such a risky plan; he would have already issued the order and staked all his chips!
It was he who had agreed to Li Fei's "endure for three years" at the start.
It was also he who could no longer endure when the whole world became his enemy, war broke out on three borders, and the seven kingdoms of the Western Continent applied pressure.
Now that Li Fei had proposed a plan, it was still he who dared not make the decision to go all out.
Qin Ziheng had to admit that he truly lacked the late Emperor's boldness.
It was not until Li Fei arrived at the Northern Border, persuaded Prince Cheng Qin Shixian, and single-handedly repelled an army of fifty thousand Northern Barbarians,
that Qin Ziheng finally made his decision.
On the Altar of Heaven, the new monarch looked up at the sky.
All the chips were already on the table.
From here on, there was nothing left but to wait for the result to be revealed.
If he won, he would reap a massive reward.
If he lost, there might be the calamity of a fallen nation!
Western Extreme Province, atop Pudu Mountain.
One hundred thousand bluestone steps descended from the sea of clouds, and seventy-two peaks stood like the palms of a giant Buddha joined together.
The rosy light pierced through nine layers of scripture banners, gilding this holy land of Buddhism.
Tens of thousands of believers in ochre-red robes prostrated on the ground, the cinnabar on their foreheads flickering with each kowtow, and the deep, resonant chanting of scriptures reverberated between the thousand-fathom cliffs, actually condensing into visible, pale-gold sound waves!
A Sanskrit bell exploded from the void, and millions of golden lotuses burst forth from the rock crevices.
The scriptures filling the sky suddenly converged into golden threads, weaving a crown of the void adorned with Mani jewels at the mountain peak—
The new King of the Western Extreme shall accept this unprecedented mandate of Heaven when the Buddha lotuses have fully bloomed!
Inside the main hall of Pudu Temple, Qin Zihong was kneeling before the Buddha statue, chanting scriptures toward the green lamp before the Buddha.
In a trance, he felt many ethereal yet grand and majestic things gathering toward this place.
Having become the Western Extreme King and the first ruler of the Buddhist Kingdom, Qin Zihong's personal fortune was now closely linked to the Buddhist fortune, so he understood—
This was the Buddhist fortune condensing!
In that battle at Lanling City, Jingheng had wanted to "occupy the magpie's nest," merging the thousand-year fortune of Buddhism into the national fortune of the Great Lan Dynasty, directly turning the Great Lan Dynasty into a Buddhist Kingdom.
The attempt failed at the last moment, causing the Buddhist fortune to be wasted in vain, and because he was defeated in the "struggle for power," a large amount of fortune was scattered.
Now, establishing the Western Extreme Kingdom had the benefit, at the level of fortune, of being able to re-condense the scattered fortune.
But from now on, Buddhist fortune would be national fortune; the Buddhist school would never again have the chance to "occupy the magpie's nest" and ascend to the heavens in one step.
To achieve the goal of the whole world being a Buddhist Kingdom, the only way was to let the Western Extreme Kingdom defeat and annex the Great Lan Dynasty.
The condensation of fortune certainly had its benefits, such as being beneficial to Jingheng's healing and cultivation.
But the drawback was that it made the weaknesses of the Buddhist school more concrete.
Because Buddhist fortune was national fortune, and national fortune was state affairs!
Inside the great hall, the green lamp before the Buddha suddenly shone with great brilliance.
A point of golden flame flew out from the lamp wick and landed on the center of Qin Zihong's brow, forming a golden swastika mark.
In an instant, Qin Zihong's aura surged.
His Dao foundation, 【True Dragon Descends to the World】, began to sublimate!
Inside the great hall, the Buddha Jingheng pressed his palms together, chanted scriptures in a low voice, and a vigorous true power was injected into Qin Zihong's body.
Qin Zihong's hands formed seals rapidly, and the aura on his body changed accordingly.
Qin Mingli, standing to the side, watched this scene with a sudden realization.
After deciding to let Qin Zihong become the Western Extreme King, Jingheng had taught him the first three forms of the "Ten Seals of Tathagata."
What Qin Zihong was performing at this moment was precisely the "Ten Seals of Tathagata."
【True Dragon Descends to the World】 was a legacy-level Dao foundation belonging to the Great Lan Dynasty's imperial family, and the first divine ability formed after breaking through the realm was its core divine ability, 【Dragon Transformation】.
But now, with the help of the Western Extreme Kingdom's national fortune, the Buddhist supreme art "Ten Seals of Tathagata," and Jingheng's assistance, the divine ability he condensed might not necessarily be 【Dragon Transformation】 anymore.
With the highest inheritance of the Great Lan Dynasty's imperial family combined with the supreme art of the Buddhist school, what kind of path would eventually be walked?
Qin Mingli was very interested in this.
A moment later, Qin Zihong's Dao foundation completed its sublimation, condensed a divine ability, and broke through from the Dao Foundation stage to become a Martial Arts Master!
"Amitabha, congratulations to the Western Extreme King."
Jingheng's gentle voice came.
Qin Zihong stood up, feeling the surging power within his body, and subconsciously clenched his fists.
Having broken through with the help of the Buddhist Kingdom's national fortune, he could continue to use the national fortune for cultivation in the future.
The Emperor of the Great Lan Dynasty, situated within the imperial palace's grand array, possessed peak combat power.
Although Qin Zihong, as the Western Extreme King, could not compare to that, as long as he was on Pudu Mountain, he could borrow the national fortune to possess the combat power of a Grandmaster.
Jumping from a Dao Foundation stage martial artist to the height of a top-tier powerhouse could truly be called ascending to the heavens in one step!
"Haha, hahahahaha—"
He suddenly burst into loud laughter, the sound echoing across the peak of Pudu Mountain.
He laughed until tears fell.
He had practiced martial arts since childhood and was one of the few among the imperial descendants who dared to risk his life and fight.
Decent talent, top-tier inheritance, and the guidance of a Martial Saint.
Qin Zihong had always viewed reaching the pinnacle as his goal.
It was a pity that although his martial arts talent was high, he could never compare to those peerless prodigies.
If he had broken through a few years earlier, or even become a Grandmaster, showing the momentum of someone likely to reach the top,
then the late Emperor might have truly considered passing the throne to him!
After all, a Martial Saint with the addition of national fortune would be like the Great Ancestor alive—truly invincible in the world, enough to sweep away everything!
With high enough talent, any reckless action is seen as courageous advancement and a grand trend.
Without enough talent, it only earns the evaluation of "having courage but no strategy."
When Qin Zihong chose to raise an army and rebel, had he not also hated himself?
The power he had once pursued so bitterly, he had finally obtained.
It was just that things were no longer the same.
Jing Heng looked at Qin Zihong with a gentle gaze, and only after the other had calmed his emotions did he speak:
"The ceremony is complete, follow me."
Qin Zihong nodded, using his internal strength to steam away the tears on his face.
When he followed Jing Heng out of the great hall, his expression was already solemn and full of majesty, with not a trace of weakness left.
As Jing Heng led Qin Zihong out of the great hall, golden lotuses appeared beneath their feet.
The two stepped on the golden lotuses, walking up into the high sky step by step.
Reaching the highest point, they could clearly see the believers prostrating and kowtowing at the foot of the mountain.
Tens of thousands of believers looked up one after another, gazing with full reverence at the two bathed in golden light.
At Jing Heng's signal, Qin Zihong stepped forward and spoke:
"My subjects, I am the King of the Western Extremity!"
"From this day forth, the Western Extremity Kingdom is established; all who are followers of the Buddha are subjects of the Buddha Kingdom."
"Ridiculous!!!"
A cold, piercing voice suddenly came from afar, interrupting Qin Zihong's words.
The tens of thousands of believers below looked at each other, not understanding why anyone would dare to be so disrespectful to the King of the Buddha Kingdom.
Qin Zihong's expression changed, and he looked up in astonishment.
He saw a rainbow light break through the sea of clouds, like an army of ten thousand charging, coming with monstrous killing intent!
On Pudu Mountain, the blooming golden lotuses began to tremble slightly.
One man like an army of ten thousand.
Before the person had even arrived, his momentum had already shaken the national destiny of the Buddha Kingdom!
Under the heavens, only one person could possess such might—
The 'God of War' of the Great Lan Dynasty, Wenren Zheng!
Jing Heng, standing to the side, stepped forward, his expression also becoming grave.
Today, the new monarch of the Great Lan Dynasty was holding his enthronement ceremony; he had not expected that Wenren Zheng would actually dare to leave Lanling City, travel thousands of miles, and come alone to slaughter his way to Pudu Temple?
Rumble—
The rainbow light rushed to within a thousand meters of Pudu Mountain, crashing into an invisible barrier like a strike against a great bell, the sound traveling for a thousand miles.
Ripples spread outward from the point of impact, shattering the clouds and mist, tearing through the gale, and disrupting the Buddhist chants filling the sky!
The person who had come finally revealed their figure—
Dressed in resplendent crimson battle armor, every acupuncture point on their body shone like a star, with the faint shadows of city passes flickering about them.
It was indeed Wenren Zheng!
"A mere speck of land, holding a few tens of thousands of troops, and you dare to call yourself a kingdom?"
Wenren Zheng's voice shook the heavens and earth, like thousands of blades clashing beside people's ears:
"What millennium-old great sect; you are nothing but clowns sitting in a well looking at the sky!"
"Today you establish a kingdom, and I alone shall oppose it!"
He spread his arms, his blood and Qi like a furnace, hanging high in the sky:
"Come, who will fight me?!"
Northern Territory.
Outside Moyuncheng.
A golden long river, carrying figures as vast as the sea and bearing a majestic martial Dao intent, came surging down to suppress everything!
Previously, when facing the Buddha light of the Buddha-Eye Heavenly King, Li Fei had been unable to dodge in time.
Now, facing this strike from the River-Suppressing Heavenly King, Li Fei could not dodge no matter how he tried!
Under the starry sky that night, Ning Qingman had ranked the top three of the current age:
Lin Tianyi was the undisputed first.
Wenren Zheng followed closely behind.
The third place should be between Tai Yu of the Daoist Great Luo Sect and the River-Suppressing Heavenly King of the Buddhist Pudu Temple.
Originally, the strength of Tai Yu and the River-Suppressing Heavenly King was even stronger, and they had a chance to contend with Wenren Zheng!
But the former was severely affected by the near-total disappearance of the Great Luo Sect's destiny.
The latter was affected by the suppression of the Buddhist faith.
Both of their strengths had been weakened.
But Ning Qingman believed that even after being weakened, both still had a chance to enter the top three in the world!
The River-Suppressing Heavenly King's Dao rule was named 【Ganges Martial Suppression】.
The more Buddhist martial arts there were in the world, the more profound they became.
The more people who practiced Buddhist martial arts, and the higher their realms,
The stronger the power of this long river would be!
This was a river of martial Dao symbolizing Buddhist martial arts!
With the Buddhist destiny damaged and temples across the world sealed, the River-Suppressing Heavenly King's cultivation realm would indeed be affected to a certain extent.
But the foundation of Buddhist martial arts had not been damaged, and the number of top experts practicing Buddhist martial arts had not decreased on a large scale.
Therefore, the River-Suppressing Heavenly King's combat power had not been weakened too much.
At a time when the Buddha Jing Heng's injuries had not yet healed and his strength had not returned to its peak, he was the strongest expert of the Buddhist faith today!
Facing the attack of this strongest Buddhist expert, Li Fei's heart was as still as water.
Before this battle began today, he had anticipated the possibility of being attacked by two of the Buddhist faith's top experts.
After all, it was easy to deduce that the Profound Heart True Lord would come to the Northern Territory with the Profound Dust True Person.
And with a top expert behind Li Fei, the Buddhist faith would need to send two top experts to ensure they could kill him.
"If the Buddhist faith truly sends two top experts to kill me, the Grand Marshal can strike directly at their heart while they are establishing their kingdom, crushing their spirit, severely damaging their prestige, and seizing the opportunity to deplete their national destiny!"
"If the Buddhist faith only sends one top expert, then the battle in the Northern Territory will surely be won!"
This was Li Fei's plan.
The reason he did not let Wenren Zheng come directly to the Northern Territory was that the Northern Territory was too far from Lanling City.
Once Wenren Zheng appeared in the Northern Territory, Jing Heng and Qin Mingli could immediately set off to slaughter their way to Lanling City and complete an attack before Wenren Zheng could rush back!
Although Lanling City was guarded by the Heavenly Blue Iron Cavalry, it might not necessarily remain unscathed when facing an attack from two top experts.
Once something went wrong in Lanling City, leading to further damage to the national destiny, the Great Lan Dynasty's momentum would be dealt another blow.
In the current situation where the whole world was an enemy, it was truly possible for the entire situation to collapse!
Therefore, Wenren Zheng could only secretly go to the Western Extremity Province.
This way, even if the Buddhist top experts planned to attack Lanling City, he could return in time to provide reinforcements.
But doing so still carried great risks.
The first was the safety of Lanling City.
The second was the safety of Wenren Zheng.
The third was the safety of Li Fei.
That was why Qin Ziheng had initially refused.
He could not accept it if any side went wrong!
"Well come—"
Beneath the firmament, Li Fei was clad in golden armor, like a divine sword in the sky, charging up to meet the surging long river!
The golden sword light pierced into the long river, the peerless sword intent and the vast, boundless martial Dao intent wearing each other down.
At the moment he struck with his sword, such a conversation surfaced in Li Fei's mind:
"I cannot gamble with the future of the Great Lan Dynasty!"
"If Your Majesty views me as the future of the country, you should know that only by pressing forward without hesitation can I be the first in history, and only then can the country prosper!"
Voluntarily placing himself in danger, insisting on using life and death as a stake to gamble on this game.
Li Fei did not regret it in the slightest.
Facing the attacking River-Suppressing Heavenly King, he only felt exhilarated!
Trapped in the long river, space was locked, and golden light filled his vision.
All around were figures practicing Buddhist martial arts, with vast power accumulating continuously.
The scorching martial Dao intent shone like the great sun, wearing down Li Fei's 【Primordial Sword Realm】 in every possible way!
Only by personally experiencing the River-Suppressing Heavenly King's Dao rule power did Li Fei understand why Ning Qingman had evaluated the other as being able to become one of the top three in the world.
Once suppressed by this martial Dao long river, all space-type divine abilities would fail, and everything from his body to his mind would be continuously worn away.
Furthermore, the power surging in from all directions was nearly endless, continuously accumulating and growing stronger!
As the heaven and earth spiritual energy poured in, it would continuously enhance the power of the other's long river until it reached its upper limit of endurance.
For experts like Li Fei and Boerhu who walked the 'Dao of Force', their power limit was their own capacity for endurance.
And the River-Suppressing Heavenly King's power limit was the limit of the millennium-old foundation of Buddhist martial arts!
With just one move, the River-Suppressing Heavenly King suppressed Li Fei.
He turned his head to look at the distant battlefield where Xuan Xin and the Heavenly King of Buddha Eye were fighting, feeling a bit of regret.
The original plan was to have Borhu force Xuan Xin to intervene and save Li Fei, exposing a flaw.
At that moment, he and the Heavenly King of Buddha Eye would join forces to find an opportunity to severely injure Xuan Xin.
In this way, this battle could not only kill Li Fei, but also provide a chance to kill the True Lord Xuan Xin!
"Amitabha, the sea of bitterness is boundless; turn back and you will reach the shore."
"Now that the Buddha Kingdom has been established, if you are willing to turn back, this seat will give you a chance to join the Xiji Kingdom!"
The Heavenly King of River Suppression stepped upon a golden long river, positioned at the highest point of the battlefield, his voice resounding across the field.
At this moment, True Lord Xuan Xin was entangled by the Heavenly King of Buddha Eye, and Li Fei was suppressed by the Heavenly King of River Suppression.
Even though Qin Shixian and the others held the upper hand, the Northern Barbarians still had Borhu who could join the battle.
Even if the Heavenly King of River Suppression did not make another move, the Northern Barbarians' chances of victory were still very high!
King Cheng, Qin Shixian, had already activated the 【Dragon Transformation】 divine ability, transforming into a golden dragon.
The golden dragon looked back, staring fixedly at the vast, mighty river beneath the feet of the Heavenly King of River Suppression.
He was waiting for Li Fei's backup plan.
Within the long river, Li Fei's blood souls were being consumed rapidly.
Before Borhu had even attacked, half of the blood souls within the Ten Thousand Blood Bead had already been exhausted, leaving only a little over 4, 00.
Later, after a round of fighting with Borhu, another 3, 00-plus were consumed.
Now, suppressed by the martial arts river of the Heavenly King of River Suppression, the blood souls were constantly being consumed, and the blood souls within the Ten Thousand Blood Bead were nearly depleted!
But the energy value of the Ten Thousand Blood Bead was also growing rapidly—
86% 90% 95% 100%!
The Ten Thousand Blood Bead leveled up, from level 65 to level 66.
The blood souls increased by 130, and the nearly exhausted Ten Thousand Blood Bead instantly reached a count of 8, 98 blood souls!
Adding the 3, 00 blood souls kept in the blood spring that had not yet been used, Li Fei's total blood soul count was close to 12, 00!
If he slowly waited for all these 12, 00 blood souls to be struck away by the Heavenly King of River Suppression and turned into energy, the Ten Thousand Blood Bead should be able to level up once more.
But Li Fei could not wait.
He knew that this was likely his only chance to level up on the spot during this battle.
As soon as the Ten Thousand Blood Bead finished leveling up, Li Fei immediately consumed 6, 00 blood souls to execute 【Sword Sacrifice】!
The power gained from the 3, 00 blood souls consumed earlier for 【Sword Sacrifice】 had not yet been exhausted, and now it was added to the power of this 6, 00-blood-soul 【Sword Sacrifice】.
This was the strongest moment in Li Fei's life!
The accumulated power was like a destroyed dam; the sword radiance tore through the long river, and phantom images were shattered one by one.
Li Fei soared into the sky from the long river!
"River Suppression? Can you suppress the mountains and rivers, can you suppress the world?"
Carrying the momentum of soaring into the sky, Li Fei looked down from above and took the initiative to kill the Heavenly King of River Suppression.
He transformed his body into a sword, the sword radiance piercing toward the opponent's throat!
This scene greatly boosted the morale of the Great Lan Dynasty experts present.
"Arrogant and ignorant!"
The Heavenly King of River Suppression wore a red cassock, his left arm exposed, muscles knotted and filled with an endless sense of power.
His exposed left arm pushed a palm forward, and the long river beneath his feet transformed into a barrier, blocking Li Fei's sword radiance.
Spring mountains turning to snow, summer thunder destroying cities, autumn plains turning to scorched earth, winter nights of eternal silence... the seasons changed, and the myriad phenomena shifted!
Countless images condensed into a single line of brilliant sword light—
【Ignorant of the Heavens' Height】!
However, within the golden long river blocking the front, there were also countless shifting images.
In terms of martial arts foundation, Li Fei's few years of cultivation could not compare to a thousand years of Buddhist martial arts!
【Ignorant of the Heavens' Height】 was filled by the boundless martial arts imagery.
Li Fei's strongest sword strike was blocked by the single palm of the Heavenly King of River Suppression, unable to advance an inch!
"What this seat suppresses is the long river of the world!"
The Heavenly King of River Suppression turned his left palm into a claw and grabbed at Li Fei from a distance.
From all directions, long rivers surged toward Li Fei.
But this time, Li Fei was prepared; after his sword strike, he took advantage of the split second when the Heavenly King of River Suppression turned from defense to offense and immediately used 【No Distance】 to escape while the space was being sealed!
The Heavenly King of River Suppression's eyes sharpened, realizing he had been tricked.
Just now, Li Fei had suddenly erupted with power beyond his expectations, breaking free from the river's suppression and aggressively attacking him.
This made him mistakenly believe that Li Fei had mastered some unknown, powerful trump card, so out of caution, he decided to defend for one move.
If it were any other top expert, the Heavenly King of River Suppression would not have been so cautious.
But after all, it was Li Fei.
As it turned out, after one move, Li Fei did not bring out any trump card that could threaten him.
It was clearly just a bluff, solely to fight for a chance to escape!
If Li Fei had chosen to escape the moment he broke the seal, he likely would not have gotten away.
But now, Li Fei had actually escaped!
"Truly courting death—"
The Heavenly King of River Suppression stepped on the long river, tore through the firmament again, and chased after Li Fei.
And Borhu did not stay behind to help the three Great Arhats, but chased out as well.
Because the direction Li Fei fled was not into the territory of the Great Lan Dynasty, but deep into the Northern Barbarian lands!
Deep in the Northern Barbarian lands were the headquarters and camps of the major tribes.
Although every tribe had centuries of heritage and protective formations that could block a Prince-level expert once activated.
But firstly, the previous damage to their destiny, combined with Qiming's final curse, had affected the protective formations of all the major tribes.
Secondly, the combat power Li Fei displayed was too strong; Borhu dared not gamble!
If Li Fei had run into the Great Lan Dynasty's territory, the Heavenly King of River Suppression and Borhu could choose not to follow, staying behind to kill the remaining Great Lan Dynasty experts and completely end this Northern Border war.
But Li Fei running deep into the Northern Barbarian lands was attacking a place they were forced to save!
Borhu would definitely follow.
If the Heavenly King of River Suppression did not follow, and Borhu happened to be slaughtered by Li Fei, and then he broke through a few more protective formations, how much morale would the Northern Barbarian army of a million have left?
And with Wenren Zheng having already gone to kill at the Pudu Temple, the Heavenly King of River Suppression dared not stay in the Northern Border for long.
In this way, the danger to the Great Lan Dynasty's Northern Border was resolved.
It was just the difference between running into the Great Lan Dynasty's territory and running deep into the Northern Barbarian lands.
These were completely different situations!
The former had the support of national strength and could have reinforcements from domestic experts.
The latter was isolated and helpless, with the possibility of being surrounded and killed by Northern Barbarian experts.
That was why the Heavenly King of River Suppression said that Li Fei was truly courting death!
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