Chapter 1387

"Withdraw!"

Thinking of this, Prince Heiyan dared not slacken for a moment.

He shouted loudly, turned, and fled.

Today, he must return to Wang Ting.

If he were left here.

He feared there would be danger.

"Boom!"

Yet, just as he was about to leave.

A figure suddenly appeared beside him.

It was none other than Yang Jian.

"Want to run? Did you ask my brother?!"

A cold voice rang out.

Flames flowed from his palm.

Then he slapped toward Prince Heiyan.

The speed was terrifying.

"Ssshh!"

Immediately, Prince Heiyan was slashed to death on the spot.

This prince died a miserable death.

At that moment, Li Jing's figure also shot forward.

Cold light blazed in his eyes.

He had followed Yang Jian.

Now that he saw the other strike.

He immediately swung his blade.

"Ssshh!"

In an instant, Prince Heiyan's head flew off.

Blood mist erupted.

At the same time, a figure descended from the sky.

It was an old man.

His face was dark with gloom.

He wore splendid robes, clutched a long spear, and runes blazed on the armor behind him.

It was none other than the Imperial Tutor of the Heiyan Dynasty.

Upon arriving, he bowed to Ximen Wudi.

"Your humble general greets Your Majesty of Han!"

His voice carried arrogance, as if he utterly despised Ximen Wudi.

After all, in his eyes, Ximen Wudi's cultivation was far too low.

Yet at that moment.

Ximen Wudi's lips curled into a smile.

"Hah! The Imperial Tutor arrives just in time.

I've just learned the Heiyan Dynasty's envoy has come, seeking an alliance with Great Han to conquer the Wildlands.

I was worried I had no suitable commander.

You've arrived—perfect to help me repel the enemy.

This is a great merit!"

His words caused the Imperial Tutor's sneer to vanish.

His cultivation was merely Jin Xian Eighth Layer.

Yet he could slay Jin Xian Ninth Layer experts.

Now, hearing Ximen Wudi's voice, he dared not speak further.

He merely nodded.

"Thank you, Your Majesty of Han!"

After his words ended.

His arrogance deepened further.

Clearly, he believed Ximen Wudi was flattering him.

Yet at that moment.

In Ximen Wudi's mind, the system voice rang out.

"Ding! Congratulations, host! You've received a system reward: one Summoning Card!"

Hearing this, Ximen Wudi's face lit up with excitement.

Then he shouted.

"Cao Zhengchun, draft the decree.

Grant the Imperial Tutor the title of Marquis Who Guards the State; mobilize fifty thousand troops to garrison the southeast!

Remember—it's the entire southeast of the Wildlands; not a single error allowed."

Otherwise, the only way is to bring my head to report!"

After the voice fell, Cao Zhengchun did not dare hesitate in the slightest and quickly withdrew.

At this moment, he felt that the pressure on himself was truly too great.

Without even thinking, he knew Ximen Wudi was surely about to do something major again.

Only, what he did not understand was—

What major matter could his own Your Majesty possibly have?

However, he did not dare ask more now.

And just at this moment, Ximen Wudi spoke again.

"All feudal lords heed my command—march out with me!"

Hearing the voice, no one dared delay.

They immediately spoke out respectfully.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As the words fell, the vast army charged toward the distance in an instant.

At the same time, Ximen Wudi also stepped into the war chariot.

For this campaign, he did not plan to take the field personally.

Instead, he would command the army in battle.

Because only this way could he test how the army truly measured up.

This army, no matter how one put it, in his eyes belonged to him.

However, all of this still depended on battle results.

As long as the victories were brilliant.

Then this army would become even stronger.

And just at the moment he stepped outside the great hall—

"Roar!"

A lion's roar rang out.

It was the Golden Lion King.