Chapter 1465

His eyes revealed a look of shock.

He didn't know why the Han general's strength was so immense.

But now there was no time to ponder these matters.

Because the Python-Scale soldiers had already charged forward.

"Kill!"

Tong Xiangyu roared, raising his blade and walking toward the Python Spirit King.

On his body, endless murderous aura surged.

Causing the Python Spirit King's face to betray fear.

"Boom!"

But he dared not slacken, retreating his figure.

The Python-Scale soldiers surged toward Tong Xiangyu.

"Be obliterated!"

Seeing this scene, Yuchi Gong roared.

His twin axes descended like thunder.

At the moment they struck, the foremost Python-Scale soldiers were split into bloody shreds.

In a short time, the battle in the field entered its final stage.

And now, the Python Spirit King could no longer sit idle.

He glared at Zhang Sanfeng and roared.

"Han Emperor, you overstep too far! Don't you fear my Python-Scale Army?"

"Today, my Python-Scale Army will surely level your Han!"

As his voice rang out, the air around them froze solid.

And at that very moment.

Ximen Wudi's voice slowly spoke.

"Your pitiful Python-Scale Army dares threaten me?

Since you refuse to submit, then fight!"

His voice dripped with intense killing intent.

Then he stepped forward, standing in midair.

His eyes blazed with brilliant light, causing the Python Spirit King to dare not meet his gaze.

"You, come with me!"

After his words fell, Ximen Wudi turned and left.

The Python Spirit King, though unwilling,

Had no choice now.

He immediately followed behind.

Meanwhile, the Han generals prepared to counterattack the Python-Scale King's capital.

The Python-Scale Army was now in utter disarray.

The Han soldiers' advance was utterly unimpeded.

In a short time, the Python-Scale King's capital fell.

When the Python Spirit King crawled down from the city wall,

His gaze at the Han soldiers was filled with venomous hatred.

The Python Spirit King was merely an ordinary Python-Scale soldier.

Yet he still possessed Saint Realm Ninth Layer cultivation.

In the Python-Scale Nation, he was considered a strong one.

Now, he had become a prisoner.

How could he not be furious?

"Han Emperor, wait—you'll meet me again soon!"

The Python Spirit King growled through clenched teeth.

And the moment his voice ended,

The Python Ancestor beside him frowned and said,

"Big brother, this is not the Han Emperor's fault—we are simply outmatched.

Moreover, he was sent by Father to find you and Mother.

I beg you not to blame him!"

The Python Ancestor's voice rang out.

The Python Spirit King did not respond.

"When did my Python-Scale Army become someone's slave?"

"I, the Python Spirit King, would rather die than become anyone's captive!"

The Python Spirit King roared.

"Hmph!"

The Python Spirit King was about to say more.

"Swoosh!"

A sharp blade shot forth from beside Ximen Wudi.

It pierced straight into the side of the Python Scale King.

This was the Han Dynasty's flying sword.

"Ding! Congratulations, host. Summoning successful."

"Obtained Zhang Liang, strength Saint Eighth Layer!"

Upon hearing the voice, Ximen Wudi's lips curled into a smile.

Then, he spoke softly.

"Take him away!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As the voice faded, Zhang Liang's figure vanished from where he stood.

Meanwhile, the Python Spirit King also vanished, protected by the Python Scale Ancestor.

This battle ended in victory for the Han Dynasty, and the gains were immense.

The Python Scale King and his Python Scale Army were captured, and several cities were seized.

This was something no other power could possibly imagine.

After dealing with the Python Scale King, in the days that followed,

there was no warfare.

The Han people, after enduring several purifications, fell utterly silent.

The Han military's edge grew ever sharper.

On this day, Ximen Wudi summoned his civil and military ministers to the palace for deliberation.

"Your Majesty, our Han Dynasty's strength has steadily grown, but we still need to expand our territory!"

Cao Zhengchun's voice rang out.

In his eyes glimmered a trace of excitement.

"Hmm, I share that thought.

What do you suggest as our next target for expansion?"

Ximen Wudi nodded.

Then his gaze swept over the assembly.

"Your Majesty, I recommend striking westward.

It is said this land belongs to the barbarian tribes; if we conquer it—"