Chapter 1555

At this moment, upon seeing the ruined state of Great Zhou.

His brows furrowed involuntarily as he spoke slowly.

"How have these humans become so weak? Could it be the work of the Demon Master Kunpeng?"

His voice carried a thread of coldness.

"Yes, sister, all of this was done by that Demon Master."

"Let's hurry and aid Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing the voice, Lord Donghuang spoke.

His eyes revealed an anxious expression.

"Insolent! When did it become your place to speak?"

The voice rang out, causing the Sun God's Son to twist his face into a vicious snarl.

Then he roared.

Upon hearing the voice, Eight Linglong's fair face turned icy.

She spoke coldly.

"What are you, to dare rebuke this Princess?"

"Boom!"

As her words ended.

The Sun God's Son was blasted backward.

Blood spewed from his mouth; he looked utterly disheveled.

Then he turned to Lord Donghuang and spoke.

"Lead the way. Let's go see these humans' Emperor!"

With those words, he strode toward the city.

Although Lord Donghuang's cultivation was merely Supreme Third Layer.

Before Eight Linglong, he had no power to resist.

"Boom—!"

As a violent rumbling echoed.

When the Sun God's Son steadied himself.

He discovered the city gate before him had been shattered.

"Aaah!"

A cry of agony rang out as a figure tumbled out.

It was the general responsible for guarding the gate.

"Hmph! These demons dare harm the innocent—they must die!"

Eight Linglong spoke coldly.

The moment her words ended.

Her eyes shot out threads of freezing light.

The next instant, her form flashed away, vanishing from sight.

Her speed was astonishingly swift.

Only Lord Donghuang's stunned expression remained, confused by her intent.

Then she slammed a palm forward.

Vast force erupted, reducing the unlucky man to a mist of blood.

Simultaneously, her figure rushed toward the city tower.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to rescue Ximen Wudi.

For in that tent lay his son.

No matter what, the boy was his nephew—how could he let him suffer?

When he reached the city wall.

He met a female official face-to-face.

"Your servant bows to Saint Envoy Taiyi!"

She spoke with utmost reverence.

She dared not slacken even slightly—for he was a top-tier being of the Holy Court; even her own father would treat him with utmost courtesy.

"Hmm."

Lord Donghuang said calmly.

"Your Majesty has summoned all ministers to the tent for council."

"Please join him shortly!"

The female official said reverently.

"Thank you."

Upon hearing her words, Lord Donghuang spoke.

Then he entered the hall.

The female official exhaled in relief—on ordinary days, such a Saint Envoy was someone she could never offend.

Now, with Your Majesty's authority holding sway, it was far easier.

Inside the hall at this moment sat commanders and generals from all armies.

Except for Ji Yu, all had arrived.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, that Demon Master Kunpeng, after breaking through Tiangong, has also attacked every tribe.

Now, every major faction has suffered heavy losses of troops and generals.

Please, Your Majesty, decide!"

Hearing the voice, Ji Hao nodded, gesturing for everyone to continue.

A moment later, a martial general spoke up once more.

"Your Majesty, we need not fear. This time, our experts have gathered like clouds.

That Kunpeng is only at the eighth level of Supreme, nothing to worry about.

Moreover, their army is already exhausted. We need only fight bravely, and victory is certain!"

His voice carried a tone of firm resolve.

"No need. All of you may withdraw and rest.

I shall personally go and meet that Demon Master Kunpeng!"

After the words fell, Ji Hao walked out of the great hall.

And the many generals did not dare speak further, respectfully withdrawing.

At this moment, throughout the entire Northern Wastes, everything had fallen into utter chaos.

And at this very moment.

At the border of the Great Xia dynasty, within a giant city.

A man in a black robe sat upon Long Yi, a sinister smile on his face.

This place was his lair.

And opposite him stood a burly, powerfully-built figure, kneeling reverently on the ground.

"Your Majesty, that Emperor of Great Zhou truly has great courage.

He dispatched a million troops to garrison the border, but in recent days, they have been plundered by our army again and again.

Now, several hundred thousand soldiers have already died.

Should we take this chance to attack?"

His voice was exceedingly low.

If the people of Great Zhou were to see this, they would surely recognize him.