Although these were once enemies, they still gave these generals who fought to the end a dignified burial.

He ordered the soldiers to set up graves for these generals, giving them a place of rest for their souls.

Two months later, Xia Feng reached the outskirts of the Celestial Wind Imperial Capital.

So many generals opened the city gates for him along the way that his originally over three-month march was cut in half.

However, once he arrived outside the Imperial Capital City, he showed no intention of attacking, merely setting up camp outside, as if waiting for the other two main commanders.

Chu Yue was somewhat worried, having stayed by Xia Feng's side all this time.

Though he was also a Yellow Tier First Layer Martial Sovereign, he had insistently taken on the role of a guard by the Emperor's Son.

Seeing Xia Feng provocatively stationed outside the Celestial Wind Imperial Capital at this moment, he stepped forward to offer counsel.

"Emperor's Son, we only have four hundred thousand troops now. Isn't this excessive ostentation?"

Xia Feng chuckled, squinting his eyes at the distant Imperial Capital, his voice soft: "If I am modest, they will take inch by inch. Watch, by showing off today, tomorrow someone will come to visit."

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why don't we wager a bet? Let's see the rank of the person who comes."

Chu Yue looked hesitant, seemingly not understanding how Xia Feng arrived at this conclusion, and Xia Feng offered no explanation.

After all, this is human nature, just as Chu Yue tied Emperor Chu outside his tent that day, fear he didn't even understand why he made such a decision.

The next morning, Xia Feng had just finished spending time in the Dream Realm Pearl with ten women when Chu Yue's incredulous voice came from outside the tent.

"Emperor's Son, the Celestial Wind Empire has sent a special envoy to negotiate peace!"

Xia Feng smiled: "Tell them I'm not up yet, let them wait, give them a cold shoulder."

Chu Yue regained his composure, knowing now the Celestial Wind Empire was pleading with the Emperor's Son to be merciful, and naturally they dare not say much.

After a while, he returned after delivering the message, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Xia Feng.

Xia Feng couldn't help but laugh; he looked like the little dog he used to raise.

"Did the Emperor's Son already know?"

He shrugged, said nothing to Chu Yue, and leisurely washed up grudgingly, then slowly ate breakfast before meeting with the Celestial Wind Empire's envoy.

The envoy, surnamed Feng, sat in the guest tent with a face of restraint and a slightly unnatural expression.

He dared not even examine the surroundings with a sidelong glance, sitting motionless like a statue.

When Xia Feng entered, he was so frightened, his body trembled slightly.

"Greetings, Emperor's Son…"

He trembled as he gave a salute, then without saying a word, he directly presented the peace treaty.

Xia Feng glanced at it; the Celestial Wind Empire offered a large concession, far more earnest than the Amaterasu Empire before.

He casually tossed the peace treaty to the ground and raised an eyebrow, smiling at the envoy Feng: "Special Envoy Feng, you know my goal is not as simple as having a vassal country."

Envoy Feng gritted his teeth, replied with a bowed body: "Emperor's Son, to be honest, no matter how powerful Great Xia is, it cannot conquer the entire Celestial Essence Continent."

"Emperor's Son might as well directly take each country as a vassal, thus power remains centralized in Great Xia, the countries below remain as their original controllers, and there won't be major chaos."

Xia Feng chuckled lightly: "What if I refuse?"

Envoy Feng wanted to speak some defiant words, to say the Celestial Wind Empire would rather die than submit.

To say the Celestial Wind Empire would not be broken to pieces like a tile.

To say they would defend the city to the death.

But he couldn't say it, because the Celestial Wind Empire wouldn't do that.

If he had said it now, only to later go back on his word, it would merely become a laughingstock.

He took two deep breaths: "What does the Emperor's Son want?"

"I've never been unreasonable; the Celestial Wind Empire's high-level officials need cleansing. All past Emperors of Celestial Wind must relocate to my Great Xia Imperial Capital under Great Xia's supervision."

"Of course, I'm not a villain; since you're joining Great Xia, I won't be stingy."

"My insights upon breaking through to Demigod can be taught to previous Emperors of Celestial Wind as the situation permits."

He emphasized the word 'situation', making its meaning very clear.

Whether emperor or king, ultimately pursued power, and also longevity.

And the best way to increase lifespan is to elevate one's realm.

The Celestial Essence Continent has not seen a Martial God for ages, yet Great Xia has produced two in succession...

Xia Feng leaned back, his demeanor with a hint of lofty arrogance: "What I pursue has never been limited to the Celestial Essence Continent."

"Why should we be called the Lower Realm, and why must we be under Divine Domain's jurisdiction?"

"Someday, I want all within my sight to belong to Great Xia!"

Envoy Feng was shivering all over, and Xia Feng, disinterestedly, waved his hand.

"Go back, deliver my words unchanged to Emperor Tianfeng."

"My army still needs a month to gather; he has a month to decide."

With that said, he got up and left the conference room.

As he reached the entrance, he saw the discarded peace treaty he had casually thrown away.

He chuckled again, stepped over it without a pause.

Chu Yue followed him out with an expression of admiration.

Leaving envoy Feng alone in the tent, his face alternately green and white.

After returning to the main tent, Chu Yue circled around Xia Feng: "Did the Emperor's Son know this would be their attitude beforehand?"

"Emperor's Son, by so bluntly telling them your troops aren't ready, won't they act?"

Xia Feng hadn't intended to pay attention to this young man, but upon hearing the word 'action', he glanced at him.

"I'd love for them to act, so I can kill the chicken to scare the monkeys."

Chu Yue didn't understand, but Xia Feng didn't expect him to.

Every day was spent merely strolling near the tent by day, frantically cultivating at night within the Dream Realm Pearl, and meeting privately with ten women.

To avoid worrying Xia Feng, the ten women rarely mentioned matters of the Divine Domain, and each meeting was dedicated to comforting him.

After a month passed, Gu Sha Grand General and Chen Hongyu arrived from the other two routes.

Xia Feng donned his armor, flew to the front of the army, his gaze with a hint of killing intent aimed at the Celestial Wind Empire.

Initially, he planned to spare the Celestial Wind Empire for the Power of Faith, but if they sought their own demise, he had no reason to hold back.

The Great Dao Rules in his palm slowly gathered, and the sky filled with layers of thunderous dark clouds.

A faintly visible gigantic thunderous hand formed in mid-air, ready to strike down.

The citizens of the Celestial Wind Empire couldn't help but shiver; if it struck down, half the Celestial Wind Imperial Capital would likely fall into ruin.

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