This martial saint's health bar is too thick

Chapter 602 Having fulfilled the king's duty, he won fame throughout the land.

The setting sun, like blood, cast its molten gold-like afterglow upon the city of Mingdu, dyeing the broken walls and collapsed sacred mountains a desolate yet magnificent scarlet.

Beneath this blood-red sky, a huge, almost eerily bright moon fiercely tore through the curtain of dusk, unleashing a chilling light that rivaled the still-sinking sunset!

The sun and moon shone together in the sky, light and darkness intertwined, and a sense of oppression and desolation, as if the end of the world was approaching, permeated the world.

Beneath this solitary, aloof, bright moon, a wolf's howl suddenly ripped through the sky, carrying a sorrow that pierced to the bone and an indomitable wildness!
A colossal wolf, hundreds of meters long and formed from pure bloodthirsty energy, stood proudly on the earth. Its blood-red fur shimmered with a metallic sheen under the moonlight, and its blood-red eyes burned with flames that could incinerate everything.

This is the most powerful cavalry formation on the grasslands, commanded by the most powerful warriors on the grasslands!

In the next instant, Sirius's massive body transformed into a blood-red torrent that tore through space, carrying a world-destroying force as it launched a final, desperate charge towards the ruins of the newly collapsed sacred mountain!

Before the dust from the collapse of the sacred mountain had settled, millions of rubble rained down. At the highest point of that devastated landscape, Li Fei, clad in a golden robe, stood alone.

His figure appeared small amidst the swirling dust and the interplay of the sun and moon, yet he was as unshakeable as a mountain!

The capital city of Ming was already in complete chaos.

When the sacred mountain, a symbol of the grassland spirit, collapsed beneath Li Fei's feet, fear spread like a plague. Those who had once dominated the grassland were terrified and fled to the city in a panic.

Even the Great Manchu of the grasslands, Qilian Guanshi, has already withdrawn. Who else can stop this golden-robed god of war who has stormed into the city and the White Flame Army behind him that burns everything in its path?
Staying means certain death!
However, not everyone chose to run away.

The greatest warrior of the grasslands, Tuoba Shanhai, led the most elite and powerful 10,000 Sky Wolf Blood Riders like an iron torrent flowing against the current, crashing headlong into the ruins and charging towards Li Fei on the ruins!

The Heavenly Wolf Howls at the Moon, Bloodthirst Soars to the Sky!
As the giant shadow of Sirius charged forward, a viscous, almost tangible, crimson aura erupted.

This malevolent aura seemed to possess a life of its own, transforming into a gigantic, ferocious wolf's kiss that devoured everything—

Wherever it passed, the space groaned under its unbearable weight. Floating dust, shattered sand and gravel, scattered fragments of weapons, and even the wandering primordial energy between heaven and earth... everything was greedily torn apart, devoured, and crushed by that terrifying wolf's bite!
A nearly absolute vacuum passage, tens of meters in diameter, was plowed out by the wolf's bite and led straight to Li Fei above the ruins.

Li Fei remained calm.

He stood atop the ruins of the sacred mountain, his golden robes fluttering in the blood-red wind, his figure motionless.

He watched as the terrifying wolf's kiss, capable of annihilating mountains and devouring everything, with an aura of annihilation, suddenly and completely engulfed him!
"Snap! Crack! Crack! Crack—!!!"

A terrifying, teeth-grinding sound, as if billions of hungry monsters were frantically chewing on steel and rock, erupted from the core of the area devoured by bloodlust.

That was a destructive sound powerful enough to crush the remains of a sacred mountain and grind away refined gold!

Just as the destructive sound reached its climax—

Zheng! ! !
A ray of light, indescribably brilliant and sharp, like the first ray of dawn after the creation of the world, fiercely pierced through the thick, viscous blood mist!
The clear and resonant sword cry drowned out the heart-stopping chewing sound, echoing throughout the blood-red sky.

This sword's cry is the final judgment!

The light flashed and disappeared.

Immediately following behind, the enormous celestial wolf, which charged with overwhelming ferocity and earth-shattering force, was as if it had been struck on the head by an invisible giant hammer!
boom! ! !
A deep, muffled explosion that shook the earth erupted.

Compared to Sirius's massive, mountain-like body, this ray of light was as thin as a thumb, utterly insignificant.

But the result was that Sirius was pinned to the ground in mid-air by this 'insignificant' light!

In the next instant, the colossal shadow, as large as a mountain, flew backward with a roar, even faster than when it charged!

As it flew backward, the body of the Heavenly Wolf, formed from the will of ten thousand riders and the aura of bloodlust, began an irreversible disintegration—

Brilliant, starlight-like rays burst forth from every corner of its body, tearing through its blood-red fur and shattering its steel-like skeleton. The colossal wolf shadow exploded completely, transforming into tens of thousands of meteors trailing brilliant tail flames, shooting and falling in all directions.

The Sky Wolf Blood Riders' formation was forcibly broken!

Ten thousand Sky Wolf Blood Riders, clad in fine armor and once shaking the entire grasslands, now fell like autumn leaves swept away by a gale, scattering from the dissipating starlight into the dust.

The heavy thuds echoed as nearly a thousand of the most elite knights lost their lives the instant they hit the ground!
The sturdy armor shattered like paper, the body twisted into a bizarre shape, and large pools of viscous blood quickly spread beneath it. The intense stench of blood instantly filled the air, mixing with the lingering smoke and bloody aura to create a nauseating battlefield atmosphere.

At the top of the ruins, Li Fei slowly withdrew his right fist. His golden figure, illuminated by the setting sun and the cold moon, appeared even more terrifying amidst the pervasive blood mist and lingering dust!
Beneath our feet lie the ruins of the sacred mountain.

Before me lay the corpses of the Sky Wolf Blood Riders!

Tuoba Shanhai, with his mastery of military strategy, can control the Heavenly Wolf Blood Cavalry's formation, making him comparable to a prince-level expert.

Even against a top-tier expert, they wouldn't be so easily defeated.

However, the previous battle had already exhausted most of the strength of the Sky Wolf Blood Riders and Tuoba Shanhai, and their condition was no longer at its peak.

What's truly disheartening is that Li Fei's power... is still at its peak!
Tuoba Shanhai stood tall and imposing in the crowd, clad in blood-red armor and wielding a long sword.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on him, casting a long shadow.

"You may all disperse."

Tuoba Shanhai gave the final orders to the Heavenly Wolf Blood Cavalry.

The greatest warrior of the grasslands raised his sword and continued his charge towards Li Fei!

The wind whipped his blood-red cloak, but his steps remained firm and unwavering.

He was frail from childhood, and a serious illness in his childhood almost killed him.

His mother held him and knelt in prayer at the foot of the sacred mountain all night. In the end, he miraculously recovered and became stronger and stronger.

Tuoba Shanhai always believed that he had received the blessing of the full god.

His life, his talent, and all the achievements he later attained were inseparable from this good fortune!

Only after he gradually distinguished himself in the army and was selected to become a captain in the Sky Wolf Blood Riders did he finally learn the truth—

The night his mother knelt in prayer at the foot of the sacred mountain with him in her arms happened to be the day Qilian Guanshi was promoted to the position of temple shaman.

That day, Qilian Guanshi went to the sacred mountain to receive his coronation. On his way down the mountain, he happened to see this scene and took the opportunity to save the critically ill Tuoba Shanhai.

Indeed, it was all the Goddess's arrangement!

Upon learning the truth, Tuoba Shanhai believed in fate even more and became even more steadfast in his faith.

It was from that time that this rising star in the military secretly established a deep friendship with Qilian Guanshi that no one else knew about.

Later, Qilian Guanshi became the new Grand Master, and Tuoba Shanhai became the new commander of the Heavenly Wolf Blood Cavalry.

One of them is the number one master of grassland martial arts, and the other is the number one master of grassland martial arts.

They have all reached their respective peaks.

"Our peak will be far more than this. The grasslands will conquer the Central Plains, and we will stand at the highest point in this world!"

Qilian Guanshi once said this to Tuoba Shanhai.

For Tuoba Shanhai, Qilian Guanshi was like a teacher, a father, an elder brother, and even more like the incarnation of the god Manshen on earth!
The redemption he experienced in his childhood gradually transformed his trust in Qilian Guanshi into a faith!

But all of this collapsed completely when Qilian Guanshi abandoned the city and fled.
"what"

A hoarse groan escaped from Tuoba Shanhai's throat.

Under the setting sun, the greatest warrior of the grasslands, clad in blood-red armor, swung his sword at Li Fei, who stood amidst the ruins.

Boom——

After a muffled, thunderous explosion, the other person fell beneath the rubble.

The boulders, whipped up by the strong wind, fell and buried him beneath the sacred mountain.
Li Fei retracted his right fist.

Along with Tuoba Shanhai, several thousand Sky Wolf Blood Riders also launched their charge.

Most of the strongest cavalrymen on the grasslands did not choose to flee, but instead followed their commander to their deaths!
Amidst deafening shouts, the blood-red cavalrymen displayed overwhelming momentum, fearless in the face of death.

The final act of perseverance can reveal the final tragic grandeur.

But the final tragic moment can only be tragic...

This time, Li Fei didn't need to intervene. The white flame dragon turned its head in mid-air, shook its head, and spewed dragonfire towards the ground.

White flames instantly engulfed the thousands of Sky Wolf Blood Riders, completely igniting and melting them!

Zuo Jun has just led the White Flame Army to kill three top experts who had escaped.

He didn't chase after the others who ran out of the city. Instead, he used [Daylight Heart Flame] to create a wall of fire, surrounding the entire Mingdu City!
Apart from those top experts who have already escaped, none of the others will be able to escape!

Only then did Zuo Jun finally disband the army formation. The white flame dragon, like the wolf from before, suddenly transformed its enormous body into countless scattered starlight.

After Xinghui landed, more than 11,000 Imperial Guards dispersed in all directions.

After more than two months of rest and recuperation, the White Flame Army has recovered to more than 11,000 men, and there is no need to worry about being unable to activate a 10,000-man army formation after a battle.

Zuo Jun ordered that the White Flame Army be divided into ten teams of 1,100 men each, and immediately besiege the entire city and control all important locations.

Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!

Once the 1,100 Imperial Guards are assembled into a battle formation, they can rival top-tier experts.

There should be no top experts left in Mingdu City now, so there's no need to worry about the White Flame Army losing control of the situation.

Even if something unexpected happens, there's still Li Fei, isn't there?

Zuo Jun walked up to the ruins of the sacred mountain, came to Li Fei's side, and looked up at the sky with him.

To the average person, there is nothing there.

But to those with sufficient power, a breathtaking scene was unfolding there—

A golden dragon swallows a white elephant!
As Qilian Guanshi abandoned the city and fled, a group of grassland warriors also fled. The sacred mountain collapsed, the morale of the people in the royal city collapsed, and the aura of the white elephant weakened further.

The golden dragon devoured the food even more smoothly!
"In one battle, the royal city was captured, and the king of the grassland kingdom was taken prisoner."

Looking at the magnificent scene above, Zuo Jun's usually cold and stern face showed a rare smile. "If we can just flatten the remaining two major cities and kill Qilian Guanshi, thus completely establishing the merit of destroying the country, then I, Zuo Jun, will have no regrets in this life!"

Li Fei turned his head and glanced at Zuo Jun.

This commander of the White Flame Army seemed to have undergone a cleansing from the inside out, and his aura was undergoing a transformation!

"Congratulations."

Li Fei said softly, genuinely happy for the other party.

Most of the high-ranking generals in the army have studied military strategy.

Zuo Jun, who could command an imperial army of ten thousand men, had cultivated his military skills to the level of a 'commander,' truly reaching the pinnacle.

Now, he led the White Flame Army and Li Fei to completely conquer the grassland royal city, making a key contribution to the Great Blue Dynasty's annexation of the grassland, which naturally greatly benefited his military cultivation!
Among all the Grandmasters of the Dao Establishment Realm in the Great Blue Dynasty, Zuo Jun's personal cultivation level was not among the top, and his chances of breaking through to Sainthood were not great.

Today's battle immediately allowed him to refine his current realm, reaching the perfect level of the Dao Establishment Realm, and finding an opportunity to break through to the next realm!
As he said, if he could destroy the remaining two major cities on the grasslands, kill Qilian Guanshi, and completely establish the merit of destroying the country, he would have the opportunity to break through the realm and become a martial saint by taking advantage of the power of the destruction of the country!
Among all the Grandmasters of the Dao Establishment Realm in the Great Blue Dynasty, he suddenly became the one with the best chance of reaching the top, which is naturally something to be happy about.

Zuo Jun turned to look at Li Fei and gave him a serious military salute:
"This victory is all thanks to Marquis Jing'an! Zuo Jun also owes much of his good fortune to Marquis Jing'an!"

Li Fei smiled and returned the greeting: "It's my duty, no need to be so polite."

As the two chatted and laughed, a group of people walked towards them a moment later.

Two squads of White Flame Army soldiers followed behind these people, escorting them.

Li Fei and Zuo Jun turned to look.

Most of the people who came had cultivation, and their cultivation was not low.

Moreover, all of these people exuded an air of nobility, clearly indicating that they were the top nobles of the grasslands.

The leader was dressed in a magnificent white and gold robe, wearing a crown, and had a very young face. He was none other than Sukhrenhe, the Khan who had just ascended the throne of the grassland not long ago.

Suherenhe and a group of grassland nobles soon arrived at the ruins of the sacred mountain.

Looking at the mess on the ground, everyone showed a sorrowful expression.

Sukhrenhe quickly composed himself, adjusted his expression, and strode upwards.

He was a Dao Foundation stage martial artist, and he could easily climb the ruined mountain that was impossible for ordinary people to ascend.

Suherenhe approached Li Fei and Zuo Jun at a distance of ten steps and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness Suherenhe greets Marquis Jing'an and Commander Zuo."

He spoke the Central Plains dialect, and he was very fluent.

Behind Suherenhe, a group of grassland nobles bowed down.

Zuo Jun glanced at Li Fei, took a step back, and handed over the power to deal with these people to Li Fei.

Li Fei looked at the grassland king who was bowing to him.

Even if all the countries on both the eastern and western continents are included, the Grassland Kingdom is still the third strongest country in the world, second only to the Great Blue Dynasty and the Western Kingdom!

In terms of land area, population, and military strength, the Grassland Kingdom far surpasses the Western Kingdom, which has only one province, making it the undisputed second strongest in the world today!

Such a powerful ruler referred to himself as "Little King" before me and bowed deeply.

It's impossible to say that I felt absolutely nothing.

Li Fei savored this rare emotion and didn't rush to speak.

Without speaking, Sukhrenhe could only continue to remain bowing.

The same applies to the other grassland nobles.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Sweat beaded on Sukhrenhe's forehead. He suppressed his fear and continued:

"I have heard that after Marquis Jing'an and Commander Zuo conquered six major cities on my grasslands, they did not kill a single person indiscriminately. On behalf of the million people of the grasslands, I thank you both for your kindness!"

Zuo Jun, standing behind Li Fei, sneered.

The young Khan was quite clever; he immediately shut them down with his words.

Unfortunately, what the other side didn't know was that if Li Fei hadn't stopped them, those six cities on the grassland would have been slaughtered long ago!

Seeing that Li Fei still did not speak, Suherenhe continued:
"My grassland royal court and the Great Blue Dynasty have been on good terms for generations, and have been brotherly states for hundreds of years. The young king's father has never thought of waging war against the Great Blue Dynasty."

Qilian Guanshi was ambitious. He first killed Xiao Wang's father, then massacred the Ming capital, killed all those who opposed him, and then launched a war against the Great Lan Dynasty!

Now that Qilian Guanshi has been defeated by Jing'an Hou and Zuo Shuai and has fled with serious injuries, I, the King, am grateful to the Celestial Empire for sending heavenly soldiers to rescue me from my dire straits and finally free me from Qilian Guanshi's tyranny!

As the Khan of the Grasslands, Xiao Wang swears that from this day forward, the Grassland Royal Court is willing to renew its alliance with the Great Blue Dynasty, and will forever regard the Great Blue Dynasty as the superior nation, paying tribute every year!

"If I break this oath, may the bloodline of my Sukhe family be wiped out!"

The extinction of a family bloodline is indeed a very serious oath for the grassland nobles who rely on family succession.

Moreover, Suherenhe made this vow in front of a group of grassland nobles, which shows his sincerity.

But Li Fei's gaze fell on him, and he calmly asked:
"King Sukh, didn't you hear what I said earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Sukhrenhe turned deathly pale.

Li Fei's previous statement was heard throughout the city—

Today, your nation will perish!
Sukhrenhe gritted his teeth, straightened up, and met Li Fei's gaze:

"Does Marquis Jing'an truly intend to exterminate them all?"

Li Fei said calmly, "Now I am the butcher and you are the fish on the chopping block. What do you think?"

Suherenhe: "Forgive my bluntness, but my grassland royal court still has two great cities in its hands, a million soldiers, several strong armies, and a group of top experts!"
If the Great Blue Dynasty insists on severing the lineage of our grassland nation, our millions of grassland soldiers will fight to the death!

The Great Blue Dynasty has already fought several major battles, and the Western Extremity Kingdom remains a thorn in its side. If it were to fight to the death with my grasslands, wouldn't the Buddhists reap the benefits?

Li Fei smiled slightly.

This young Khan does have some courage.

Actually, there's one more thing the other party didn't mention—

If Qilian Guanshi, this top expert, is still alive, and if the Great Blue Dynasty accepts Suherenhe's surrender as Khan on behalf of the grasslands, then even if Qilian Guanshi didn't die from the 'demon spear,' it will be very difficult for him to make a comeback.

If the Great Blue Dynasty insists on annihilating them, Qilian Guanshi can take the opportunity to gather the remaining forces of the grasslands and resist to the end!
As long as the enemy remains alive, he will remain a major threat to the Great Blue Dynasty.

"The Sukhren River".

Li Fei suddenly called him by his name, which startled Suherenhe so much that his body trembled.

Look behind me.

Li Fei raised his finger and pointed to the sky.

Sukhrenhe looked up, his expression sorrowful.

How could the king not see the golden dragon swallowing the white elephant?

Aside from Qilian Guanshi, he, the ruler of the grassland kingdom, was the one who felt it most deeply.

If the fate of the grassland kingdom were not largely determined by the power of faith, and if Qilian Guanshi had not already seized control of the kingdom's fate.

Sukhrenhe was already severely injured by the backlash from the nation's fate!
"The two great cities you speak of, with their million soldiers, powerful army, and top experts, including Qilian Guanshi, will all be wiped out by my Great Blue Dynasty!"

Li Fei's voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present:

"From this day forward, the grasslands will still be grasslands. But they will be the grasslands of my Great Blue Dynasty!"

Sukhrenhe closed his eyes in despair.

He had mustered all his courage and used his last remaining resources to try and win a final chance from Li Fei.

But it still couldn't frighten the unstoppable Marquis Jing'an of the Great Blue!

Yes, when the grasslands were at their peak, this Marquis of Jing'an was quick to attack.

Now that they have gained an absolute advantage, why would they stop?
Sukhrenhe closed his eyes, stood still, and waited for his fate.

Many of the top nobles of the grasslands behind him wanted to speak, but they were all silenced by a glance from Zuo Jun behind Li Fei.

Even these powerful and influential people were still apprehensive about the infamous "White Devil."

A thought suddenly occurred to Li Fei.

He turned to look at the increasingly majestic and imposing golden dragon in the sky, its scales and claws gleaming.

At this moment, because the royal city has fallen and the sacred mountain has collapsed, it raises its head and roars, its power reaching for thousands of miles!

Li Fei used the [Jing'an] supernatural power to resonate his own energy with the golden dragon of the nation's destiny. His voice, like a resounding bell, clearly echoed between heaven and earth, and also traversed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, reaching directly into the imperial study in Lanling City:

"Your subject, Marquis Jing'an, Li Fei, respectfully reports to Your Majesty!"
Today, I, your humble servant, joined forces with the White Flame Army to conquer the Ming capital of the grassland royal court and capture the grassland king Suherenhe and his nobles in one battle!
Today, the sacred mountain has crumbled, the temples are destroyed, and the backbone of the grassland has been broken!

Your Majesty, I request your permission—

Li Fei's voice suddenly rose, carrying a majestic resolve and an unstoppable sharpness:
"With the ruins of the sacred mountain on the grassland as our altar, and the vast mountains and rivers of the grassland as our witness, on this place where the enemy chieftain bows his head, we will perform the Fengshan ceremony of our Great Blue!"
This is to proclaim to Heaven and Earth, and to subdue all nations:
This mountain, this land, these people, will forever be part of my vast blue territory! Wherever the sun and moon shine, this is my land!

This world also has the Fengshan ceremony.

'Feng' means to worship Heaven.

'Zen'—bowing to the ground.

This was a grand ceremony that only the emperors of the central government could hold throughout history, representing supreme majesty!
Today, Li Fei will perform the Fengshan ceremony on behalf of the emperor on the ruins of this sacred mountain on the grassland!

Even a general like Zuo Jun, who remained calm even when a sacred mountain collapsed before his eyes, showed a look of shock upon hearing Li Fei's words.

But soon, the supreme glory belonging to soldiers made him feel a long-lost surge of passion!

They conquered the enemy's capital, flattened the sacred mountain that symbolized the spirit of the grasslands, and finally performed the Fengshan ceremony on behalf of the emperor, completing the final conquest.

What an honor this is!
The world was completely still.

Perhaps it only lasted a moment, or perhaps it lasted a long time.

A majestic voice emanated from the golden dragon representing the nation's destiny in the sky:
"allow!"

There is no altar on the sacred mountain.

With the broken temple rock as its base and the collapsed mountain as its steps, this is the best altar!

Li Fei, dressed in a golden robe, stood at the very front.

Behind him stood Zuo Jun and 11,000 White Flame Army soldiers, standing solemnly like a forest, their killing intent palpable!
On the other side were Khan Sukhrenhe and a group of steppe nobles with expressions of despair.

A long sword, forged from the very destiny of the nation, descended from the sky and landed in Li Fei's hand.

This is the sword of the nation's destiny, and also the sword of the emperor!
Li Fei caught the longsword with both hands.

At this moment, in this place, he symbolizes the vast blue sky!

He pointed his sword at the sky:
"Sealing the Heavens—!"

As he moved, the golden dragon of national destiny that had been coiled in the sky for so long suddenly let out a long roar that shook the world!

Amidst the roar of the dragon, endless golden light, like a tangible waterfall, cascaded down from the heavens, enveloping the entire sacred mountain.

Zuo Jun and all the soldiers of the White Flame Army stood solemnly and saluted the golden dragon of national destiny in the sky.

"Zen Land—!"

Li Fei pointed his sword at the ground and spoke loudly once more.

As his words fell, under the vast and awe-inspiring gaze of the golden dragon symbolizing the nation's destiny, and under the immense pressure representing the great blue nation's fate—

The grassland king Suherenhe's knees felt as if they had been crushed by an invisible giant mountain. With a thud, he bowed heavily to Li Fei, who was holding the Emperor's Sword, and to the golden dragon of the nation's destiny in the sky!

Dust clung to his royal robes.

Behind him, the grassland nobles, whether they liked it or not, were completely crushed by the overwhelming power of the heavens and knelt down!

"Roar--!!!"

The golden dragon representing the nation's destiny in the sky let out an even more excited and domineering roar!

The enormous golden dragon claw pressed down fiercely on the back of the white elephant, which symbolized the true nature of the grassland kingdom.

With the completion of the Fengshan ceremony, the resistance of the grassland nation was completely extinguished.

The golden dragon swallows the white elephant, and there are no more obstacles!

The white elephant's phantom trembled violently, its light dimming, and at the same time, the golden dragon's massive jaws snapped shut.

There was no bloodshed, yet it was more thrilling than any other kind of devouring!
The moment the golden dragon's giant mouth closed, the enormous white elephant phantom melted away like ice and snow, disintegrating inch by inch, transforming into pure and refined white streams of light, like rivers flowing into the sea, which were absorbed into the golden dragon's belly without reservation!

With each ray of white light, the golden dragon's body became more solid, the golden light on its scales became more dazzling, and its body expanded and extended at a visible speed, while its oppressive aura rose steadily.

Although this battle did not completely devour the grassland nation's fortune, the Great Blue nation's fortune, which had been in a state of 'shortage' since Qingxu's rebellion, finally returned to its peak!
The clouds in the sky were completely dyed gold.

As the last ray of white light was completely swallowed up, the golden dragon looked up to the sky and let out a long, drawn-out roar.

Its enormous body stretched and swirled freely in the golden sky, casting golden light that enveloped the vast grasslands below.

November 27th, the first year of Yuanxing.

Marquis Jing'an, Li Fei, conquered the grassland capital and performed the Fengshan ceremony on behalf of the emperor on the ruins of the sacred mountain.

To accomplish the king's task, and to gain fame throughout the land!
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P.S.: A quick recommendation for my old book – "Martial Arts Livestream"

Those who like traditional Chinese martial arts can check it out; it ranks among the top in the martial arts novel category on Qidian.com, and there should be an animated short series coming out soon.

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