He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

That was the power bestowed upon him by Yun Yi himself.

"interesting."

Sirius Khan laughed, "That little emperor actually managed to train such a master?"

He looked at Yue Dan, his gaze becoming profound.

"I take back what I just said."

"Your little emperor might not be a good-for-nothing."

He paused, then turned and walked away into the distance.

"But whoever he is—"

"I'm determined to win this battle."

His figure disappeared into the depths of the grassland.

Yue Dan stood there, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

The man in black armor walked up to him.

"Commander-in-Chief, why won't you let me kill him?"

Yue Dan shook his head.

"Cannot be killed."

"What?"

That's not a real person.

The man in black armor was stunned.

Yue Dan looked at the dark mass of wolf cavalry in the distance, his gaze becoming serious.

"He came to see me on purpose, not to negotiate."

"It was a test."

"Testing our strength."

He paused, then said in a deep voice:

"Order the entire army to increase vigilance."

"That Sirius Khan is much stronger than we imagined."

……

Kyoto, the Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Study.

Yun Yi sat behind his desk, holding a secret report in his hand.

Written by Yue Dan himself.

The letter detailed the entire process of the Sirius Khan's sudden appearance on the battlefield, his probing of the enemy's strength, and his composed retreat.

The last line was written with extra force:

"This person's strength is unfathomable, especially his mastery of mental manipulation."

"I suspect that the 'Heavenly Wolf Khan' I saw that day was not the real one."

Yun Yi's gaze lingered on the last few words for a long time.

It is not the real person.

Mind manipulation.

He recalled the origins of the Heavenly Wolf Khan—raised by a mother wolf, nurtured by the wolf pack, and spending thirteen years with wolves.

It's probably not just wolves that can be controlled.

"interesting."

Yun Yi put down the secret report and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

That Sirius Khan was smarter than he had expected.

Intentionally showing up, intentionally provoking, intentionally testing—

It wasn't for negotiation; it was to find out Yue Dan's background.

and then?

Then he calmly withdrew, leaving behind a mystery of "not being the real person".

What does this tell us?

This shows that the Sirius Khan never intended to confront Yue Dan head-on from the beginning.

He is waiting.

What are we waiting for?

Should we wait for the demons from the north to reach the capital? Should we wait for the Heavenly Crafts Army from the south to march north? Should we wait for him to be besieged on all sides and unable to attend to his own needs?

It's all possible.

……

Jizhou.

Thirty li outside the city.

Mo Wendao stood on a small hill, gazing at the city in the distance.

Jizhou.

Jizhou City.

According to intelligence, there are 80,000 people here.

The blood and energy of 80,000 people—enough for him to master both the Blood Fiend Technique and the Blood Demon Technique.

At that time—

He licked his lips, a greedy glint in his eyes.

That little emperor, that wolf cub from the grasslands, that woman from Jiangnan—

They were all his prey.

He leaped down from the small hill and headed towards Jizhou City.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

In the distance, on the official road, stood ten people.

Ten men in black armor.

They lined up in a row, blocking his way.

Mo Wendao was taken aback.

Then he laughed.

That smile was so bright, it was almost eerily bright.

"interesting."

He tilted his head, looking at the ten men in black armor. "That little emperor actually sent people to their deaths?"

Wei Long remained silent.

He simply raised his hand and made a gesture.

The nine men in black armor behind him moved at the same time.

No nonsense, no probing, no fancy moves—

He simply rushed over, raised his hand, and threw a punch.

Mo Wendao's pupils suddenly contracted.

So fast!

boom!

Ten punches landed simultaneously, causing the earth to shake and mountains to tremble.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the sky and the sun.

A moment later, the dust settled.

Mo Wendao stood there, completely unharmed.

But his expression changed.

His book, "The Three Mysteries of Asking the Way," exploded with questions about the mysteries.

This is the cultivation technique he practiced, which is divided into three realms: Questioning the Profound Transformation, Path to the Profound Transformation, and Heavenly Transformation.

Each change represents a life.

In this world, although he could not cultivate a true avatar, he managed to condense three transformations within his body by relying on his vast blood and qi.

Every change is a life.

Just now, his Wenxuan shattered.

He died once.

"you--"

His voice became hoarse, "Who is it?"

He was furious.

He was shocked.

He was terrified.

He believed that with his strength, he was definitely among the strongest in this ordinary world.

But that attack just now shattered his confidence.

Wei Long remained silent.

He simply raised his hand and made a second gesture.

The ten men in black armor moved again.

This time, even faster.

Even more ruthless.

Show no mercy.

Mo Wendao finally moved.

His body transformed into a blood-red shadow, weaving between the ten people.

Swift as a ghost, fast as lightning.

But even ten fists can catch up with him.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

A series of explosions shook the surrounding ground.

Mo Wendao was sent flying backwards.

It crashed into a giant mountain with a deafening roar.

Rocks collapsed, and dust and smoke filled the air.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Mo Wendao slowly stood up from the pile of rubble, looking disheveled—his robes were torn, his hair was disheveled, and the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth was particularly glaring in the moonlight.

But he did not die.

The ten men in black armor did not make another move.

They just stood there, lined up, watching him silently.

Wei Long's gaze fell on him, and his brows furrowed slightly.

That combined attack just now would have blasted anyone else into dust.

But this demon withstood the attack.

Although he was injured, he did not die.

"interesting."

Mo Wendao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly smiled.

That smile was eerie, so eerie it sent chills down your spine.

Ten.

He muttered to himself, as if counting, "Ten such monsters."

"That little emperor actually managed to raise ten monsters like that."

He raised his head and looked at Wei Long, his eyes filled with fanaticism.

"How did you get here?"

"What medicine did you take? What kind of martial arts did you practice?"

Wei Long did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and made a third gesture.

The ten people moved again.

This time, they held back.

Wei Long took the lead and punched Mo Wendao in the face.

The fist struck like thunder, its air surging and billowing.

Mo Wendao dodged to the side and slapped him in the chest with his palm.

The blood-red palm print solidified, carrying a strong stench of blood.