After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

"I am the Son of Heaven, ordained by Heaven, and have the right to decide the lives and deaths of countless people. You lowly villains dare to speak of the majesty of the imperial family; you deserve to die!"

Zhao Wenhe's speech was relatively smooth until he spoke of the majesty of the imperial family. At that moment, an unimaginable surge of profound inner energy rose from Zhao Wenhe's dantian, carrying blood from thousands of miles away into his mouth before gushing out.

This was no longer a lion's roar, but a thunderous sound that traveled for miles. The entire summit of Mount Dawu was covered by the booming sound coming from all directions, wave after wave. In its grandeur, it was as if the heavens above the sky were angrily rebuking all living beings in the mortal world.

The might of Heaven is overwhelming.

Zhao Wenhe once used this thunderous sound to terrify 10,000 rebel soldiers, causing them to flee in panic and collapse. He also made the people of a county kneel and kowtow, believing that the heavens had revealed their divine intervention and that a true god had descended to earth.

But this scene frightened the common people, not Li Bai.

Li Bai interrupted.

"A ruler who has lost his country dares to talk nonsense about destiny."

Then countless Taibai sword energies appeared from Li Bai's side. Li Bai waved his hand, and the sword energies surged down like a tide, crashing into Zhao Wenhe's protective aura.

The explosive roar continued, but Zhao Wen remained unmoved, even blocking the Taibai sword energy for a few seconds. The empress, whose martial arts cultivation had reached the level of a terrestrial immortal, spoke mockingly.

"Nonsense!"

The Empress clenched her fist and threw a punch with great poise and power.

With this punch, the music of the "Little Knife Society" that filled the heavens and earth was almost twisted, the storm of light gathered, and the strange phenomenon of the heavens and earth collapsing and everything tilting towards this fist reappeared.

The ultimate goal of martial arts is to become a terrestrial immortal; with a single punch, heaven and earth follow.

Li Bai's expression was solemn, but the next moment, a burly man with muscles so large they seemed to tear his scholar's robes from his body ran out of the darkness.

"Layman, I'm here to help you."

The scholar, carrying a two-meter-long gleaming silver spear, touched Li Bai with his toes, then raised the spear, its red tassel unfurling before the Empress like a dancing flame, within which a cold glint appeared, before the spear shot out like a dragon.

"Oh!"

The collision between the dragon spearhead and Zhao Wenhe's fist energy caused the surrounding mountains to explode, and the rolling rocks completely destroyed the Great Wu Palace of the Heavenly Emperor's Dojo.

Just as the hilltop was crumbling, another scholar dressed in Confucian robes rushed out, carrying a large, golden hammer.

The scholar shouted.

"Tyrants should be executed!"

Immediately, he stepped into the void, ignoring the shattered peak of Mount Dawu, and boldly rushed to Zhao Wenhe's front. Without hesitation, he smashed the giant drum-shaped golden hammer in front of Zhao Wenhe.

"Oh!"

The immense innate qi in front of Zhao Wenhe surged, and huge ripples spread out, causing even someone as powerful as Zhao Wenhe to take a few steps back.

Zhao Wenhe said with great enthusiasm.

"Who goes there!"

The burly Confucian scholar with the gun shouted.

"Xin Youan, the Spear Saint of Jiaxuan!"

The burly man wielding the golden hammer and drumstick shouted.

“Wang Yangming of a certain family.”

"Add one more!"

Then another burly man emerged from the darkness, wielding a large, powerful sword. This man was tall and muscular, with strong but not ferocious features.

"I am Yu Tingyi."

Zhao Wenhe smiled nonchalantly.

"You are all people who have left your mark in history, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, why bother..."

Wang Yangming, Li Bai, Yu Qian, and Xin Qiji all shouted in unison.

"You wretch, die!!!"

Zhao Wenhe's pupils contracted, and he roared angrily.

"Very well, today I will make sure that you traitors die a horrible death!"

Zhao Wenhe unleashed his full protective aura and stood alongside Yu Qian and Wang Yangming, who were wielding a horse-slaying saber and a drum-beating golden hammer.

In ancient times, it seemed to be a consensus that scholars were weak and military officers were strong. In fact, there were many scholars with fierce personalities, such as Xin Qiji. When he heard that the leader of the rebel army, who was also Xin Qiji's former superior, Geng Jing, had been killed by the traitor Zhang Anguo, he immediately led more than fifty people to attack the enemy camp of tens of thousands of people, defeated the enemy, captured the traitor, and brought him back to Jiankang to be executed by the Southern Song court.

His temper was extremely fierce, unparalleled in his time.

During the banditry at Damao Mountain, Wang Yangming personally led his elite troops to garrison in Shanghang. He feigned a retreat, launched a surprise attack, and destroyed more than forty strongholds. During this period, he used ruthless methods and killed countless people.

But all of this only applies to ordinary people.

Zhao Wenhe was a true terrestrial deity, one of the eight righteous gods, and a figure whose fortunes were bestowed upon a dynasty.

Even Zhao Kuangyin, who established his country through military force, was no more skilled in martial arts than Zhao Wenhe with a single punch.

Zhao Wenhe's aura pierced through heaven and earth, like a giant pillar supporting the sky, separating Penglai Island from the world.

Compared to this magnificent scene, Li Bai, Wang Yangming, Yu Qian, and Xin Qiji are merely minor blemishes.

A hilltop in the distance.

Wenquxing looked in Zhao Wenhe's direction with a worried expression. In less than a minute, Wang Yangming fell with his Thunder Drum Golden Hammer, turning to dust upon landing. Then came Yu Qian and Li Bai, who were torn to shreds by Zhao Wenhe's fist energy.

Wenquxing pressed his hand to his chest and asked himself the question.

"Will it work?"

Zhou Yan's voice came quickly.

"Yes, you can. Arona said that she and you are very compatible, and she has accumulated so much power over time. Grandpa Ye, please do as you please."

Wenquxing breathed a sigh of relief. The old man took out a book from his pocket and carefully stroked the surface of the book with his fingers.

Wenquxing, who oversees the literary tradition of the Eastern Xia Federation, can draw upon historical figures of great literary prowess through this connection. However, due to his previous visit to the Kunlun Immortal Palace where he was severely injured by the palace's magical arts, the number of literary figures he can summon is limited.

Otherwise, Wenquxing would have already summoned a dozen or twenty scholars to push Zhao Wenhe over.

However, things are different now that there are mirage dragons.

Now that they had made up their minds to fight Zhao Wenhe, Wenquxing had also discussed with Zhou Yan how to fight and how to cooperate to achieve a result greater than the sum of its parts.

The result of the discussion was simple: Wenquxing would summon scholars, and Shenlong would use her supernatural power of condensing the ethereal into the real to enhance the scholars summoned by Wenquxing. She even used the power of condensing the ethereal into the real to summon scholars that Wenquxing could not summon in its heyday, even with various magical artifacts.

"boom!"

A halo swept across the sky, and Xin Qiji, the last scholar summoned by the God of Literature, who had the most violent temper and even shouted "Kill the traitors!" three times before dying, was also killed by Zhao Wenhe.

Zhao Wenhe arrived through the void, reaching within a hundred meters of Wenquxing in just two breaths.

"My dear minister, I will remember you."

Zhao Wenhe threw a punch at Wenquxing, but only halfway through the punch when a handsome young man with flowing sleeves, a feather fan, and a jade-like face walked out from behind him. The handsome young man smiled.

"Do you recognize this formation?"

In an instant, countless Kongming lanterns rose from around Zhao Wenhe. Under the light, the sky was no longer the sky, the earth was no longer the earth, and the universe seemed to change.

Zhao Wenhe said disdainfully.

"Zhuge Kongming!"

"How dare you stop me!"

Zhao Wenhe's boundless aura exploded once more, pushing away Zhuge Liang's Kongming lantern.

Zhuge Liang's Later Heaven Bagua Formation could stop a thousand troops, but Zhao Wenhe was even stronger than a thousand troops. Faced with this extraordinary formation, he adopted a straightforward and forceful approach, refusing to resort to trickery or underhanded tactics. This was also Zhao Wenhe's favorite fighting style. As a ruler, as an emperor, he should act with integrity and command respect from all sides.

Beside the God of Literature.

Zhuge Liang, gently waving his feather fan, shook his head.

"My lord, this tyrannical ruler is too cruel and tyrannical. I fear I cannot stop him even in five breaths."

Wenquxing sighed.

"It's alright, I'm ready."

From the age of thirteen, when Wenquxing awakened his bloodline, he could travel through the literary history of the Eastern Xia Federation and summon famous historical figures by condensing literary energy.

These literati varied in strength and ability, and the amount of literary effort they needed to put in also differed.

Over time, the Wenquxing (the star of literature) also served as a standard for the combat strength of scholars throughout history, based on the amount of literary talent they possessed.

The weakest are those whose names are unknown in history; these literary figures can be summoned without any effort. Next are those whose names are famous in history, and even among those famous, there are varying degrees of popularity.

Those with low popularity are not strong when summoned, while those with high popularity, such as Li Bai and Wang Yangming, are not only capable in themselves, but can also carry the faith of mortals, causing their faith to gather and form their own incense and golden body, possessing the power of demigods.

At its peak, Wenquxing was able to summon nearly a hundred demigod scholars with incense and golden bodies.

But it was at that time that Wenquxing searched through all the literary veins and suddenly discovered a monster that even if he poured all his literary energy into it, he could not fill even one-tenth of the monster needed for summoning.

Wenquxing was thinking that when his awakening level was higher, reaching over 90% or even 100%, he might be able to summon this monster to see for himself.

As a result of the battle at Kunlun Immortal Palace, Wuqu Star fell and Wenqu Star was seriously injured. Even with the auspicious light of the Nine-Colored Deer covering their bodies, there was no sign of improvement.

Therefore, Wenquxing often thought that he might never be able to summon that monster in his lifetime.

Until Zhou Yan pulled out the Caslan-eyed mirage dragon Arona.

This mirage dragon is a Dragon King, with 95% awakening level, and its innate supernatural power is to solidify the ethereal.

Wenquxing used his own literary energy as a guide, and then had Arona infuse her dream mist magic into the monster.

The monster began to recover at an unimaginable speed.

"Crash..."

The Kongming lantern was pushed aside by Zhao Wenhe, who possessed unparalleled inner strength. Zhao Wenhe strolled up to the God of Literature and spoke condescendingly.

"My dear minister, as I face my death, I ask you one question: Why did you betray me?"

Zhao Wenhe really liked Wenquxing, which she couldn't understand. She thought that if Wenquxing followed her, even if he wasn't very capable, he would definitely become a favorite of the emperor, living a life of luxury and wealth, and bringing blessings to his descendants.

It can't be that this old man suddenly switched sides after being swayed by Zhou Yan's words, can it?

A clever person like Wenquxing, even if unwilling to serve the emperor, could simply stay far away; why must he openly rebel?

Don't you know that the water in this world is too cold, and if your scalp itches, dying in vain is pointless?

Not knowing how to maneuver will only cost you your life and fortune.

Wenquxing touched a book in his hand, then looked up and asked.

"Your Majesty, may I ask whether you believe in Taoism and its virtues?"

Zhao Wenhe looked disdainful.

"What is useful to me is called morality; what is useless will naturally be used by the pens of scholars all over the world to advocate for me."

When Zhao Wenhe was still the emperor, even if he took a dump, the pens around him would say it smelled good. At that time, Zhao Wenhe realized that there was no such thing as morality in this world. As long as you sit high enough, whatever you do will naturally have literati come to praise and shout for you. They would even consider it an honor to lick your ass.

The book in Wenquxing's hand began to tremble and stir.

Wenquxing pressed down on the book with one hand and asked again.

"Your Majesty, I have a question that I do not understand, and I hope Your Majesty can answer it."

Zhao Wenhe nodded.

"My dear minister, please ask."

For every word Wenquxing speaks, hundreds or thousands of people in the human world die. These hundreds or thousands of deaths then become points of awakening, which are fed back to Zhao Wenhe, increasing his power.

Therefore, Zhao Wenhe didn't mind talking to Wenquxing more, as the longer he delayed, the stronger she became. Moreover, she possessed the divine status of the Plague God, and in the event of a great plague, Zhao Wenhe could quickly revive even after dying several times.

"The Wenquxing joked."

"Your Majesty, the Tang Dynasty had Li Bai, Gao Shi, Wang Changling, and Li Qi; the Song Dynasty had Li Qingzhao, the Three Su's, and Wang Anshi; the Yuan Dynasty had Wang Mian and Zhang Yuan. Throughout history, countless literary figures have left their mark on history. Among these literary figures, which one..."

Wenquxing fell silent.

Zhao Wenhe asked curiously.

"Who is the most talented and the best at governing the country, or is he merely a figurehead?"

Zhao Wenhe thought for a moment and then replied.

"In terms of talent, Li Bai deserves a place; in terms of governing the country and bringing peace to the people, Zhuge Liang can be ranked among the top three."

Zhuge Liang, standing beside the God of Literature, bowed and said.