The Peerless Emperor

The war was progressing very smoothly, with victories reported everywhere.

Huaxia Empire's terrifying military power sent chills down the spines of the entire Southern Domain's forces, their confidence utterly shattered by the Empire's unbroken streak of victories, leaving them too frightened to continue the resistance.

Now, any forces in the Southern Domain that dared to obstruct Huaxia Empire would be mercilessly crushed, their morale completely annihilated, with no survivors.

As time passed, they grew increasingly reluctant to entertain the fantasy that they could measure up to Huaxia Empire, or that they could band together with other forces to overcome the adversary.

Their courage had been eroded to nothing by the Huaxia Army's unrivaled strength and the unstoppable soul cannons.

Gradually, they began to realize that it made more sense to surrender and disband their forces as the Huaxia Empire demanded rather than senselessly marching to their deaths, thereby preserving their lives.

Especially when they saw that the leaders of the dissolved forces, after swearing oaths of allegiance to Huaxia Empire, were not mistreated.

In fact, they could still manage their own territories, and aside from having an Emperor over them, it seemed there was no other difference from before.

Had it been in the past, they would naturally not make such a decision.

But now there was no choice; Huaxia Empire was simply too powerful, leaving no hope for resistance.

All they knew was that any clash with Huaxia Empire would end in only one way: defeat and death.

So what need was there for resistance?

Because of this, the speed at which Huaxia Empire was taking over the Southern Domain accelerated, and parts of the domain became part of the Empire even before the Imperial Army arrived.

Ah...

A gentle breeze blew by, and Zhang Juncheng's figure appeared beside Lin Qian, looking even younger.

After joining Huaxia Empire and participating in improving the soul cannons with the Heavenly Art Department, Zhang Juncheng's former passion was reignited, which was reflected in his youthful appearance.

When one's heart regains its past fervor, one's face naturally reverts to its youthful, bold, and spirited look.

At this moment, Zhang Juncheng had also restored his strength to the peak of the Awakening Realm, possessing Overlord Level combat prowess. Even when previously attacking the Wild Wave Sect and Guiyuan Valley, there were two reclusive experts with Overlord Level power.

But they still fell by his hand.

After all, these two individuals, although they were of the Awakening Realm at Overlord Level, were far inferior in combat strength to Zhang Juncheng. Even Emperor Yuheng could single-handedly oppose both of them.

Therefore, the Territory of Emperor Yuheng was firmly suppressing the Wild Wave Sect and Guiyuan Valley.

Nevertheless, the role of Zhang Juncheng was indispensable in Huaxia Empire's victory over these two forces with minimal loss.

"Your Majesty," Zhang Juncheng, who had approached Lin Qian, said slowly, "there are two extremely mighty presences approaching us from a distance. I guess one of them is the Great Emperor of the Territory of Yuheng. The origins of the other are not simple; both should be Ninth Level of the Awakening Realm with Overlord Level combat power."

The current battle was nearing its end, the Yuan Yu Army defending this place had been nearly entirely annihilated, and Lin Qian also shifted his gaze away from this battlefield.

"Two beings with Overlord Level power exist in the Territory of Yuheng?" Lin Qian looked at Zhang Juncheng with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "Master Zhang, are you certain?"

Zhang Juncheng nodded affirmatively, gazing forward: "Not only that, although this person is also of the Ninth Level of the Awakening Realm, his strength far exceeds Emperor Yuheng. Currently, even I would have difficulty defeating him in a short period of time."

"However, within half an hour, he must be slain,"

Lin Qian nodded in agreement with Zhang Juncheng's words, trusting him completely.

The name of Sword Formation Emperor was not without merit, and perhaps Zhang Juncheng did not possess any rapid lethal moves.

However, his sword formation's moves were well-balanced in offense and defense, with the formation appearing to prioritize defense but actually concealing lethal intentions.

And while the Sword Qi of the sword formation attacked relentlessly, it remained impenetrable in defense, leaving the enemy with no opportunity to find a breach.

Often, without the enemy's awareness, Zhang Juncheng's sword formation would already have ensnared them, leaving them with no avenue to advance or retreat, ultimately falling in despair within the formation.

The terror of Zhang Juncheng lay in his ability to unconsciously drag you into his rhythm, leading to your demise without a clue.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Sword Formation Emperor Zhang Juncheng, combined with his past efforts to refine his sword formation, tirelessly seeking opponents and sparring with others day and night, even narrowly escaping death on several occasions.

As a result, Zhang Juncheng had an extremely rich experience in combat, which was indispensable for Lin Qian's learning and immense help in battle.

Wei Wushuang was the master who had saved Lin Qian's life and introduced him to cultivation, while Zhang Juncheng was the teacher who taught him how to fight.

Meanwhile, the powerful presence in the distance was rapidly approaching. Lin Qian could now make out the figure arriving high above from afar.

Bang!

The airstream burst, and Emperor Yuheng and Yun Meng appeared in the air in front of Lin Qian, looking down from above.

"Seeing is believing indeed," Emperor Yuheng murmured as he looked down at the one-sided battle below, his face dark and terrifying.

Beside him, Yun Meng stared intensely at Lin Qian, "You are too much like your mother."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qian's expression grew solemn as he looked towards the other, "Who are you, from the Yun family in the Central Domain?"

"Indeed, Yun Meng. Although I am from a collateral line of the Yun family, even your mother would have to respectfully call me 'Brother' upon seeing me," Yun Meng declared arrogantly, looking down on Lin Qian, "Your maternal grandfather was merely the sworn son of the patriarch, and your maternal grandmother just a woman from the family's collateral branches, of lowly status. Thus, your mother wasn't much nobler."

"What's more, she tarnished the family's reputation by eloping with someone and giving birth to you." Yun Meng observed the unease gradually appearing on Lin Qian's face with some satisfaction, "Put simply, to the Yun family, you are nothing but an illegitimate child, a misbegotten offspring, undeserving of life in this world."

"Therefore, today I shall cleanse the family by eliminating you."

Zhang Juncheng, hearing these words, looked visibly upset. Lin Qian was not only his emperor but also his disciple; all his past combat experience had been passed down to him.

He didn't know the full background of Lin Qian's connection with this man, but such insults towards his disciple as calling him an illegitimate child, a misbegotten offspring, were unbearable.

"Filthy trash!" A hysterical roar suddenly erupted from afar; even before the individual appeared, his voice arrived with force.

Even though the figure of the yelling person was not yet visible, anyone could hear the volcanic rage in those words.

"The emperor's nobility is unmatched, and yet you, this cursed beast, dare to be so presumptuous. It's unbelievable! Not even a thousand cuts or a life of slavery and prostitution would atone for your sins."

"Bastard, waste, lowly trash!!!"

The familiar curses filled Lin Qian's eyes with sympathy as he looked at Yun Meng, "You've angered my crazy fan, you know you're done for, right?"