This stone cast has certainly stirred up waves, and the ministers of the Rizhao Empire are all unwilling. Having suffered such a huge loss before, how could they swallow it?

But regardless of how these ministers and military generals pleaded, the current Emperor Xia disregarded them all and issued a domineering order: anyone who defied it would be executed!

The Rizhao Empire has always been the domain of the Cyan Emperor, and his words carry the most weight.

Even though they were unwilling and extremely annoyed, no one dared to take such a risk.

Thus, the matter of seeking peace with the Great Xia Empire was decided. Duke Dingguo would serve as the envoy leader, accompanied by five others, to negotiate peace in the Great Xia Imperial Capital.

Duke Dingguo accepted this task with a bitter face. When the court session disbanded, he let out a heavy sigh and returned to his residence, despondent under the gaze of the Rizhao Empire's ministers, and began to pack his luggage.

...

Soon, the news of Rizhao Empire's initiative to seek peace spread to every corner of the Infinite Divine Domain. Many empires did not expect that just as the two nations were about to launch a monstrous battle, one of them would actually start to acknowledge defeat and plead!

Not only were those watching the spectacle surprised, even Xia Tianming was slightly taken aback, a bit unclear about the Rizhao Empire's approach.

"West Province was devastated, a bunch of Martial Sovereigns died, and then they just admitted defeat without doing anything?"

"Is Yun Changlin such a coward? I remember he was always vengeful; previously, when I was about to enter Central Province after pushing through West Province, Yun Changlin madly gathered a group of Celestial Tier Martial Sovereigns to attack me."

Xia Tianming blew his beard and glared, slapping the letter onto the table.

"Father, what do you mean?"

Xia Naiwen was sitting on the side, reading documents and memorials. Since Xia Feng left, Xia Tianming had called Xia Naiwen to his side to teach him how to handle these official documents day and night.

A month had passed, and Xia Naiwen had become extremely proficient; Xia Tianming now dumped all the unimportant documents to his son, finding time to comprehend the path of the Martial God.

"I mean, I want you to break through to Martial Sovereign sooner, take my place, so I can break through to the Martial God Realm!"

"Ah, if only you could cultivate a bit faster, the ancestral rule says only those who have reached Martial Sovereign can become Emperor Xia. Look at how long Xiao Feng has been cultivating you, why can't you break through to Martial Sovereign?"

Xia Tianming blew his beard and glared, unable to resist slapping Xia Naiwen.

Xia Naiwen helplessly shook his head and leaned back to dodge it.

He understood his father's temperament well; he had long been restless sitting on the Emperor Xia's throne, just waiting for him to become Martial Sovereign so he could announce his abdication.

He wasn't very concerned about becoming Emperor Xia.

Back in Xingyu City, he had already become indifferent by nature, not harboring much desire for power and ambition.

What he wanted was simple, as long as his family was safe and sound, it didn't matter if life was a bit more mundane.

But both his father and son were not ordinary, so the position of Emperor Xia was most suitable for him.

"When things happen unexpectedly, there must be something strange."

Xia Tianming took a deep breath, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"The Rizhao Empire has never acted this way, suffering such a big loss and yet coming to negotiate peace..."

Xia Tianming pondered deeply for a long time, but couldn't find the key reason.

"Forget it." He sighed, "Let Xiao Feng come back first. This time the war has been successful, and now that the fight is over, as his grandfather, I have to think about rewarding him."

Xia Naiwen nodded, picked up a piece of white paper, wrote a few lines, and then beckoned to the outside of the courtyard.

An attendant immediately ran over, received the paper with both hands, and quickly ran out.

Seven days later, Xia Feng returned to the Imperial Capital with ten women.

The territories seized from the Rizhao Empire were all handed over to the Great Xia Empire's Martial Sovereigns from the military, with four Lingxiao Pavilion Martial Sovereigns setting up defenses there.

Subsequently, 250,000 troops continued to enter the twelve cities of the Rizhao Empire.

The implication was clear: no matter what, these territories would never be returned to the Rizhao Empire.

Yet the Rizhao Empire showed no reaction at all, not only retracting its garrison by another 500 kilometers, but also sending a delegation to negotiate a ceasefire agreement with the Great Xia Empire.

And today, it was indeed Rizhao Empire's senior diplomat Duke Dingyuan who led the delegation, heading towards the Great Xia Imperial Capital.

Accompanied by a team behind him, Duke Dingyuan's old face looked grief-stricken as he lowered his head, entering through the gates of the Great Xia Empire.

The gathered Great Xia Empire citizens couldn't help but cheer as they were the victors in the conflict between the two nations!

But these cheers made the members of the Rizhao Empire extremely uncomfortable, and some of the more irritable guards couldn't resist placing their hands on their sword hilts, wishing they could draw their swords and chop down all the bystanders.

But the guard with the hand on his sword hilt had his head removed in the next second by a swift blade.

The Great Dragon General of Lingxiao Pavilion smirked as he withdrew his sword, kicking the corpse aside.

"You bastard, we're envoys, how dare you strike at us!"

Duke Dingyuan's eyes bulged in fury, grinding his teeth and pointing at the Great Dragon General's nose, cursing.

"Mind your attitude, you are envoys, but losing envoys."

The Great Dragon General, expressionless, approached Duke Dingyuan, slapping away his shriveled arm, looking down at him.

"Don't think it's like before. If I killed you here now, your Cyan Emperor wouldn't even dare let out a fart, do you believe it?"

Duke Dingyuan was stunned.

The Great Dragon General's words left him speechless.

Afterward, his old face flushed red, clenching his jaw in anger.

But he dared not speak out.

Even he couldn't understand why the Cyan Emperor had so easily conceded, but the court's stance inferred that if the Great Dragon General really killed him in the capital, the Cyan Emperor would not wage a war for him.

If there was any intention to wage, then why opt for peace?

"No matter how angry you are, hold it in, and look where you are before daring to draw your blade, what a fool," the Great Dragon General grumbled, shaking his head while walking away.

Not just Duke Dingyuan, but also the group of Rizhao Empire envoys behind him felt their humiliation swell to the extreme.

If it weren't for the mission to complete, they truly wished to fight the Great Dragon General here, even if it meant death!

Heads could be cut off, but the will cannot be lost!

But...

Thinking about the Cyan Emperor back at the capital, these people had no ways, their resentful expressions melted and once again showed a woeful face.

"No need to go further, let's talk here."

The delegation from the Rizhao Empire was prepared to continue forward, but the front carriage was halted by a large foot placed firmly on it.

Xia Feng stood with arms crossed, as expressionless as the Great Dragon General, standing atop as he stared coldly at the envoys from the Rizhao Empire.

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