The raging flames followed the giant axe with a sweeping flame trail, the terrifying giant axe splitting the space open and landing directly in front of the Third Cyan Emperor's face.

Three minutes was just right.

The bodies of the Second and Third Cyan Emperors fell from the sky.

A petite figure, having just finished gathering essence blood from elsewhere, suddenly appeared behind them.

Sun Yazhu frowned adorably, taking out a bottle to carefully collect the remaining essence from the two Celestial Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereigns.

In this battle, every Martial Sovereign slain by Xia Feng and the senior ancestors was attended to by Sun Yazhu.

This Emperor's Blood could be considered the supreme treasure. Obtaining a few dozen drops under normal circumstances was already quite rare, so given this opportunity, how could she, a frugal housewife, possibly let it go!

In just a short time, Sun Yazhu had already collected more than twenty whole bottles.

This essence blood from the Martial Sovereigns was comparable to the top-grade heavenly materials and earthly treasures when used for alchemy.

The blood dripped from Xia Feng's body, yet he remained expressionless as he fought the current Cyan Emperor.

Though his body was soaked in blood stains, the current Cyan Emperor's condition was similar.

Dark scales had been stripped down in large chunks by Xia Feng, along with his bloodied flesh falling to the ground, burning and polluting large patches of land.

Xia Feng and the current Cyan Emperor were evenly matched, neither able to overcome the other; but faced with the demonized and crazy Yun Changlin, Xia Feng could only fight recklessly as well.

Three minutes in, both were close to severe injury.

And in the next moment, Xia Feng's heart jumped violently, as the massive and overwhelming Spiritual Qi within him began to dissipate, and his realm quickly fell.

The half-human, half-demon current Cyan Emperor sensed the opportunity, showing a frenzy of ecstatic madness, and charged fiercely at Xia Feng once more!

But this time, he hit an iron wall.

Xia Qingyang and Xia Haiwei flashed before the current Cyan Emperor, a sword and an axe cleaving tyrannically, sending him flying!

"Well done." Xia Haiwei looked at Xia Feng and said in a deep voice.

"Your line, both grandfather and grandson, are such monsters; but trying to retrain that shattered Exquisite Heart is going to be difficult." Xia Qingyang turned and shook his head at Xia Feng, clicking his tongue.

Xia Feng rubbed the back of his head and smiled without saying much.

If he were to tell the two that his Nine Orifice Exquisite Heart only needed nine days of sleep to fully recover, their jaws might indeed drop to the ground.

Although the demonized current Cyan Emperor's realm was strong, he was severely injured; with Xia Qingyang and Xia Haiwei now facing him together, there was no longer any possibility of victory.

"Let's finish off this demon together; don't waste time," Xia Haiwei said coldly.

The consecutive Xia Emperors did not waste words; it was already a war of extermination—why duel when they could gang up?

The current Cyan Emperor, turned demon, had lost much of his spiritual wisdom, but even the dumbest pig knows to flee when faced with ten Celestial Tier Martial Sovereigns.

A towering beam of demonic light shot into the sky, rushing towards the northwest corner where there were the fewest people.

"You won't get away!"

Xia Haiwei roared, as the fiery space spread out again, a gigantic Flame Giant Demon reaching out a massive hand to grab Yun Changlin's right foot.

Yun Changlin let out a strange cry, using his arm to cut at the Flame Giant Demon's arm, taking some effort to break free.

But the few seconds of delay allowed Xia Qingyang to flash behind him.

The sharp blade unsheathed, razor-sharp and unparalleled.

In the sky, a demon head rolled down.

Thus, all previous Cyan Emperors of the Rizhao Empire were slain.

Xia Qingyang and the successive Xia Emperors stabilized themselves in the air, quietly overlooking the Rizhao Empire's Imperial Capital, unable to recover for a long time.

The Rizhao Empire, having clashed with the Great Xia Empire for hundreds of thousands of years, was about to crumble, with no one left to save it.

Every Martial Sovereign with the surname Yun in this country was dead; who else could rule such a massive empire?

It seemed that the territory of the Great Xia Empire was about to expand greatly again.

"It's over." Xia Feng, supported by ten women, stood up, nodding with a smile.

"Not yet; there's still one thing."

Xia Qingyang landed beside Xia Feng and continued, "The Rizhao Empire has stationed a million troops on the border. Although the Yun family is dead, there are still some foreign Martial Sovereigns commanding the troops."

"Understood." Xia Feng nodded, "I will handle this matter."

"We can hold off for now," Xia Qingyang laughed, "The news from the Imperial Capital probably hasn't reached them yet. Once they learn that the Yun family is dead, their morale will collapse, making it easier to handle."

Xia Feng nodded, and in a mysterious moment, he suddenly felt as if a prying gaze was fixed on his back.

"Is there someone else?"

Xia Feng's eyes sharpened, and he abruptly turned to slash out with a sword.

With a thunderous boom, two figures were suddenly ejected from the small house behind Xia Feng.

Everyone turned towards the sound, and upon seeing those two figures, their expressions were peculiar.

Xia Feng was also stunned, not expecting to discover these two here.

It was the former Emperor Xia, Xia Tianming, and the former Emperor's Son, Xia Naiwu, who had fled to the Rizhao Empire.

At this moment, the two were blasted out by Xia Feng, staring at him in terror, trembling all over.

Earlier, Xia Feng had slaughtered eight Martial Sovereigns and fought fiercely with the demonized current Cyan Emperor.

This level of strength was close to reaching the heavens.

Even at their peak, they couldn't match Xia Feng's current power.

Not to mention that now they were only a Martial Emperor and a Martial Venerable.

The resources of the Rizhao Empire had only slightly raised their realms, but compared to people from the Great Xia Empire, they were just two ants.

"Interesting, I almost forgot about you two, didn't expect you to reveal yourselves."

In the next second, Xia Feng grinned coldly, causing Xia Tianming and Xia Naiwu's scalps to tingle, cold sweat pouring down.

They were indeed unlucky.

After struggling to reach the Rizhao Empire, the two useless individuals contributed no valuable information apart from some intelligence.

Xia Tianming couldn't even meet Princess Qinghe, only Xia Naiwu, as a son, could see her once and receive some resources.

Once, Xia Tianming had been the lofty Emperor Xia, with Princess Qinghe obedient to him in everything.

But now, Xia Tianming was merely a cripple, with his Martial Dao realm no more than an ant's; Princess Qinghe was unwilling to even acknowledge their relationship.

All she did was occasionally dispense some elixirs and cultivation artifacts through servants, with no other interaction.

Xia Tianming and Xia Naiwu lived poorly in the Rizhao Empire, far from their previous days of commanding the winds and rains.

But at least they didn't have to work in the Dynasty or Sacred Land to earn resources, as the Rizhao Empire, even if treating them like dogs, provided for them.

The two lived in a small house outside the Empire, spending their days cultivating and plotting revenge against Xia Feng's family.

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