Listening to the faint shouts coming from Taihang City, the Great Xia Soldiers remained completely undisturbed.

Although their eyes were still weary, there was an unmistakable excitement within them.

The intervention of the Emperor's Son presented a rare opportunity not often witnessed.

Xia Feng, clad in the commander's armor, rode his warhorse to the forefront of the army.

The general on the city wall glanced at him, not recognizing it was Xia Feng, mistaking him for some general leading the charge, and waved for the soldiers to shoot arrows.

However, neither the light arrows nor the heavy crossbows could get within five meters of Xia Feng before they were shattered by the Great Dao Rules.

The general on the opposite side looked a bit cautious, frowning as he glanced at Xia Feng.

"Who dares to challenge from below, state your name!"

Xia Feng didn't speak, but his palm crackled with lightning, and a patch of Purple Thunder vaguely appeared in the sky, the thunderous roar looking exceptionally terrifying.

The general of Taihang City, merely a Profound Tier Fifth Layer Martial Sovereign, had never encountered such an experience and was immediately somewhat flustered.

Yet, thinking of Emperor Li's orders and his family far away in the Imperial Capital, he could only grit his teeth and continue to inquire.

"I do not kill nameless men, who is the brat below! State your name!"

Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and suddenly removed his helmet, revealing a slightly flamboyant smile to the general of Taihang City.

Even without witnessing Xia Feng, as a Demigod, clash head-on with the Martial Sovereign of the Martial God, they had all seen Xia Feng's portrait.

Xia Feng was indeed too popular now, and the general above directly panicked.

"The Great Xia Emperor's Son? A Demigod?"

He looked at the increasingly dense thunderclouds overhead, seemingly ready to strike down lightning at any moment, and exclaimed frantically.

"You are a Demigod, interfering in such wars is simply..."

Xia Feng had grown tired of his clamor, and a streak of lightning leaped from the thunderclouds in the sky, striking directly at the Taihang City general.

However, the general seemed to have some treasure; although Xia Feng's casual strike took half his life, he still clung to life.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he immediately crushed the Help Talisman and sent out the message.

Almost instantly, several Divine Senses crossed time and space, landing over this city.

As if feeling supported, the general struggled to sit up from the ground.

With a charred face from the strike, he sneered: "The Great Xia Emperor's Son, is that all...?"

He coldly laughed at the thunderclouds above: "With so many watching, would you still ignore your status and strike at me directly?"

Xia Feng felt that this person's mind must have some problem; how could this be the most pressing issue at this time?

In the midst of the lightning, a massive hand suddenly emerged, growing to the size of the entire city before slamming down towards Taihang City below.

Seeing Xia Feng actually ignoring decorum, the general of Taihang City once again panicked.

"No, you can't do this, there are many soldiers here, I—I surrender, I beg the Emperor's Son to spare my life!"

He struggled to turn over and knelt, secretly thinking that once the city gates opened, he must continue to harass the Great Xia Soldiers, ensuring they couldn't rest.

How could Xia Feng not know his thoughts, and with no hesitation, the massive hand in the sky pressed down, smashing the entire city to pieces.

As for the soldiers and the general inside, they vanished in an instant.

The Divine Senses summoned by General Taihang's Help Talisman remained silent, no one dared to make a move.

Xia Feng surveyed the surroundings with his gaze: "Have you seen enough?"

"No rush, I will visit each of you soon enough."

With these words, the surrounding Divine Senses seemed shocked, quickly fleeing from the location, leaving not a single one behind.

Xia Feng chuckled disdainfully, waved his massive hand several times, and the whole city was leveled, even pressing down the soil so the Great Xia Soldiers could set up camp more easily.

The thick, dark thunderclouds gradually dispersed, and the Great Dao Rules on Xia Feng slowly returned to his body.

Chu Yue and Feng Yu exchanged glances, signaling to each other.

Finally, Feng Yu smacked his lips and approached Xia Feng: "Emperor's Son, don't be too sad, it's all their own choice."

Xia Feng looked at him in confusion, seemingly not understanding what breeze Feng Yu was riding now.

Feng Yu mustered his courage, took two steps forward, patted Xia Feng's shoulder, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice: "Emperor's Son, in war… casualties are inevitable."

"You need not blame yourself, nor be too sad. If it really becomes too hard to bear, I will come to your tent tonight..."

Xia Feng raised his leg and kicked him, sending Feng Yu rolling several times.

With a hint of coldness in his expression, Xia Feng completely ignored Feng Yu's crazy words and ideas, perhaps this former Celestial Wind Emperor had been too stifled, so he would go mad occasionally.

Then Chu Yue also approached to comfort him: "Emperor's Son, executing someone as a warning is a way to reduce casualties. I know you are compassionate, but..."

Xia Feng frowned even tighter: "What nonsense are you two spouting, there have been no casualties in Great Xia, stop with the jinxing."

Sparing no thought, he realized they assumed he bore a psychological burden for wiping out an entire city.

Understanding this, his expression grew more speechless: "Please, I am not a three-year-old child, war claims lives, especially those of the enemy."

He chuckled faintly: "Had you not surrendered quickly, your cities, your countries, would all end up like this."

Feng Yu climbed back up, exchanging a serious glance with Chu Yue, neither speaking.

Xia Feng couldn't be bothered with these overly thoughtful 'young men', heading straight to the main tent for rest.

This time the rest lasted a full half-month. Although the surrounding cities knew the Great Xia Army had gathered here, no one dared cause trouble again.

After all, Xia Feng's hand was so heavy, everyone understood his intent.

Moreover, in this strike, Xia Feng conveyed his thinking.

He was never a venerated Maitreya Buddha, but a true God of Death.

Earlier restraint was merely due to Great Chu and Celestial Wind having better insight, but now Great Xia had come seeking his wrath, naturally leading him to strike.

Just as Xia Feng thought a few peaceful days would ensue to flatten Great Li smoothly, urgent reports arrived from the scouts.

Upon tearing open the battle report, Xia Feng's face darkened, and he slammed the report on the table, allowing the surrounding generals to see the situation clearly depicted.

Chen Hongyu was the first to accept it, holding it as he read aloud.

"Beiman raids Celestial Wind Province's granary, this time the provisions seemed to have suffered, hope Emperor's Son sends troops to reinforce and guard the provisions."

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