Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister

The battle between Great Xia and Great Zhou lasted for seven days!

Inside the military tent.

Qi Lin looked at the casualty figures in his hands, and involuntarily his hand trembled.

Two hundred thousand ordinary soldiers died, including five hundred high-ranking Martial Artists of the third and second grade.

It was too tragic.

Even he felt heartache at this moment.

These were the foundations of Great Xia!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what exactly are you trying to do!"

Qi Lin's voice trembled at this moment.

We truly cannot continue like this.

If we keep fighting, even if we win, what will happen to Great Xia in the future?

Although the Demon Beast disturbance was suppressed last time and those passages were sealed, who can guarantee it won't happen again?

The high-ranking Martial Artists are all dead. If the Demon Beasts attack again, Great Xia is doomed.

Although he doesn't know the specifics, the ancient demise was because of these Demon Beasts.

The Emperor should know about this, right?

But why, knowing this, does he still act this way?

He truly could not understand.

Moreover, the soldiers of Great Xia are also shocked by the brutality of this war, and many have voiced their objections.

In their view, this is no longer a normal war between two nations; it is completely like killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of ourselves, or even a thousand.

What's the difference from mutual self-destruction?

Qi Lin did not blame them too much, as what they said was not wrong.

Then, he left the tent with the casualty figures.

...

At this moment, on the Great Zhou side.

Zhou Yi's face was as dark as water, the casualty figures shocking him.

Not only that, dozens stood in the hall, each with an extremely grim expression.

"Zhou Yi, we cannot continue like this. If we keep fighting, everyone will die!" Si Hong was burning with anger, even calling him by name without any courtesy.

His Blood Pool Sect lost over a dozen Third Grade members in this battle.

Nearly a hundred below Third Grade.

Even when Great Xia besieged the sect back in the day, so many didn't die.

One can imagine how furious he is now.

"Indeed, if we keep fighting like this, even if we win, our sects are finished!"

"Zhou Yi, please let the Emperor take action!"

"It's been so long, and the Emperor hasn't shown up. Isn't this inappropriate?"

....

At this moment, these sects were unusually united, all voicing support for Si Hong.

Meanwhile, in the back of the crowd, Luo Tian's eyes held a glimmer of a smile, but he quickly concealed it.

"Enough!"

Zhou Yi, standing above, shouted, coldly looking at these people.

In a deep voice, he asked, "What do you want me to do? Did I start this war? Great Xia seems insane, what can I do?"

"You tell me, Si Hong! If Great Zhou lets you make the decisions, whatever you say, I'll listen!"

Forcing him?

Will it work!

They are all in the same boat, and they still come to make trouble at this time?

Then just let them make their own decisions.

"Make the decision myself?" Si Hong coldly looked at him, "Am I, Si Hong, the Regent King of Great Zhou?"

"Does my surname Si Hong become Zhou?"

"Ridiculous, if you can't, let the Emperor come out!"

He managed the Blood Pool Sect for so many years and wouldn't be scared by a few words from Zhou Yi.

No one present was easy to deal with.

"The Emperor refrains from action to handle Xia Yi in the end. Don't you all know this? If he acts now, it would mean prematurely starting the final showdown. Is this what you want to see?"

Si Hong could speak eloquently, he was not weak either.

They were all thousand-year-old foxes; none was easy to provoke.

"Then tell me, what should we do now?"

Si Hong was furious, harshly questioning, at this point, no one cared about face.

But this can't continue, people can't keep dying!

"Let me discuss it with the Emperor!"

At this moment, Zhou Yi also calmed down, acknowledging that Si Hong was not wrong.

It cannot continue like this.

"Three days, we only give you three days. After three days, give us a satisfactory answer, or else don't blame us for burning bridges. Although the wilderness is bad, at least we won't die!"

This was their final ultimatum to Great Zhou, the result of deliberations among these sects.

Everyone wants to live a good life, but the prerequisite is to stay alive.

After they left, Zhou Yi could no longer sit still and left the hall to find Zhou Zheng.

Looking at their attitude, if not handled well, the war wouldn't need to be fought, and Great Zhou would be annihilated.

Without these sects' people, it's impossible to resist the experts of Great Xia.

Thinking of these, his heart became more anxious, his Spiritual Power surged violently within, and his speed doubled!

Half an hour later.

The Imperial City of Great Zhou appeared in Zhou Yi's view.

Flying was prohibited above the Imperial City, a rule set when Zhou Zheng took the throne, but at this moment, he could no longer care about these people.

"Uncle Wang, Taihe Palace!"

At this moment, Zhou Zheng's voice came from his ear.

"Why is it at Taihe Palace? Isn't the cultivation supposed to be in the hall of the National Spirit?"

Though puzzled, he still flew toward the direction of Taihe Palace.

But when he stepped into the hall, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the hall, nine stone pillars were gathered together, and Zhou Zheng sat in the center. Above him was the National Spirit, the Shimmering Golden Phoenix.

However, what caught his attention the most was the silver orb hovering in front of Zhou Zheng.

What exactly is this thing?

It made him feel a sense of familiarity.

And when did these stone pillars appear here?

Why are Zhou Zheng and the National Spirit here?

One question after another made his eyebrows furrow deeply, feeling dissatisfied. He immediately asked, "Your Majesty, this is...?"

"A large formation!"

Zhou Zheng replied faintly, with his eyes closed.

But this answer was not satisfactory to him, "What is it for? And when was it set up? Why was I not informed?"

He asked three consecutive questions!

He had been managing Great Zhou for over a year, working diligently, yet he didn't know any of this.

Why was this kept from him?

He was very puzzled!

Looking at Zhou Zheng sitting there cross-legged, ever since he became the Emperor, he felt increasingly unfamiliar.

Faced with Zhou Yi's inquiry again, this time Zhou Zheng slowly opened his eyes and looked at him outside the stone pillars.

The two of them locked eyes.

Immediately, Zhou Yi felt a sharp pain in his eyes. Not only that, a tremendous pressure surged in like a tide, making him feel as if all the spiritual power in his body was frozen.

"This power...! How strong!"

He was extremely shocked, with just one look, he felt suppressed.

After all, he was of the Four Layers of Purity level strength.

"Just broke through, a bit unaccustomed, sorry, Uncle Wang!" The next moment, with a thought, he completely restrained his aura.

The immense pressure vanished instantly, Zhou Yi felt light, and let out a breath of relief.

He then subconsciously asked, "Zheng'Er, you... reached the Nine Layers of Purity?"

How long has it been?

"Yes, just broke through recently! But going forward will be tough." Although he had reached the Nine Layers of Purity, there was no trace of joy on his face.

Using the National Spirit for cultivation, such speed was normal, besides, he was a top-notch genius.

"Phew—"

Zhou Yi let out a long breath and immediately became excited.

The slight dissatisfaction in his heart instantly vanished into thin air.

Nine layers!

That was already the highest realm the emperors of Great Zhou had ever reached. Unexpectedly, Zhou Zheng had reached it in such a short time.

How could that not make him excited?

"By the way, Uncle Wang, did you come because those sect people started causing trouble?"

With a little thought, he guessed, otherwise, Zhou Yi wouldn't leave the army camp at this time.

"Yes!"

Instantly, Zhou Yi's expression turned grave, and then he explained the situation in detail.

"What now? The current Great Zhou cannot do without them. If they leave, we are surely doomed?"

However, after listening, Zhou Zheng's expression did not change at all, he just said lightly, "Boarded the ship, now encountering trouble, and want to disembark, is it so easy in this world?"

"But if they leave Great Zhou and return to the wilderness, we have no way, right?"

"Uncle Wang, have you forgotten what you once taught me?"

At this moment, Zhou Zheng suddenly asked him in return.

"Are you saying...?"

"Yes, in times of chaos, use heavy tactics, cure deeply rooted ailments with strong medicine, if they dare to have such thoughts, then kill! If one doesn't suffice, kill a group, keep killing until they comply!"

With several mentions of killing, even Zhou Yi felt a slight tremor in his heart.

He had never seen such a Zhou Zheng.

Since childhood, he was gentle and often reprimanded for this.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, his heart turned ruthless.

Could this position really change a person so drastically?

But in this case...

"If none of them obey, would you kill them all? Then who will resist Great Xia?"

"Even if Great Zhou perish, they must be dragged down to perish with us. But, I believe, they won't dare! Because they fear death! So Uncle Wang need not worry!"

At this moment, a hint of disdain even appeared in Zhou Zheng's eyes.

Those sect people, after so many years, are willing to survive in the wilderness and dare not step into the Nine Provinces, scared of death?

Ridiculous!

Zhou Yi nodded slightly upon hearing this, then sighed, looking at him with a gaze that became comforting, but still reminded, "Try to kill as few as possible? After all, they contributed to the founding of Great Zhou! And... they are still useful!"

"Yes, I understand!"

Though he verbally agreed, his heart was thinking otherwise.

Whether more or less die should not be up to him, but them.

Besides, they are going to die anyway!

It doesn't matter!

"And what's this large formation for? And that..." pointing to the silver orb.

Since this matter is resolved, it should be explained to him.

Only to see Zhou Zheng smile, then asked, "Is Uncle Wang somewhat displeased with Zheng'Er?"

"No, just curious!"

How could he admit it, but the figure before him now was the Zhou Zheng he knew.

"Actually, it's nothing much, it's for future use, Uncle Wang will know when the time comes."