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Chapter 420 - 175: The Dragon Returns to the Sea, the Tiger Roars to the Sky!_3

Chapter 420: Chapter 175: The Dragon Returns to the Sea, the Tiger Roars to the Sky!_3

"Although he’s a foolish brother, he still has his uses."

"I’ll let you continue to live."

He tightened the reins, and his warhorse turned around; behind him, the soldiers of Chen Country were silent, struggling. Some stopped in their tracks for the sake of their family members, while others picked up their weapons, touched the blades, and silently followed the king from Chen Country’s most glorious era.

The Regent King left, as abruptly as he had arrived.

He didn’t leverage his overwhelming momentum to directly force his brother to abdicate and recreate the history of Emperor Chen Wu’s era, when a thousand elite soldiers stormed the Imperial Palace and killed the Emperor of Liang Country. Some said he just came to show off his strength to take his son away, still just acting like the martial artist of old.

Too arrogant and impetuous, hardly befitting an overlord.

They said the Regent King had the capacity to be a king but not enough to be the sovereign ruler of the world.

He didn’t understand how critical a vast country was for hegemony.

It represented provisions, steel, supplies, elite war generals, and an endless supply of troops.

Others believed this cunning old Wolf King still had a sharp and ruthless gaze.

Chen Country had decayed like a piece of rotten flesh—it was still a giant, but was merely counting its last days. To inherit such rotten flesh would only mean to be constrained by petty officials and bickering aristocratic families, ultimately causing the knife held in one’s hand to turn against oneself. To think of reforming was simply impossible.

Better to start over completely.

He chose the parts of Chen Country that hadn’t yet been eroded by the corruption of the powerful.

The Western Regions!

Tantai Xianming personally led the strategy to conquer three hundred miles of territory in the Western Regions, which contained everything needed. Beyond lay the vast, splintered Western Regions, and the corpse of the overlord Tuyuhun was fertile enough, while the so-called warlords there would never be a match for the Regent King.

The Regent King’s real opponents lay in Ying Country, the overlord that dominated the Central Plains.

If Ying Country’s blade sought to move south, it would encounter Chen Country, and its forces would be stalled by the rotting giant, giving the Regent King ample time to devour what was left of Tuyuhun’s hegemony.

In the eyes of the Regent King, Chen Dingye was no match at all.

Just as he himself had said.

Although merely a mediocre brother, alive, he also had his value.

The Regent King never hesitated; his coming and going were equally swift. He knew he had grown old, his hair graying, and what mattered more was that the world’s foremost general was even more frail. The Regent King had wasted thirteen years; he was past the prime of life.

He had once been stripped of his martial prowess, but had recovered. If he didn’t strive to ride his warhorse and wield his blade now, he would struggle to face the world’s foremost general in battle one last time at life’s end.

If not, he would die on his bed!

He couldn’t accept that!

Time waits for no one.

So he took back his son, seized the regions in the Western Regions, mounted his warhorse, donned dark armor, and once again galloped through the world, to crush those so-called warlords and generals, and to conquer the land of this world.

The grand ceremony of Chen Country ended hastily, and the people were let go, each returning to their homes. The hearts of those in the Martial World trembled with fear; they abandoned their weapons immediately and left Jiangzhou City, eager to spread the news throughout the world.

And everyone knew that Li Guanyi was about to become famous throughout the world.

Another issue was.

The Xue Family was about to face misfortune.

"No matter how cunning Li Guanyi is or how he deceived the Xue Family’s tiger, in the end, he still came from the Xue Family, hehe, the Xue Family is in for it."

"We could also try to send daughters from our aristocratic families in."

"Who knows, she might become the Empress."

All the major aristocratic families were contemplating, but suddenly there was a knock at the door. The family head, who was conversing with members of the Imperial Family, lifted his head, his expression displeased, and said, "What time is it now? Haven’t I stated that today I wish to speak with my imperial uncle, and that without a serious matter, no one should disturb us?"

Yet the door was still kicked open. The family head of the aristocratic family rose, his face unhappy, but in the next moment, his expression turned pale. Standing there in a long robe was Xue Daoyong, the old man clutching a bow in his hand.

"Xue, Xue Family Head..."

The sound of an arrow piercing the air was sharp—a short, acute cry of agony followed.

Xue Daoyong was already covered in blood. The old man, holding the war bow, looked at the distant sky. Just moments before, he had personally killed the royal battle group, specifically formed to deal with special situations, clearing the way for that young man, thus there were no pursuers on the road.

Therefore, Lu Youxian, who had been waiting a long time, never received the reinforcements. That famous general riding the Exotic Beast was personally shot by the old man with a bow—an arrow traveled fifty miles, piercing both man and beast, causing them to fall to the ground.

The old man tossed the war bow from his hand.

There were already attendants bearing the court dress, approaching him.

Xue Daoyong looked at the sky.

It’s always said that those favored by the Heavenly Mandate are the true Emperors, but I don’t believe in fate. Guan Yi, you’ll find that everything hereafter will change. From Guan Yi City to the frontier, on this road, countless people will want to kill you. But rest assured, this old man will block them for you.

The pursuit from Chen Country for you will be suppressed to the utmost of my ability.

The help that the Xue Family can offer you afterward won’t be much.

The old man said, "Take one-third of the Xue Family’s business."

The person next to him had a frozen expression: "One-third?"

Xue Daoyong laughed heartily: "What use is a heritage of ten thousand gold taels? To protect the progeny, to conquer the world, to satisfy one’s pride, isn’t this what wealth is for? Go!"

"...As you command!"

After a long while, within the Imperial Palace, Emperor Chen Dingye sat alone on the throne. Clutching the dragon-headed armrests tightly, he thought of all that had happened today, feeling only fury and resentment. Suddenly, there were footsteps outside.

Boom!

The palace gates, made of special material and usually requiring twenty powerful warriors to open, were suddenly pushed ajar, revealing a pair of eyes like a fierce tiger. Light spilled in from outside as Xue Daoyong, dressed in court attire, stepped in with stride.

Like a tiger, he moved nimbly toward the front.

Emperor Chen Dingye looked at Xue Daoyong, the ancestor of the Xue Family, who gave a respectful bow and said:

"Your Majesty, please appoint the child in my daughter’s womb as the Crown Prince."

Emperor Chen Dingye’s face reddened with anger as he drew his sword.

With the great doors opened, the old man gave a respectful bow. Behind the elder, at least half of all the civil and military officials were present, all dressed in court attire, standing in the rain, giving their respects.

Xue Daoyong took three steps forward, followed by the respectful salutations of the array of civil and military officials.

In unison, they said, "Your Majesty, please appoint the child of Noble Consort Xue as the Crown Prince!"

"Your Majesty, please appoint the child of Noble Consort Xue as the Crown Prince!!!"

Their voices were grand, echoing throughout the grand hall with Xue Daoyong standing at the forefront, like a tiger no longer holding back its claws and fangs.

Emperor Chen Dingye looked at the elder, Xue Daoyong returning his gaze with a tiger’s bold glare.

After a long confrontation, the sword in Emperor Chen Dingye’s hand fell to the ground.

Clang!

Seemingly drained of all strength, he staggered back to his seat, his face pale, and said:

"...Granted."