"Hmm, that makes sense, but not entirely." Wang Xiaoqiang said, "For a powerful empire, to ask them to surrender their power is naturally hard to accept, hence they will stubbornly resist. But for weak nations, they are willing to submit for the sake of their national interests."
"Indeed, the Great Emperor is wise. However, our actions will also face interference from the Yin Gods," Black Beard said with concern.
"The Yin Gods plunder our treasury and slaughter our people. This hatred is irreconcilable, and I am determined to avenge it. I hope they co to obstruct ..." Wang Xiaoqiang spoke with fury evident on his face and a cold gleam in his eyes.
"For matters of the nation, you will continue to govern and leave behind ten thousand Special Forces Regint to guard. If you encounter a formidable enemy, you can form the Myriad Circle Spirit Formation and use the Sun God to resist." Wang Xiaoqiang instructed.
"Yes, Your Majesty, I will certainly fulfill the mission and defend our land." Black Beard accepted the order.
"Alright, let's leave it at that," Wang Xiaoqiang said with a wave of his hand, and Black Beard withdrew.
Wang Xiaoqiang also got up and returned to the bedroom, releasing all his won and children to let them breathe. After a month inside the Storage Ring, they were terribly bored.
Fortunately, they were cultivators, able to quietly cultivate inside the Storage Ring. If they were ordinary people, they would have either gotten sick or gone mad long ago.
Wang Potian erged from the Storage Ring and punched his father, "Humph, villain, locking us in the Little Black Room. What were you doing outside?"
Wang Potian's actions startled the Goddess and Little Rou. For the esteed Great Emperor of the Empire to be punched by a child, by his own son no less, was beyond decorum, and the Goddess raised her eyebrows and scolded, "Potian, stop the nonsense, apologize to your father."
Wang Potian snorted and said, "Apologize? In my life dictionary of Wang Potian, there's no such thing as 'apology.'"
Wang Potian's words amused the three of them; for a little brat to speak so maturely and arrogantly unruly. Wang Xiaoqiang laughed heartily, "Haha, not bad, not bad, this kid takes after ."
Wang Potian's domineering and wild nature greatly pleased Wang Xiaoqiang. He felt this child was even more audacious than himself and destined to beco an extraordinary person, to achieve remarkable things, and to explore a vast world.
After all, he was not an ordinary child, nor one comparable to a Second Generation Immortal. He was the product of the union between an Immortal and an Artifact Spirit, unique in the world, blessed by the heavens and the earth.
"Potian, sleep with Auntie tonight; Auntie will take care of you," Little Rou, knowing that Wang Xiaoqiang and the Goddess would want so private ti, wisely picked up Wang Potian and said.
Wang Potian, however, broke free from her and glared, "Sleeping is fine, but you better not hold , n and won should keep a distance."
Wang Potian's words surprised the three and made them laugh heartily again. This child was precocious, and despite being so young, he knew about the affairs between n and won. Amid their laughter, Wang Potian had already run off, and Little Rou hurriedly followed him.
"This child, I like him." Wang Xiaoqiang said, watching Wang Potian, as he drew the Goddess into his embrace and kissed her frosty face.
The Goddess's cheeks flushed red, filled with joy and happiness.
Wang Xiaoqiang reached toward her voluptuous figure and gave a gentle squeeze. The Goddess twisted her delicate waist and pushed Wang Xiaoqiang away, saying, "After being cramped inside the Ring for a month, I feel moldy. I'm going to wash up."
"Wait for , sister. I want to wash up too," Wang Xiaoqiang dashed after her.
"Why don't you wash first," the Goddess offered.
"Let's wash together, it's more ti-saving and convenient," Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled, "Let's take a couple's bath..."
"Ah, no way," the Goddess shyly ran off. Even though she had beco Wang Xiaoqiang's woman, she still maintained a girl's modesty and shyness.
"No way still ans yes. Yes ans yes." Wang Xiaoqiang extended his large hand, opening his arms, and a force of attraction erged, drawing the Goddess into his embrace. His formidable aura overwheld her, and she yielded to his wishes.
...
The next day.
Wang Xiaoqiang organized his troops, setting out to conquer the various nations and unify the Ancient Immortal Realm.
Before departing, for the safety of his won and children, Wang Xiaoqiang again stored them all inside the Storage Ring before leading his army onward.
Previously, he utilized guerrilla tactics during his opportunistic raids, targeting powerful empires.
Now things were different; he wanted to establish dominance and expand his territory step by step, gradually, so he started his war from the countries surrounding the Villain Nation.
Wang Xiaoqiang led ten thousand special forces troops, forming the Myriad Circle Spirit Formation, along with dozens of Commandery Princes and their soldiers, totaling over six hundred thousand.
This grand army marched mightily towards a formidable nation bordering the Villain Nation, crushing it fiercely.
This empire was called Zhu Kingdom, with its Great Emperor nad Zhu Yun. Zhu Yun had once led troops to attack the Villain Nation during Wang Xiaoqiang's critical retreat.
Although his forces nearly succeeded but ultimately were defeated, yet the grudge remains, and Wang Xiaoqiang intends to repay it.
Thus, Zhu Kingdom beca his first target for invasion.
Zhu Yun contemptuously heard the news and told Zhu Kingdom officials and Commandery Princes, "Wang Xiaoqiang has only tens of thousands of troops. My Zhu Kingdom has several million. For Wang Xiaoqiang to attack my Zhu Kingdom is like throwing eggs against rocks, seeking his own doom. Lords, gather your forces imdiately and stand with , resist the Villain Nation, eradicate this thief Wang Xiaoqiang."
Having said this, Zhu Kingdom's troops gathered, everyone from elite soldiers and generals to the old, weak, sick, and frail, a total of three million strong.
This army of three million, under Zhu Yun's command, encountered Wang Xiaoqiang's army of sixty thousand at the border between the two nations.
Two armies faced off.
Wang Xiaoqiang and Zhu Yun glared at each other across the space. Both had flas in their eyes.
Wang Xiaoqiang shouted in a raucous voice, "Zhu Yun, you led troops to attack my Villain Nation, starting an unjust war. Today, I seek justice."
Zhu Yun, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang's cultivation base still at the Heavenly Immortal Crown level after breaking through seclusion, assud he had failed to progress, while his own cultivation was at the Six-Crown Heavenly Immortal level, believing he could suppress Wang Xiaoqiang, so he grew arrogantly frivolous, pointing at Wang Xiaoqiang with a disdainful cold laugh, "Wang Xiaoqiang, since ancient tis, the weak are prey to the strong. You know this lesson well. Last ti, I spared your Villain Nation out of restraint. This ti, I will surely capture the Villain Nation, and you and your army will be rcilessly trampled underfoot by my forces."
Wang Xiaoqiang, seeing Zhu Yun oblivious to reality even in a deadly situation, found it both amusing and anger-inducing, shouted resolutely, "Zhu Yun, I only need one strike to have you perish on the spot."
With a shout, he charged directly out, rushing towards him. Seeing this, Zhu Yun's face changed color, he imdiately waved his hand, and the surrounding lords stepped forward to protect him.
Wang Xiaoqiang's blood qi hovered on his body surface, burning like bloodfire, as if he were enveloped in flas. He rushed forward like a cannon-shot blood projectile, colliding directly with the enemy camp. The Commandery Princes blocking Zhu Yun exploded into pieces, flesh and blood flying, creating a grotesque scene.
Zhu Yun witnessed this, his face turned ashen with fright. He had not anticipated Wang Xiaoqiang to be so powerful, and he shrieked in panic, "Protect , protect ."
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