I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

He did not delay much, his expression turned solemn, and he shouted towards the city:

"Open the gates wide, those who surrender will be spared death!"

The next moment.

The heavy gates of Hulao Pass slowly opened.

One hundred thousand armored soldiers laid down their weapons, bowed their heads, and slowly exited the city, surrendering to the Supreme Dao.

Li Shi immediately ordered people to enter the city, take over defenses, and appease the surrendered soldiers and civilians.

Then he ascended with fire again, his figure flickered and disappeared into the horizon, heading straight to the next city.

With the emperor’s decree of surrender and the Imperial Family’s emblem as authentication, coupled with the Supreme Dao’s unmatched Divine Techniques combat power.

The subsequent cities were almost subdued by proclamation, with no decent resistance left.

City gates opened one by one, banners of the Supreme Dao fluttered in the wind.

The territories of the former Great Li were visibly and rapidly coming under the control of the Supreme Dao.

...

At the same time.

On the northern grasslands of Great Li, another situation was brewing.

The grassland was boundless, lush with water and grass, and in the swaying low grass, fierce murderous intent was hidden.

Upon hearing of the upheaval in the Central Plains—Great Li’s internal conflict—the tribes of the Alien Race immediately grew envious and excited, feeling it was a heaven-sent opportunity.

The long-standing repression and greed by Great Li exploded at this moment.

"Great Li is finished! The dynasty that claimed to be the world’s legitimate rule has actually surrendered to a group of Daoists!"

"The Central Plains is wealthy, with gold and silver like mountains, beauties like clouds, now is a great time for us to take it back!"

"Strike while he’s ill, that’s fatal! This time going south, we will seize territory, seize grain, seize people, and turn the fertile land of the Central Plains into our horse pastures!"

All the major tribes readily agreed, swiftly gathering tens of thousands of elite cavalry.

Leading them was the most renowned chieftain of the grassland, Mangu Du, a man as big as a bear, with a fierce face and eyes like wolves flashing with brutality and greed.

He rode on a tall horse, with a Golden Saber at his waist, looking towards the south, laughing loudly with a coarse wild voice:

"Brothers, listen well!"

"The Great Li emperor has surrendered, those garrison soldiers are long frightened, who dares to stop us?"

"Heading south, it’s just about collecting crops! See a city, break it; see food, seize it; see a woman, capture her!"

"From now on, half the good things in the Central Plains are ours!"

His trusted generals eagerly stepped forward, faces full of flattery, joining in the wild laughter:

"Chief is wise! Without the backbone, Great Li is nothing but lambs waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Once our cavalry arrives, it will be unstoppable, those people of the Central Plains will only tremble and beg for mercy on their knees!"

"Once we’ve plundered enough wealth and taken a few cities, trade from north to south, our tribe will certainly become the strongest in the grasslands!"

Mangu Du laughed wildly to the sky, viciously swung his whip, pointing south:

"Pass my order! The entire army marches swiftly, straight to Great Li’s border!"

"Kill all those who resist! Spare those who surrender, make them slaves!"

A scholar laughed and said:

"It should be called heading south to capture the dragon!"

"Yes, heading south to capture the dragon!"

"Heading south to capture the dragon!"

"Roar—!"

Tens of thousands of barbarian cavalry roared together, their voices shook the wilderness.

Each one donned fur, wielded curved blades and bows, rode fierce grassland steeds, and spurred their mounts forward in a gallop.

Horse hooves thundered, like rolling muffled thunder.

Dust billowed, blotting out the sun and sky.

Dark masses of cavalry surged like a raging tsunami, sweeping towards Great Li’s border, their arrogance unparalleled.

They all firmly believed that Great Li was shattered and that none could withstand their military might.

This southern advance would undoubtedly be smooth sailing, returning fully laden.

Yet they never imagined.

On this inevitable path across the vast grassland, a solitary figure had long stood quietly, alone.

It was Wang Xuan, looking at the tens of thousands of raging cavalry approaching in the distance, sneering in contempt:

"Capture the dragon?"

"I dislike these two words!"

He murmured loudly, echoing throughout the sky:

"Golden Wu Dharma Aspect—Manifest!"

In an instant, golden light pierced the sky, tearing the clouds apart.

Wang Xuan’s body drastically expanded, bones thundered, flesh surged, swiftly transforming into a ten-meter-tall flame giant god!

Surrounded by a blazing, unextinguishable divine fire, red like the sunset, intense as the scorching sun, heat waves swept across the grassland, the grass beneath his feet curled up and turned yellow, the ground faintly heated.

The spear in his hand also expanded explosively, turning into a five-zhang fire spear, its fiery tip blinding, engulfing in heaven-burning flames, seemingly able to pierce the sky with a single thrust.

"Kill—!"

Wang Xuan roared furiously, like thunder from the ninth heaven, causing the eardrums of the barbarian cavalry to echo and tremble in heart spirit.

He harnessed the divine fire around him, flames rolling beneath his feet like celestial fire descending upon the human world, with a flash of his form, he transformed into a streak of fire, directly charging into tens of thousands of iron cavalry.

"Wh-what kind of monster is that?!"

"Fire... Did the Fire God descend?!"

Mangu Du and his confidants’ pupils contracted sharply, and the arrogance on their faces froze instantly, replaced by extreme terror.

Alien cavalry were utterly terrified; just upon approaching him for an instant, they were incinerated into ashes, leaving not a trace behind.

The cavalry who approached him had no time to scream before they and their horses were engulfed by divine fire, burning to nothing but a wisp of black smoke and dissipating.

Wang Xuan wielded his eight-zhang fire spear, sweeping, stabbing, chopping, and crushing.

Flames towering to the sky, invincible in its path.

Touching it means death; blocking it means collapse.

He was like an unbeatable war god, rampaging within tens of thousands of armies, as though entering a place devoid of opponents.

The cries of barbarian cavalry, the mournful whinnies of war horses, and the crackling sounds of flames intertwined into an elegy of despair.

Moments ago, Mangu Du was clamoring about sweeping through the Central Plains, but now he was terrified out of his wits, scrambling deep into the crowd, his entire body shaking like a leaf.

"Devil... It’s a devil!"

It was only a brief moment.

The once arrogant ten-thousand alien cavalry was utterly defeated, completely annihilated by Wang Xuan alone.

Corpses littered the grassland, flames shot into the sky, and the smell of burning filled the air.

The earth-shattering roar just moments ago was now replaced by utter silence.

Only Wang Xuan’s flame giant god stood majestically amidst the sea of flames, divine fire swirling around, towering and imposing, resembling the descent of the Fire God from the ninth heaven, instilling fear, making it impossible to gaze directly.

His gaze calmly swept across the battlefield, his expression unperturbed.

As if the massacring of ten thousand troops was just like crushing a swarm of ants with a wave of the hand.

With a casual grab, a streak of golden light shot out, seizing Mangu Du—the alien chieftain hiding among a heap of corpses, weakened with terror, nearly incontinent—dragging him forcibly in front of him.

Mangu Du’s face was ashen, falling to the ground with a thud, desperately kowtowing, his voice hoarse pleading for mercy:

"Fire God spare my life! Fire God spare my life!"

Wang Xuan coldly snorted, divine fire slowly receding, his towering giant god form gradually returning to normal.

He carried the limp, mud-like alien chieftain, flying toward the rear!

...

Time flows, the years quietly pass.

Four months later.

Ning City.

The core region of Taishang Dao.

As the Golden Wu Warriors struck out in all directions, sweeping across eight realms, good news continuously poured in like fluttering snowflakes.

The entire Great Li Dynasty, along with neighboring grassland tribes and minor foreign nations, was completely brought under the control of Taishang Dao.

Chen Sheng wasn’t surprised by this.

In this world, he was already invincible!

In the span of a breath, he could traverse this realm, having long comprehended the conditions of this world.

Except for the very few like him who crossed over, this world was essentially an ordinary ancient mundane world.

Even if he no longer enhanced the cultivation of the Golden Wu Warriors, just relying on the current combat power was enough to sweep across the world, with no opponents left.

[Daoist: Level 9 (fifty-three million/one billion)]

[Talismanic Magic: Pure Purification Calamity Extending Talisman, Same Life as Heaven Sealer Talisman...]

[Warriors: Mountain Guard Warriors, Sky Patrol Warriors...]

"The territory has expanded significantly, and the gradually increasing fortune has nearly reached two hundred million, with professional levels continuously climbing, strength skyrocketing."

"The population under our rule has surpassed one hundred million, and the fortune still has massive exploration potential."

"Currently, in many regions, imperial power doesn’t extend to rural areas, merely nominally affiliated."

"If all territories are entirely subdivided and demarcated, incorporating the population completely as external believers, offering faith, the fortune foundation could break through ten billion."

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