Supreme Saint Of World

2"Little bastard Chen Fan, so what if you're an immortal?" If you dare to kill His Majesty, that would be treason! Now that you want to exterminate the loyal, you will definitely be punished by the heavens! "    

    

Seeing that Chu Huaiyuan was dead, the scarred face leader knew that he could not escape. Despair filled his heart, and he could not help but curse madly at Chen Fan who was in the air.    

    

"Even people like you, who are inferior to pigs and dogs, dare to claim to be loyal!"    

    

When Chen Fan heard the discussions of the city guards below, he was already furious. At this moment, his eyes turned cold, and he released the powerful Qi Drawing Realm power from his entire body. His flying sword exploded with green light, ready to attack.    

    

"Little friend Chen, hold on!" Your flying sword is too slow, watch me! "    

    

Zhou Desheng looked at the stubborn and defiant group of loyal followers with a face full of disdain. He stopped Chen Fan from moving, then made a hand sign and opened the mouth of the gourd.    

    

The bottle gourd immediately glowed with a red light. It was as if a small sun had been ignited.    

    

"You, what are you trying to do!" The commander with a scar on his face and the thousands of soldiers behind him all stared in horror at the scorching light.    

    

Bang.    

    

With a light sound, a group of sparks flew out from the gourd. These sparks seemed to carry a spirit, as they bypassed the surrendered city guards and the Korean soldiers, flying straight at the loyal guards.    

    

"What is this!?" "Ah …    

    

"Help!"    

    

All of Chu Huaiyuan's trusted aides were touched by the sparks, and their bodies were immediately covered in flames. They hurriedly reached out their hands to slap down on them, but before they could hit their target, they were burnt into a huge fireball.    

    

The surrounding soldiers looked at the wailing Imperial Protectors who had died, and their gazes turned as respectful as ghosts and gods. The timid ones had already plopped down on the ground.    

    

Even the eyes that he looked at Chen Fan with became filled with fear. If even a powerful Immortal like Zhou Desheng would be so polite to this young man, then wouldn't that mean he was even more powerful?!    

    

As the hundreds of thousands of soldiers saw that massive fire swallow up thousands of lives, the entire audience fell silent. They didn't even dare to breathe, and their hearts trembled. This scene would become a nightmare for them for many years to come.    

    

In just a short while, the several thousand soldiers who had resisted were all burnt to ashes. There wasn't even a corpse. All of them turned into ashes and were blown away by the wind.    

    

Those sparks were like dancing spirits that automatically returned to Zhou Desheng's fire gourd.    

    

"Little friend Chen, did you see the power of my treasure gourd just now? What do you think? If little friend wants it, I'll give it to you right away! "    

    

Zhou Desheng smiled as he stroked his fire gourd, his tone filled with enticement.    

    

"No need! Elder Zhou's treasure is so powerful, it must be very valuable, I cannot take it! " Chen Fan knew this old man wanted to curry favor with him, so he quickly declined.    

    

Zhou Desheng felt a sense of helplessness in his heart. Who knew how many people were begging him for this treasure these days? Some even paid a huge price to buy it, but he didn't sell it. Who would've thought that he wouldn't be able to give it away now?    

    

"Boom!"    

    

A loud sound was heard. The unguarded entrance to the Azure City was smashed open by the army. The ten-meter-tall entrance was smashed into the ground, creating a huge crater as dust flew into the air.    

    

"General Chen is mighty!"    

    

"Second Young Master is invincible!"    

    

Along with the cheering from the sky, Chen Tiexin led the two hundred thousand soldiers of the Zhen Yuan Army and rushed in. Each soldier held their weapons high as they cheered. Looking at Chen Fan and Zhou Desheng who were standing in front of them, they lined up in two rows and respectfully bowed.    

    

Chen Tiexin walked out of the army and looked at the young man in white in front of him. The more he looked at him, the more he felt happy and proud.    

    

Then, he turned to the red-robed Zhou Desheng and smiled. His son was so outstanding that even he himself was on equal footing with the other Immortals. This was something he had never dared to even think about before.    

    

"General Chen, no, monarch Chen, the matter has been resolved. I am going back with my army!"    

    

Seeing that Chen Tiexin seemed to have found a savior, Han Feng quickly rushed down from the tower.    

    

He did not want to stay here any longer. Besides, he was afraid that Chen Fan would kill him along with the remaining two hundred thousand soldiers on the spur of the moment. That would be the end of him.    

    

Chen Tiexin looked at Chen Fan. He was now very convinced of this son of his who had entered the Upper Sky Realm. He wanted to first ask Chen Fan for his opinion on any matter.    

    

Seeing Chen Fan nod his head, Chen Tiexin laughed out loud, "Korea, you want to leave without paying a price?"    

    

Hearing this, Han Feng felt bitter, he turned to look at Zhou Desheng for help, but found that Zhou Sheng was staring at the sky with his hands behind his back, as if he was trying to figure out why the sky was so blue.    

    

Han Feng knew Zhou Desheng didn't want to care about this, so he immediately wanted to cry. Not only did he not get any benefits from this trip, but he also had some benefits.    

    

He was angry in his heart at this old thing, Chen Tiexin, for being ruthless, and resentful towards Zhou Desheng for not caring about anything else. He could not help but say in a mournful voice:    

    

"Emperor Chen, I, Korea, swear that I will not offend you for the next two hundred years!"    

    

"Not enough!" These words came out of Chen Fan's mouth. With a playful smile on his face, Chen Fan slowly walked over.    

    

"My little ancestor, please don't cause any more trouble!" When Han Feng saw Chen Fan, he felt a headache and was afraid.    

    

"I will cut down another border city of my Korea for you!" Han Feng gritted his teeth and said.    

    

"Not enough!" Chen Fan heard the sound of his hand flipping as he took out a flying sword that was glowing with a green light. He played around with it nimbly. There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.    

    

"I... "From now on, I, Korea, will dedicate my generation to Chen and pay tribute every year!" Han Feng looked at Chen Fan's sword and inwardly gulped. With a defeated expression, he gritted his teeth and said.    

    

"That's more like it! Talking to a smart person like King of Korea sure is carefree! " Chen Fan immediately put away his flying sword, patted Han Feng on the shoulder, and nodded with a smile.    

    

"Sigh, forget it!" Emperor Chen, you've given birth to a good son! "    

    

Han Feng said with a desolate face and his body bent slightly. He took out a pen and ink and wrote a written note without hesitation. This time, Korea's vitality was greatly damaged, and it was unknown how many years it would take to recover.    

    

Furthermore, as long as Chen Fan was there, unless they produced a talent on the same level, they would never be able to stand up again.    

    

"Ha ha!" Chen Tiexin laughed out loud in delight. He had been fighting with Korea for so many years, how could he have won so victorious? When had he ever seen the King of Korea defeated like this? This was all because of Chen Fan.    

    

"General Chen is mighty!" "Second Young Master is mighty!"    

    

When the surrounding Zhenyuan Army saw that Korea had surrendered, they raised their weapons and shouted out loud slogans with all their might. The momentum was deafening!    

    

"Sigh, Korea is finished …"    

    

"I never thought that we would become a subordinate kingdom in the future. I can't accept this …"    

    

"Henceforth, I shall be inferior, alas!"    

    

On the other hand, the Korean army was dispirited. They all lowered their heads, looking like eggplants that had been beaten by the frost.    

    

"Emperor Chen! We will meet again due to fate! " Han Feng smiled bitterly as he cupped his hands together. He only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He turned his head and looked at the spiritless army before sighing, "Let's go!"    

    

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the Azure Sky City. His figure was extremely lonely and desolate, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. As a gust of wind blew over, his body actually trembled.    

    

Many of the Korean troops lowered their heads, like stray dogs, they followed behind Han Feng and left...