Southern Region, the Imperial Palace of the Demon-Suppressing Kingdom.

Xiahou Nan looked helplessly at his precious daughter and sighed:

"Xi'er, your father is doing this for your own good. This eldest prince of the Blazing Flame Kingdom is the future ruler of the Blazing Flame Kingdom."

"What's wrong with you marrying him? Can't you let go of Chu Mo?"

Xiahou Ruoxi's slightly haggard face was filled with determination as she softly said:

"Father, there's no need to persuade me anymore. I've already made my feelings very clear to you."

"You were the one who proposed the marriage alliance with Chu Mo, and you were also the one who told me not to marry him."

"In order not to implicate the Demon Suppression Kingdom, my daughter also obeyed your advice and did not go to him."

"But I will never marry anyone but him in my life, and I hope you won't force me!"

Xiahou Nan opened his mouth, but said nothing more. In the end, he could only wave his hand dejectedly and say bitterly:

"Since you are unwilling, then your father will refuse. Go and get some rest."

"Yes, Father, please take care of yourself too."

Xiahou Ruoxi glanced at her father in a daze, then got up and left silently.

Looking at his daughter's noticeably thinner body, Xiahou Nan couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

How could he not know about his daughter's heartache?

But if she were to follow Chu Mo, not only would the Demon Suppression Kingdom be on the verge of destruction.

My own precious daughter will definitely not have a good ending.

Although Chu Mo is a good person, he is now a world-destroying pit of fire; whoever gets close to him will die.

After Xiahou Ruoxi left.

A dignified old general in full armor entered, his face grave. After bowing respectfully, he said firmly:

"Your Majesty, tomorrow is the deadline given by the Boundless Holy Land."

"This old minister will immediately summon all cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage and fight them to the death!"

The Holy Lord Cangyuan of the Wuji Holy Land died mysteriously more than a month ago.

But from who knows where, an eighth-tribulation cultivator suddenly appeared and took over the position of Holy Lord.

At the same time, the man also brought three fourth-tribulation cultivators with him.

With the addition of the remaining Supreme Elder of the Holy Land, the strength of the Boundless Holy Land is more than twice as strong as before.

The Southern Region was shaken, and even the Domain Lord's Mansion became silent and low-key.

Xiahou Nan looked up at the sky and sighed, his dignified and refined face seeming to have aged considerably in an instant.

He looked at the old man, shook his head with a bitter expression, and said:

"General Guan, what do you think are the chances that the Demon Suppressing Kingdom, even if it exhausts all its national strength, could defeat the Boundless Holy Land? One percent or half a percent?"

"Given the enemy's strength, what can we possibly fight with? In the end, our clan will only be littered with bones and families torn apart."

"Otherwise, why would I be willing to wrong Xi'er in exchange for the support of the Blazing Flame Kingdom?"

As he continued, Xiahou Nan's tone became filled with boundless frustration and anger.

In his view, only a peerless genius like Chu Mo was worthy of his precious daughter.

Even if she were to marry the prince of the Blazing Flame Kingdom, the future king, it would still be a disservice to her daughter.

However, for the sake of his country and its people, he did not immediately reject the marriage proposal from the Blazing Flame Kingdom in exchange for its support.

Of course, he didn't tell his beloved daughter about the pressure he was facing.

This was his last act of stubbornness and bottom line as a father.

Xiahou Nan remained silent for a long time before looking earnestly at the old man and saying sincerely:

"General Guan, you watched me grow up. Today, I would like to ask you a favor in my personal capacity. Please grant my request!"

The old general, with a solemn expression, cupped his hands and said:

"Your Majesty, please give me your orders. Even if it costs me my life, I will do my utmost to fulfill them!"

Xiahou Nan rose from the throne, bowed respectfully to the old general, and laughed loudly:

"I am relieved by what the old general said. If things become unbearable tomorrow, please take Ruoxi and leave the Southern Region."

"Then find a secluded place and live out the rest of your life in peace. And whatever you do, don't think about seeking revenge for me."

"As for me, even if I die, I will make the Boundless Holy Land pay the price."

Xiahou Nan let go of his last concern and burst into hearty laughter.

How could a dignified cultivator at the sixth tribulation level and the ruler of a nation submit to the Wuji Holy Land?

Even if he dies in battle tomorrow, he's determined to take a few down with him.

"Your Majesty, let General Qingyuan take the princess away." Guan Banshan shook his head decisively and laughed loudly:

"I, Guan, am the Great General of the Demon Suppression Kingdom and a dignified cultivator who has transcended tribulation. How could I abandon my country and live in seclusion?"

"Tomorrow will be a good day to let the Wuji Holy Land witness the might of my Demon-Suppressing Kingdom."

Guan Banshan's attitude was firm.

Since the king does not want the people of the Demon Suppression Kingdom to make any more unnecessary sacrifices.

Surely I can go to my death with him by myself?

How can the ruler of a great nation die without loyal ministers by his side?

Then.

No matter how Xiahou Nan tried to persuade him, Guan Banshan remained unmoved...

...

The long-silent city of Furysea suddenly became lively on this day.

The once quiet and deserted main peak of the Demon Slayer Sect had suddenly become bustling with noise and activity.

Several chilling and terrifying auras emanated from the main peak, causing all the residents of the city to tremble with fear.

The major families in the city stared in shock toward Yunxiu Peak, discussing amongst themselves, and eventually gathered together to discuss the matter.

"Old Wu, do you know what's going on? Could it be that the Demon Slayer Sect has returned?"

"Impossible, right? I saw that the properties that used to belong to the Demon Slayer Sect in the city are still being taken over by the people from the Boundless Holy Land, aren't they?"

Wu Yun looked puzzled, but at the same time, he was trembling with fear.

Despite being a Dao Integration stage expert, he felt as insignificant as an ant in the face of the several auras emanating from Yunxiu Peak.

He was absolutely certain that the owner of those auras was a cultivator who had transcended tribulation!

He could figure these things out, and the others naturally understood them as well.

Qian Sihai shook his head with a firm expression and said:

"It can't be the Demon Slayer Sect. Even if Elder Zeng had returned, there would only be one Tribulation Transcending cultivator there. Now there are several."

"Besides, Yunxiu Peak is currently occupied by people from the Wuji Holy Land, and we haven't heard any fighting sounds."

"That's right. In my opinion, it must be a master sent by the Boundless Holy Land. Wasn't there a rumor that they were going to take action against the Demon Suppression Kingdom?"

Remembering how the Demon Suppressing Kingdom Lord had joined forces with the Demon Slayer Sect to put pressure on the Boundless Holy Land, everyone suddenly realized what had happened.

Furthermore, they had vaguely heard that the beloved daughter of the Xiahou Kingdom's ruler had once been engaged to Chu Mo.

However, for some reason, it eventually came to nothing, which was a pity.

"Alas, it seems that this time, the Demon Suppression Kingdom will probably change its masters."

"Yes, it's a pity. King Xiahou is a sixth-tribulation cultivator. I never thought that such a powerful person would also have such a helpless moment."

Everyone was filled with emotion.

The cruelty of the cultivation world is such that calling it a law of the jungle is not an exaggeration at all.

Soon, news that the Wuji Holy Land was about to attack the Zhenyao Kingdom's palace spread like wildfire.

All the cultivators in Angry Sea City were spreading the word, urging their friends and family not to go near the palace in the near future, lest they be caught in the crossfire.

The saying "When a cultivator undergoing tribulation is enraged, corpses can litter thousands of miles" is not just a casual remark.