My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 29 The Past (Newbies, please collect it!)

"Let me see your strength."

After hearing Zhu Houcong's words, a green-gold light flashed in Wang Meng's eyes.

"With great pleasure, Your Majesty."

He stood up cautiously and quickly distanced himself.

Huang Jin closed the doors and windows thoughtfully.

Zhu Houcong was still sitting there quietly, observing the birth and first battle of the world's first demon blood warrior.

"Offended!"

He realized the huge gap between him and Zhu Houcong.

There was no hesitation, when his voice had not yet completely fallen.

In the eyes of Luo An who was watching, he was as fast as lightning, leaving only a few afterimages in the air.

The distance of dozens of steps can be reached in the blink of an eye.

The steel fist hit the ground like a meteorite, making a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

Fortunately, Zhu Houcong had arranged the soundproof formation in advance, so no outsiders noticed what was happening in the hall.

Everything happened so fast.

Cold sweat broke out on Luo An's forehead.

If that blow were to hit him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have the chance to react and draw his sword.

The fist blows directly made a deep dent on the armor decorated in the hall behind Zhu Houcong.

Luo An had no doubt that when he encountered something like Wang Meng on the battlefield.

Even a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles can only turn around and flee after being scared to death.

After all, it moves like thunder, and can come and go freely among thousands of armies.

A terrifying monster that can tear apart iron armor with his bare hands.

Once this kind of thing really appears on the mortal battlefield...

Luo An was deeply worried about their opponent.

But seeing this scene, which in the eyes of mortals in this world was as terrifying as facing a mysterious thing, Zhu Houcong sighed silently in his heart.

really--

Even if Zhu Houcong is adhering to what may be the world's first successful transformation.

You have to use the best.

Whether it is the concentration of Longque's blood or the details of the transformation, we have tried our best to make it perfect.

But... in the end, the actual combat power is still only equivalent to that of a monk in the middle stage of body refining.

This is no way.

Zhu Houcong had a second thought.

The spiritual energy of the Ming Dynasty is thin, and the popularization of cultivation methods is basically meaningless.

Only the physical cultivation method is still barely feasible.

But the traditional way of physical cultivation consumes an unknown amount of resources.

Don't you see, ordinary people know that "the poor in literature and the rich in military affairs".

In the barren world of the Ming Dynasty, how could there be so many resources for them to practice?

I'm afraid if the method of body cultivation really spreads, those monks will start cannibalism by any means necessary in order to maintain sufficient energy and blood!
But fortunately, demon blood warriors themselves are not as dependent on resources as traditional martial arts cultivators.

Pay attention to tapping the potential of your own bloodline, polishing your Qi and blood, and seeking breakthroughs.

Zhu Houcong planned to introduce some domesticated spiritual beasts from the world of cultivation in the future.

Probably can barely maintain it.

Thinking of this, he was relieved.

Hold out your hand.

He actually held the iron fist in his hand that could tear apart steel.

"Is this the only way it can be done?"

Zhu Houcong said.

Hear the disappointment in the prince's tone.

Wang Meng's cheeks suddenly turned red, and he felt a wave of heat rising directly from the soles of his feet into Baihui.

It seems that he feels the shame in his master's heart.

Dragon nature is unruly, even if there is just a trace of blood.

Zhu Houcong looked at the green flames that suddenly appeared on the man with red eyes in front of him, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He let go of his hand and activated the True Flame of the Sun. Although he successfully extinguished the flame, a burnt hole the size of a finger appeared under the sleeve of Zhu Houcong's right hand.

Looking at the man who fell to the ground in front of him.

It is indeed a rare alien bloodline.

The black market boss didn't cheat me.

Zhu Houcong was unexpectedly surprised.Since practicing Mahavadhisattva.

Zhu Houcong felt that his physical strength and magical power were far superior to those of ordinary monks.

This is also the reason why Zhu Houcong dared to go directly to the field to fight many times.

A kick that can burn off one's sleeves.

This shows that even when facing monks in the late stage of Qi training, they are already capable of fighting.

Zhu Houcong nodded with satisfaction.

"The blood is surging and rushing to the brain. Just put an ice towel on him for a while and it will be fine."

Zhu Houcong said while looking at Huang Jin who was hurriedly moving Wang Meng to the bed again.

He turned around and looked at Luo An, whose mouth was wide open as if he was stunned.

Zhu Houcong said.

"what are you thinking"

He looked at the prince who turned to look over.

Luo An swallowed nervously subconsciously.

"His Royal Highness..."

At this time, he seemed to have a thousand words in his heart.

But then, he saw Wang Meng on the bed.

He couldn't help but smile a little bitterly.

Do I still have a choice?

"The prince has an order, Luo An will go through fire and water, no matter how hard he dies!"

As he spoke, the image of Wang Meng shattering steel and manipulating flames with his bare hands just now appeared in his mind. In the eyes of mortals, he was like a god.

Kneeling down in front of Zhu Houcong, a flash of fire could not help but appear in his eyes!
At this time, that idea couldn't help but come to his mind again.

Perhaps, the young majesty in front of me can really accomplish that unprecedented feat and clear out the man-eating evil spirits and monsters that have been hidden in the dark side of the world since the beginning of time!
May Taizu Taizong bless you!

……

It’s June [-]th, the fourth year of Jianwen!
The sword will bury everything.

The prosperity of Jinling has been reduced to scorched earth today!
Finally, the brave and capable imperial warriors from the north followed the monarch they believed to be truly recognized by destiny and entered this legendary city.

Immediately, they were shocked by the prosperity and wealth of this imperial capital.

Then this shock turned into greed, which made them look towards their great lord.

"The capital of the empire should be in the north!"

The ruthless and far-sighted monarch looked at the imperial palace that was engulfed in flames.

He had just received news that the eunuchs had found several charred remains among the ashes, which were no longer identifiable.

But he knew it very clearly in his heart.

His beloved eldest nephew, the Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen, unfortunately died in this accident together with his queen and prince.

Hearing his words, the soldiers cheered.

Excited for the looting that was about to begin.

Although he captured Nanjing with the help of Li Jinglong, the Yan king, who shared his father's ambitions, had no interest in occupying the former capital of the empire.

When everyone was cheering for this victory that would be remembered for thousands of years by future generations.

He looked at the northernmost part of the empire, thinking about the creeping immortality, the growing darkness amidst the fear of the barbarians outside the empire's walls and the endless demands for blood sacrifices.

The remnants of Beiyuan are still ambitious, and the White Lotus Sect in Shandong seems to be ready to make another move.

Nanjing may be suitable to serve as the empire's treasury and bank, providing a steady stream of money and food to the northern front line.

But the capital of the empire should be in the north, in order to completely wipe out the remnants of the old era.

A northern capital would make it easier for him to recruit a large army from various garrison posts in the empire as quickly as possible.

Then immediately restarted the Northern Expedition that had been stopped since the death of Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang.

Crossing the Yellow River, pacifying the south, and defeating Emperor Jianwen, who dominated the world, were nothing to him.

He wants to create unprecedented martial arts just like his father, so that everyone in future generations will deeply remember the glory he brought to this land!
He was confident that through this war, he had completely defeated the last weak influence of the Ming Cult on the empire.

His journey has just begun.

He was so confident that he didn't notice the strangeness of the light rain that came too timely after the fire behind him.

Yes, even if Zhu Di could burn out all the sneaky Qionglou Yuyu in Jinling City with a fire, he would bury his nephew Emperor Jianwen together with the treacherous people and blood-drinking people around him.

But he did not expect that this was a curse issued by the living Maitreya who unfortunately drowned in Guazhou before his death, and it could not be eliminated with a fire.

Those things were not eliminated. They followed from the ruins of Nanjing City to the north. They will entangle all the rulers and their descendants who live in this palace called the Imperial Palace for generations to come.

Now, it is March of the 16th year of Zhengde.

On the outskirts of the capital.

The Zhenwu sword that once accompanied Zhu Di into Nanjing is enshrined here.

People prayed to him that the Emperor of Heaven could continue to rule the world and that the imperial court's rule over the world would remain indestructible.

(End of this chapter)