Chapter 1203: Why Don't You Kill Me

gether. Don't disturb my cultivation!"As soon as those words were spoken.Ten venerated masters and hundreds of disciples collectively collapsed, once again with this very phrase, he uttered it again!T...Chapter 1203: Why Not Kill Me

"Whew..."

Until they were completely gone, Yang Dingtian finally let out a breath of relief.

In fact, he wasn't just angry at those so-called Immortals. He was also incredibly agitated inside, even wishing to obliterate these Immortals who remained indifferent during Da Xia's crisis.

Luckily, everything is over.

Yang Dingtian no longer hid his figure, slowly descending.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing Yang Dingtian arrive, everyone simultaneously opened their teary eyes and looked over.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Dingtian felt a piercing pain in his heart. He knew many things but couldn't speak them out loud. If the news got leaked, Ye Fusheng would be truly finished.

"Choking back tears, he said: 'I know everything. The God of War, Zhentian, died for Daxia. His death is heavier than Mount Tai!'"

Originally, everyone still held onto a glimmer of hope.

Upon hearing this, their mental defenses completely crumbled, and their cries of anguish once again shook the heavens.

Especially among the women, their physical strength seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving them slumped on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, yet unable to make a sound.

Yang Dingtian gritted his teeth, paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth and saying: "The dead are gone. We can mourn, but we cannot live in sorrow. You are all the backbone of Daxia. If you sink, Daxia will sink with you!"

Today, the external threats against Daxia have just been quelled, but turmoil is brewing across the land. Therefore, you... no matter what hardships you face, must stand tall and brace yourselves against the falling edifice!

As soon as the words left her mouth.

Everyone looked up, their eyes glazed over as they stared at him.

Yang Dingtian's tears streamed down his face. He lowered his head to look at everyone and, after taking a deep breath, shouted loudly: "Everyone, please inherit the will of Zhentian War God! Please support the crumbling edifice!"

Boom!

A few words, like a lightning bolt, tore through the confusion in everyone's hearts.

I give you all one day, a day to digest your grief. After that day, proclaim to the world the news: the God of War has given his life for the nation.

Then, whether the Xia dynasty will be a blessing or a curse depends entirely on all of you!

After he finished speaking, he left without a sound.

"Oh…"

The deafening cries echoed through the forest once more.

……

Time flew by.

The next morning at nine thirty.

All television stations, radio stations, mobile media, and any screens in Daxiang were forcibly switched on simultaneously, turning into black and white.

When people were puzzled.

A black and white photo of Ye Fusheng flashed across the screen, followed by an announcement: "With profound grief, we inform the people of Daxia that the news of the passing has reached us. The God of War who shook the heavens, the eternal pillar… has fallen!"

"Posthumous title...Great Xia War Emperor!"

"A national monument, for posterity to admire..."

People heard the news, first stunned into silence, doubting their own eyes and ears.

After just three seconds.

All the subjects were stunned, and cries echoed throughout the land of Xia. The earth trembled, mountains shook, and heaven and earth convulsed!

Just as they were weeping.

Qin Mulan, clad in armor, stood in the Daxia War Department command room and declared with a resounding voice: "From this moment onwards, all Daxia war departments enter Level 1 combat readiness. Strictly monitor border movements. Any overstepping by other nations will be met with immediate and strongest firepower retaliation. Strike first and report later."

He Yuting stood in the Qisheng Group conference room, facing dozens of branch managers. Behind her were hundreds of screens displaying their partners.

She stated unequivocally: "All business dealings of Qisheng Group shall remain at the previous status, with a prohibition on any form of price fluctuation. Any internal personnel found violating this will be immediately dismissed and contacted to prevent future employment by other groups within the organization."

"All partners cooperating with our business, and your direct-operated business, are strictly prohibited from taking advantage of the situation for personal gain. Otherwise, the Qi Group will never cooperate with you again and will take all means to strike back!"

Huangfu Qing stood at the Long Group headquarters, with the deputy director, all team leaders, and internal staff standing before her.

"From this moment on, closely monitor all internal movements within Daxia. If there is hostile infiltration, the emergence of demonic beasts, or any strange arrival, eliminate them at all costs. Should you neglect your duty, you will be executed!"

Gu Ziqi brought the entire Ye family.

From this moment on, monitor all the families. If any act out of line, eradicate them...

Yin Chuchu Yin Susu.

"Monitor global market fluctuations, if there is any action against Daxia, immediately strike back."

Yun Ling'er.

From now on, I, as the master of Danzong, will have all Danzong disciples monitor all wandering cultivators within Daxia. If any cause trouble, they will be immediately killed.

Babysitting.

"The people of Tiesuo Island guard the outskirts of Daxia. If any cultivators approach, they will attack them together."

Shangguan Rou.

"You all have received the kindness of Ye Fusheng. Now he... I hope you will inherit Ye Fusheng's last wishes, protect Daxia to its fullest extent, and today, step out of the mountains and spread throughout Daxia!"

All creatures mourn.

Nanqian Painting.

Sitting in the Ye family's courtyard, she stared blankly at the sky. Her beautiful face, like a painting, was filled with sadness: "They protected the Great Xia for you, so I will protect the Ye family for you. If one day you return, the Ye family will still be here!"

This day.

The Great Xia was shrouded in a mournful atmosphere, but all industries and sectors functioned efficiently without any unforeseen disruptions.

But deep within the grand palace of Dàxiá.

An old man stood in the national leader's office.

Lowering his gaze to the desk.

Yang Dingtian bowed his head and bent over his desk, holding a pen in his hand and writing quickly.

"The second day of the second month in the Great Xia calendar."

"Ye Fusheng is defeated!"

"February 4th."

"Thirty-six thousand statues rose from the ground, fourteen million people worshipped, crying out for the Great Xia War Emperor!"

To this point, Yang Ditian stopped his pen and closed the record.

The cover plainly read "The Legacy of Daxia".

"Oh..."

The elder took the record of inheritance, tears streaming down his face. This was the first time he had let go of the pen and allowed someone else to write for him, and the first time he couldn't bear to record it!

……

Meanwhile.

"Achoo!"

Sneezes echoed constantly in the darkness.

“They must be getting impatient, muttering about me constantly…” a voice echoed softly.

Then suddenly, a fire appeared in the darkness, illuminating a face. It was none other than Ye Fusheng!

At that moment, as the mountain peak crashed down, I thought it was all over. My last hope was that the force would crush the jade talisman, and the land of Fengdu could be saved once more.

When the mountain peak fell, he didn't dissipate, but was instead struck into the inside of the mountain peak, trapped within. He thought of many ways over these two days, but none could break through the mountain peak, leaving him only with being trapped inside.

"In the story, Sun Wukong is pressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. Will I be trapped here for five hundred years too"

Ye Fusheng muttered to himself.

He shook his head afterward, the immediate priority wasn't to mock himself, but to find a way out.

"The structure here is flawless, as if it could absorb spiritual energy. No matter how much you hack at it, it's like hitting the air; there's no feedback whatsoever."

Ye Fusheng walked several circles in this dark and closed space, still finding nothing. He thought of the realm of chaos, and his heart felt even more disheartened. Even if he got out of here, Chaos still had the ability to trap him a second time. With insufficient strength, he could only be forever subject to him.

"Huh"

Ye Fu Sheng seemed to have thought of something, and said in astonishment, “Why didn’t He kill me” do not record transformations. At most, they only involve disguises or subtle changes to one's physical state. The concept of "transformation" has already surpassed the realm of techniques and only...