Kill Zhou Huangye! Just Wait And See In Yaowang Valley!

Orion's voice rang out with command authority, cutting through the tense air.

"Yuan Zuozong! Prepare to go south and continue the attack. Before reaching Chang'an, kill no less than 100,000 enemies for me!"

The order was clear, cold, and without hesitation.

Orion hadn't forgotten. The Great Zhou Dynasty had recalled all their troops from Yizhou back to Chang'an. Not just that—reinforcements from other major states and counties had also been withdrawn. An army of nearly one million soldiers was concentrated there. Destroying that force would surely yield a massive fortune in luck points.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Zhou Huangye's voice cut through, pleading. "Sir, this is a misunderstanding between you and Da Zhou that can be resolved! There's no need for such bloodshed!"

Zhou Huangye's desperation was palpable. To go to war against this mysterious powerhouse from the Upper Domain? That was pure insanity. Not only could they not win, but a single strike from the great emperor at Orion's command could easily wipe out the entire Zhou Dynasty.

But Orion only sneered. Reconciliation? There could be no reconciliation with Da Zhou, not after what had transpired. His conflict with the empress was beyond repair, and Da Zhou itself was nothing more than a source of luck points—his key to power.

"Hmph! Spare me the talk! All you can do is wash your neck and wait for me!" Orion's eyes were filled with disdain.

Zhou Huangye's face paled, but he summoned his last bit of courage. "Sir, our Great Zhou Dynasty has strong allies in the Upper Realm! Are you really willing to risk provoking them? We can resolve this without bloodshed. We're willing to publicly admit our mistakes. You can even keep the lands you've conquered as the King of Zhenbei! If it's more power you want, even the entire Zhou Dynasty could be yours!"

His words were filled with desperation and, to some extent, sincerity. They were offering everything—power, recognition, land. But Orion wasn't interested in handouts. He had fought for his dominance, and he intended to claim it, not be granted it by cowards.

Orion's lips curled into a mocking smile. He had heard similar words before, from another emperor of Da Zhou. How amusing to see history repeat itself. He nodded toward Xu Chu, his battle-hardened general, signaling it was time.

Without needing further instruction, Xu Chu drew his sword. However, this time, he wasn't going to risk another last-minute order to stop. From a distance, Xu Chu unleashed a long-range strike—a blade of pure energy shot forth, cutting through the air with deadly precision, aimed directly at Zhou Huangye.

Zhou Huangye's heart sank as the deadly energy approached. Though he could have blocked it—being a powerful Martial Saint—the weight of Emperor Qingyun's overwhelming aura froze him in place. Despair washed over him. He had no chance. He had already tried fleeing once before, and now, even that wasn't an option.

In the next moment, Xu Chu's energy blade made contact, and Zhou Huangye—an ancient figure of the Great Zhou Dynasty, rumored to have lived for thousands of years—was erased from existence.

[Ding! Your subordinate has killed a powerful Martial Saint! Gained 275,000 luck points!]

Orion's eyebrow twitched as he considered the notification. "Only 275,000 for a Martial Saint?" He sighed, realizing that Emperor Qingyun's previous intervention had likely caused a reduction in the luck points awarded.

He glanced at his status.

[Host: Orion] [Strength: Mid Martial Emperor] [Forces: Eighteen Yanyun Cavalry (slightly injured), 100,000 Snow Dragon Cavalry (enhanced), 50,000 trapped camp, Shadow Guard, Xiaoyu, 10,000 Beifu Army (damaged)] [Guards: Emperor Qingyun, Li Sandao, Xu Chu] [Luck value: 9,415,375]

"Always just a little short..." Orion muttered. His patience was wearing thin. "March to Chang'an!" he commanded with growing impatience. He needed to accumulate another 600,000 luck points, and he wasn't about to wait around.

As the army prepared to move, Yuxiang approached hurriedly.

"My lord, I forgot to mention… many powerful figures from Dongzhou Continent have gathered to aid Yaowang Valley. Some have already arrived!"

Orion's heart skipped a beat. "What? They're already here?"

His frustration boiled over. "Yuxiang, why didn't you tell me this sooner?!"

Yuxiang's face flushed with embarrassment. "My lord, you hadn't asked me! And this information wasn't easy to obtain—it took Xiaoyu a lot of effort to uncover it!"

Orion sighed. He couldn't blame Yuxiang entirely. Still, it was frustrating. The luck points he needed were arriving at his doorstep, and here he was, planning an assault in the south.

"Yuxiang, from now on, don't wait for me to ask about important matters!" Orion's tone was sharp but controlled.

"Yes… my lord," Yuxiang replied quietly, bowing his head. He couldn't help but worry that he had fallen out of favor with Orion.

But now, Orion's mind was elsewhere. These powerful figures gathering at Yaowang Valley were no small fry. Their defeat could bring him a wealth of luck points. But this wasn't a battle for armies—it required precision and strength. His mind made up, Orion decided to split his forces.

"Yuan Zuozong," he called, "you will lead the Dragon Cavalry south. You know how to deal with any remnants of the Zhou Dynasty you meet. Wait for me at the Yizhou border."

Then he turned to his trusted elite. "Li Sandao, Xu Chu, Shadow Guard—we return to Yaowang Valley."

With Emperor Qingyun by his side, Orion felt secure. Even without the 100,000-strong Dragon Cavalry, he was confident. It was time to collect the luck points owed to him by those who dared gather at Yaowang Valley.

"Yes, my lord!" His soldiers saluted, the plan now in motion. They moved swiftly, prepared for whatever battles lay ahead. Orion's path was clear—his rise to supremacy was inevitable.