No More Fighting, Just Crushing!

What if His Majesty was in a bad mood today...

Even if he did not die, he would still be flayed alive—having several bursts of Sword Qi scrape his bones was no empty threat!

Changchun's fingertips trembled faintly, veins throbbing at his temples. His entire body was taut as a fully drawn bow.

"Enough. Let the battle proceedings be kept simple; dispense with the tedious formalities." Xuanyuan's voice was steady. "This Emperor only wishes to hear the truth—how has the battle gone thus far?"

Though he had already deduced the general course of events and knew the rough outline, on the battlefield, the slightest difference could mean the divide between life and death.

Minor details, the shifting currents of human hearts, the expressions of enemy generals, the weariness of the soldiers... these could not be divined. He had to hear them with his own ears.

He had once been the emperor on horseback who swept across the Six States, and also the Human Emperor who strategized behind the command tent and laid the realm's foundations.

Now that he had come in person, he would not permit even the slightest ambiguity.

Only by knowing oneself and one's enemy could one sever their veins, seize their throat, and shatter their momentum—

the Human Race's road ahead could not afford a single misstep.

"Reporting to the Human Emperor, the matter is as follows..."

Wang Jian stepped forward, his armor clanking as his tone turned solemn. As the frontline commander, it was only proper for him to make this report.

Bai Qi stood silently behind Xuanyuan, his gaze sharp as a blade as he listened to every word without betraying a trace of emotion.

"So that was it."

After hearing the account, Xuanyuan and Bai Qi exchanged a glance, and everything became clear.

That