Emperor Xia's Blade

The first two were glory and resources, but this third one was genuine, spine-chilling authority!

Forming a private army directly under his personal command, with duties so special and sensitive—this was practically creating a powerful institution with a high degree of autonomy outside the existing system!

The potential power it held, and the suspicions it might provoke, were impossible to measure.

Lu Chen immediately rose and bowed. "Your Majesty's boundless grace leaves this minister overwhelmed with gratitude! However, forming a private army is a matter of grave importance. I fear it may invite criticism from both court and commonfolk. This minister..."

"My mind is made up." Xia Hong cut him off, his tone beyond question. "Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. The Undead Monarch watches like a tiger eyeing its prey, the Shadow Council lurks in the darkness, and ancient secrets are gradually surfacing."

"The court's current system may suffice against ordinary demon uprisings and rebellions, but when faced with threats so strange and unpredictable—threats that may involve existences beyond Longevity—it is bloated and slow. I need a blade sharp enough, flexible enough, and wholly obedient to you—or rather, obedient to me!"

He looked deeply at Lu Chen. "What you bear, together with the Azure Dragon inheritance, has destined you to be drawn into the heart of these whirlpools. Rather than respond passively, it is better to seize power proactively. This Demon Suppression Army is both the aid I grant you... and the responsibility I place upon you."

With matters laid bare to this extent, Lu Chen no longer declined. He solemnly saluted. "This minister accepts the decree and gives thanks! I will never fail Your Majesty's trust!"

"Good." Xia Hong nodded, then abruptly changed the subject, his tone turning somewhat profound. "Lu Chen, do you know what the Dragon