Han Yu stood up and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside him:
"Zhuqing, stay here and oversee Dai Mubai's assault on the city.
If those old fossils from the Elder Hall resist to the bitter end, take my Oracle Decree. Ling Yuan will help you wipe them out."
Ling Yuan smiled sweetly and bowed:
"This concubine obeys Your Majesty's decree. I guarantee those three old fossils won't cause any trouble."
Zhu Zhuqing tightened her grip on the Short Blade and nodded slightly:
"Understood."
After making the arrangements, Han Yu walked out of the main tent with his hands behind his back. He gazed toward the Far North and Spirit City, a cold, disdainful glint flashing in his eyes.
The overall situation in Star Luo was settled.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the various sects under heaven were kneeling in Heaven Dou Imperial City, submitting themselves as subjects to the Ling Tian Empire.
The entire territory of the Douluo Continent had already fallen into his grasp.
Next, the only obstacle left was that madwoman deep within Spirit City, who sought to stain the mortal world with Rakshasa poison.
"Bibi Dong..."
Han Yu muttered under his breath, the corners of his lips curving cruelly:
"When I return to the capital and reorganize the three armies, it will be the day your Rakshasa dream is utterly shattered."
The void rippled faintly. The Black-Gold Imperial Robe around Han Yu fluttered softly, and his figure silently faded away inside the main tent.
The suffocating Demigod pressure within the tent receded with him, but the nearly twenty Star Luo generals inside still lay prostrate on the ground, exchanging glances. Not one of them dared to stand first.
Dai Mubai slowly rose from the ground and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His expression complicated,