The Future Martial King

For the time that followed, Xiao Yun spent his days in a cycle of teleporting—killing enemies—offering sacrifices.

It had to be said that Xiao Yun's efficiency was astonishingly high. With teleportation for travel, not even a Quasi-Emperor could match his speed.

With Xiao Yun's support, the losses within Chu Kingdom were directly reduced by a great deal.

Even the Crown Prince, who was stationed in Chu Capital, sent a commendation order through Zhou Jiutian. He said that after the war, he would report to the Chu Emperor and promote Xiao Yun from a Human Race "Martial Marquis" to a Human Race "Martial King."

This world had no rule that those of a different surname could not become kings. The status of the eight supreme Human Kings was even more impressive than that of some imperial princes, second only to the Human Emperor.

This time, Xiao Yun had slain many peak Great Saints from the Primordial World, saved numerous cities, and rendered an immense service.

Star Sea City!

As Zhou Jiutian watched the inner academy geniuses cleaning up the battlefield, he smiled enviously at Xiao Yun. "Congratulations, Brother Xiao. You've slain over a hundred peak Great Saints and saved more than three hundred major cities. With such a world-shaking achievement, becoming a Martial King is as certain as a nail in a board."

"Cut the crap. Where's the next city that needs support?" Xiao Yun waved a hand. He had little interest in being a Martial King. After all, he did not belong to this era; no matter how high his status became, it would be useless. It would be far more practical to reward him with an Emperor Weapon.

Unfortunately, this world's artifact-refining methods were woefully underdeveloped. Emperor Weapons could only be forged by Great Emperors, and they also had