Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!-Chapter 1357 - 722: Wheel Execution! (Part 2)

Chapter 1357: Chapter 722: Wheel Execution! (Part 2)
Wei Yushuang: "..."
Su Jie stood up from his seat, step by step approaching Bate’er, looking down at the Purple Mansion Dharma King before him with disdain, saying, "Your so-called military encircling formation, Great Taoist Formation ambush, the four Dharma Kings and Divine King joining forces, I don’t care. Mere ants dare to challenge me, I shall break them with my might. Until the Divine Eagle Empire is annihilated, the army shall not return without a single person. The fate of your Divine Eagle Empire has long been decided."
Qin Yushang, Wei Yushuang, and others were shaken to their core, feeling the overwhelming dominance in Su Jie’s words.
Especially Wei Yushuang, who as the former Eldest Princess understood the significance of Su Jie’s words—a sentiment never felt in the Da Li Dynasty, which always compromised with the Divine Eagle Empire.
Bate’er was stunned for several seconds before reacting, his face turning livid from Su Jie’s arrogance and brazenness.
"Emperor Xingyuan, do you really think you are invincible? Still dreaming of annihilating my Divine Eagle Empire, ridiculous! I believe it will be your Great Xia Dynasty that will be overthrown by our Divine Eagle Empire’s iron cavalry."
Bate’er roared, knowing that with Su Jie’s decision to fight, he was bound to die.
"If you dare, kill me; the Divine King will avenge me."
Bate’er stretched his neck, eyes seemingly on fire, fiercely spitting at Su Jie, wishing to tackle him if his acupoints and meridians weren’t sealed and his legs weren’t severed.
Boom!
The spit turned to smoke before coming close, dissipating; Su Jie’s face was placid, unmoved by a dying man’s actions.
"Your reliance, the so-called Divine King Tie Mutu, is nothing but a failure of the Yang Palace Holy Land. He hid away pretending to be dead during Emperor Tianwu’s reign and now dares to stir chaos; it’s simply laughable."
Su Jie spoke calmly. Concerning the intelligence of this mysterious Divine King from the Divine Eagle Empire, Su Jie had already received information from Zuo Lin at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion—of course, obtained for free this time.
This Tie Mutu came from the Yang Palace Holy Land, one of the Five Great Holy Lands. He was a candidate for Saint Heir but failed in the selection, then was ostracized by the Yang Palace Saint Heir out of jealousy, eventually fleeing, arriving on the Ancient Continent thousands of years ago.
At that time, the Ancient Continent wasn’t in an era of great contention. When it began, encountering Emperor Tianwu, Tie Mutu lost all battle spirit, unable to oppose; he buried himself with the Life Tomb Secret Technique, never surfacing during Emperor Tianwu’s lifetime.
Faced with such a person, Su Jie had no reason to feel fear—not to mention a failed Saint Heir contender; he had slain true Saint Heirs before, like Nine Heavens Saint Son Meng Lei Ze, who couldn’t withstand several moves from him.
"Nonsense, the Divine King is a True Dragon in the world, and you, a fake serpent, will be overthrown eventually. The rightful rule belongs to the Divine Eagle Empire, to the Divine King Tie Mutu."
Bate’er was furious, roaring repeatedly as Su Jie belittled Tie Mutu.
"Rest assured, I will soon send your so-called Divine King down to meet you; now, you go first."
Su Jie opened his right hand, swiftly dropping it on Bate’er’s crown in his fearful gaze.
Boom!
Bate’er’s head trembled, white brain matter oozing from the seven orifices, while a grim and pained soul was extracted by Su Jie, inspected briefly before being satisfactorily placed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner he carried.
Su Jie dragged the corpse beneath his feet, turning and leaving the General Mansion, arriving at the external parade ground, with Qin Yushang and others following closely.
At this moment, the Cultivator Army cleaning the battlefield at Jade Dragon Pass had assembled here. The previous battle was merely a warm-up, insignificant; swift action was paramount, as any delay and the Divine Eagle Empire would receive news.
Ascending the parade ground podium, Su Jie unceremoniously hung Bate’er’s corpse on the central military flag, ensuring all cultivators present could see clearly.
"Everyone, this is Bate’er, one of the Divine Eagle Empire’s five Dharma Kings, but now he’s nothing more than a corpse. What does this signify? It signifies that the Divine Eagle Empire is a facade, impressive in appearance but useless."
Su Jie’s voice thundered across the field, cultivators below visibly animated, filled with pride. Despite Bate’er’s simple death, eliminating a Purple Mansion Cultivator was always a nation-shaking event.
"Here we stand today, at Jade Dragon Pass, on the border; beyond lies the sprawling grassland, the nest of the Divine Eagle Empire, where nomadic tribes dwell, living off the water and grass, herding cattle and sheep. Every harsh winter month sees them descending while recruiting young strong men from various tribes, dispatching iron cavalry to raid, feeding off the enemy, burning and killing, creating city massacres and atrocities, making a trail of blood—a practice they call ’harvesting the grass,’ treating our people as fodder to be harvested."
Su Jie’s voice grew intense, words sincere; many cultivators shared anger and hostility, eyes filled with killing intent.
"This act of ’harvesting the grass’ has persisted for countless years. One could say the decline of the Da Li Dynasty mirrors the rise of the Divine Eagle Empire’s raids, countless Northern Territory civilians dying under their iron hooves, wives and daughters reduced to tools for their amusement, young men becoming two-legged sheep for them to work to death."
Before this war began, ministers in the court advised compromise with the Divine Eagle Empire, to avoid warfare and be gentle in opening hostilities.
But looking at the countless Northern Territory civilians dead, the charred villages and towns, the raped wives and daughters, as the Great Emperor for all civilians, I cannot remain indifferent. Tell me, what should we do?"
Su Jie’s gaze, piercing, swept across the crowd.
"War!"
"War!"
"War!"
A hundred thousand cultivators shouted in unison, their momentum reaching the sky, shattering layers of clouds, the atmosphere of slaughter permeating all directions.
Around the parade ground were Northern Territory civilians recently rescued from Divine Eagle Empire soldiers, eyes reddened, fists clenched tightly, emotions surging.
"Kill, kill, kill! I want those grassland barbarians dead."
"Emperor Xingyuan, please stand for us!"
"I will enlist too, to avenge my parents killed under the iron hoof of grassland barbarians."
These civilians knelt densely at the periphery, pleading to Su Jie.
In the past, the Da Li Dynasty ignored their lives, treating them as bargaining chips to compromise with the Divine Eagle Empire. Now, the Great Xia Dynasty, Emperor Xingyuan, sees them as people, igniting the idea of sacrificing for those who understand them, willing to follow Emperor Xingyuan into fire and battle.
Wei Yushuang wore a complex expression, feeling Su Jie’s charisma; this perhaps was the image of an emperor in her heart.
"I, as Emperor Xingyuan, shall stand for the people."
Su Jie pointed at Bate’er’s corpse on the central flag, then ordered a cartwheel to be brought and sternly declared, "The Divine Eagle Empire dares to raid our Great Xia border; we shall retaliate blood for blood. Even if the enemy hides within the vast grasslands, the Great Xia Dynasty will not hesitate or retreat—those who offend Great Xia, even if far, will be exterminated."
"Convey my orders: all units take the Soul Summoning Banner and immediately advance onto the grasslands, penetrating the Divine Eagle Empire’s territory, slaying all males taller than the cartwheel to eliminate future threats."
Su Jie pushed the cartwheel flat, voice threading with cruelty and mercilessness.
Below, many cultivators hailing from Ghost Ridge Palace saw no issue, instead responding enthusiastically.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Under the ferocious shouts of the Cultivator Army, units received the Soul Summoning Banners from quartermasters, affixing them to the backs of Spider Main Battle Mechas, then spreading out towards the grassland, launching into action.