I Can Deduce Arts by Slaying Demons

"Less than two months?"

"The Zhu Hu Dynasty has surrendered?"

"When did the Daqian Dynasty's useless people become so powerful!"

In just two short months, the entire world underwent earth-shattering changes.

First, the Daqian Dynasty proclaimed that Wei Feng, the top general of the Zhu Hu Dynasty, had forcibly entered the imperial palace and attempted to assassinate the emperor of Daqian.

As a result, the Daqian emperor was extremely furious and thus conveyed a message to the entire world.

The Daqian Dynasty was going to declare war on the Zhu Hu Dynasty!

This news exploded like thunder across the world, yet no one believed it.

The Zhu Hu Dynasty was even more dismissive, not only ignoring this so-called declaration of war.

Instead, they were arrogant and openly demanded that Daqian release their people immediately.

They even issued harsh threats.

If Daqian failed to recognize the situation, the elite cavalry of the Zhu Hu Dynasty would trample the Northern Territory of Daqian and make Daqian pay for its "foolishness."

As rumors of the conflict between the Daqian Dynasty and the Zhu Hu Dynasty spread like wildfire,

the surrounding dynasties, instead of mediating, eagerly sent out their elite spies.

Like hyenas smelling blood, they were desperate to confirm the impending war.

These spies, disguised as ordinary people, infiltrated the borderlands between the two countries, steadily sending the latest news back to their respective courts.

Everyone hoped to benefit from this conflict or to watch the spectacle of the two great dynasties destroying each other.

Especially the night patrol guards of the Cyan Heaven Dynasty, who traversed the towering mountains between Daqian and Zhu Hu like phantoms.

The Red Feather Guards of the Zhu Huo Dynasty raced along the ancient roads disguised as merchant caravans.

The Mystic Guard of the Taiyu Dynasty mingled among the crowds disguised as refugees.

At the same time, ministers of various dynasties exchanged toasts and dice, the sound of playful banter rising and falling.

Everyone gambled on the "Daqian Mad Edict," wagering how this seemingly absurd war would ultimately conclude.

"Report!"

"Daqian's million armored troops have exited Beitong Pass, their banners covering the sky, dust obscuring the heavens, and pressing directly toward the Zhu Hu Dynasty's border."

...

Not many days later.

"Urgent report!"

"Lu Jinyun, the son of the Regent Minister of Daqian, personally wielded the Tiger Talisman, leading a million elite cavalry of Daqian, with the vanguard having breached three cities at the Zhu Hu Dynasty's border!"

As this stream of news came in, the entire world was shaken.

At this moment, within the Zhu Hu imperial palace, there was revelry and merriment.

Dancers in splendid attire, like celestial maidens descending to the mortal realm, swayed gracefully to the melodious music.

The Zhu Hu Emperor leaned reclining on the dragon throne, holding a translucent golden goblet, his eyes dazed, admiring the dreamlike scene.

Suddenly, a hurried report shattered this opulent atmosphere.

The Zhu Hu Emperor's golden goblet tilted sharply, spilling fragrant wine onto his bright yellow dragon robe.

Yet he was oblivious, frozen in place as if petrified.

Three crisp ticks sounded from the corner's copper leak, and only then did this majestic figure awaken as if from a dream, slamming the table in fury.

In his rage, he shattered the jade-inlaid table, creating a hideous crack.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

The Zhu Hu Emperor laughed in extreme anger, his laughter carrying boundless killing intent, causing dust to shiver down from the beams.

"Convey my decree: immediately mobilize fifty thousand elite from the Mighty Camp, and mobilize sixty thousand soldiers from the Overlord Camp."

"Additionally, call upon the State Preceptor's mansion for three thousand Martial Artist cultivators; I shall lead the campaign personally!"

Before he finished speaking, the Zhu Hu Emperor suddenly kicked over the heavy bronze censer in front of him, sending the burning incense flying.

His eyes blood-red, he roared with a grim smile: "This time, I shall personally hang that lunatic Qianxi's head on the gates of the Zhu Hu Dynasty,

letting the world know that those who offend my Zhu Hu Dynasty will be punished, no matter how far!"

With the Zhu Hu Emperor's furious roar, the entire great hall trembled slightly, and an earth-shattering war was poised to erupt.

He was not like the useless emperors of Daqian; within the entire Zhu Hu Dynasty, the Zhu Hu Emperor was the strongest.

Mid-stage Grandmaster!

However, defeat came swiftly, and inexplicably, the Zhu Hu Emperor died at the hands of Lu Jinyun a month later, without causing even a ripple.

Finally, after another month, all remaining forces of the Zhu Hu Dynasty surrendered.

Thus, within two months' time, the Daqian Dynasty annexed the entire Zhu Hu Dynasty's territory, becoming the largest dynasty in the world.

At the intersection of the four dynasties, shrouded in thick fog all year round, as if veiled by a layer of mystery.

This area, with its high mountains and dense forests, bramble-filled, was utterly inaccessible to ordinary people.

However, at this moment, elite soldiers from all four dynasties were gathered here.

They wore armor of varying colors, wielding weapons gleaming with cold light.

Like solid barriers, they guarded this region rigorously.

In the center of this forbidden land stood a large and ancient building.

Constructed entirely of black boulders, its surface carved with various peculiar patterns, shimmering eerily in the dim light.

The building's gate towered dozens of feet high, heavy and imposing, inlaid with countless precious gems, emitting a ghostly glow.

The State Preceptors of the Cyan Heaven, Taiyu, Zhu Huo, and Jijing gathered here.

All were renowned figures among the world's martial artists, usually high above, wielding immense power within their respective dynasties.

Yet at this moment, every face bore a serious expression, brows furrowed, eyes filled with worry and vigilance.

Mr. Qingtian, dressed in azure robes and holding a jade Duster, exuded an ethereal aura but couldn't hide the gravity in his eyes.