Chapter 531 269: Northern Patrol (Part 4)

Prior to this, the abdication to his third Sovereign Ye Jing was merely a guise of being too old to govern?

It was simply an excuse.

Although Ye Jing was indeed a hundred years old, under the protection of those deities, lifespans in Great Zhou had become extraordinary. That old patriarch of the Song Clan, Song Wen, even lived to one hundred and eighty years old, remaining vigorous and sharp, controlling the various affairs of the Song Clan.

If he could, why couldn't Ye Jing?

Thus, claims of old age were nothing more than an excuse, a pretext for abdication.

It was those deities that forced Ye Jing to abdicate to him!

Though the beneficiary of the abdication, Song Yu was absolutely unwilling to become a second Ye Jing, relinquishing power and position while still in his prime.

Therefore, every word spoken by King of Zhaoren pierced his heart.

But that was not enough to make him compromise.

Song Yu's cold eyes gazed at the Honored God: "What use are your calculated machinations, nothing but petty schemes, how could they withstand the grand and overwhelming momentum?"

"Therefore, I have come to pay homage to Your Majesty."

King of Zhaoren smiled faintly: "Your Majesty has become a True Dragon, a Venerable Emperor. Even a First-class Great God must avoid confrontations. If those evil demons have extraordinary means, they cannot withstand the overwhelming momentum of True Dragon Qi. If Your Majesty issues a decree to reveal their hideous nature and destroy their heretical sacrifice, they will undoubtedly fall from their pedestal. Then, we deities can take action, eliminating this scoundrel for Your Majesty, for heaven and earth, for both divine beings and mortals!"

"Hmm!"

Song Yu snorted coldly: "You think quite highly, but you overestimate me. I am a son of the Song Clan. How can I betray my ancestors? The Song Clan will not agree; the Li Clan and Ye Clan will not agree even more. I fear that just as my decree is issued, I will be kicked off the throne."

"Rest assured, Your Majesty."

King of Zhaoren's smile still lingered: "As the True Dragon Emperor, Your Majesty possesses the aura of a True Dragon, capable of commanding submission from all directions. Additionally, with the merit from past northern expeditions, military prestige is assured. Even among the Song Clan, there are many who lean toward Your Majesty, not to mention the government; the ministers of the Northern Lands are all loyal, and the people of the Southern Lands respect the imperial authority. The evil demon's religious rule isn't as stable as imagined. Once Your Majesty issues a decree, it will absolutely be able to severely injure it and cut off the foundation of its faith."

"What of it?"

Song Yu remained unmoved: "In the past, he could rise from the Southern Lands, supporting Li Mubai and others, establishing the might of Great Zhou. It can be done again today. My decree would merely ignite another north-south war, bringing disaster to the populace."

"In the past, we've fostered a menace. How can we allow it to fester again, making Your Majesty battle alone against this scoundrel?"

King of Zhaoren's smile vanished, adopting a stern expression: "As long as Your Majesty decrees to suppress this scoundrel with Dragon Qi, breaking their evil momentum, then we deities will definitely intervene, combining the power of all the gods to eliminate this external evil."

"You all?"

Song Yu looked at him skeptically: "Are you capable of such deeds?"

"If it were only I, then naturally not."

King of Zhaoren smiled faintly, his gaze growing deep and murderous: "But this demon's threat has endangered the realm. So when the time comes, not only I but deities from all directions will act, gathering at least scores of Third-Rank Great Gods. Among them are many Ancient Great Powers. With Your Majesty's assistance of Dragon Qi, even if this demon possesses sinister means, achieving Second or even First Grade strength, it will still perish in defeat."

"Scores of Third-Rank Great Gods?"

Song Yu's eyes sharpened, wavering in uncertainty.

"Indeed!"

King of Zhaoren smiled lightly at him: "Now everything is ready, only awaiting Your Majesty to accomplish this demon-slaying situation."

"This..."

Song Yu hesitated in speech, conflict evident in his eyes, shaking his head: "Let me think, let me think again…"

"Then Your Majesty, think carefully!"

King of Zhaoren appeared indifferent, still looking at him with a gentle smile: "But it's best to think quickly. The demon's means are exceptionally strange. Your Majesty's affairs may be concealed for a moment, but cannot be hidden forever. Once the truth emerges, we will be forced into a defensive position."

Finished speaking, his figure suddenly became an illusion, and everything around faded like smoke.

"Ah!!!"

Within the Dragon Ship, on the reclining bed, Song Yu was jolted awake, cold sweat drenching his brow, as if waking from a nightmare.

Once awake and aware, looking around, there was no trace of the deity, as if it had been an illusory dream.

But Song Yu knew it was definitely not a dream.

After a long silence, a cold voice finally sounded.

"Someone!!!"