Chapter 119 Heading to the Feather God Dynasty

City of Sin, City Lord's Mansion, main hall.

This place had already been converted into the temporary command headquarters for Asura Hall.

Ye Haocheng sat on a tiger-skin-covered armchair, toying with an exquisite wine cup. Leng Er was standing below, vividly reporting on the reactions from the outside world.

"Hall Master, your foresight is truly divine!"

Wu De's face was filled with irrepressible excitement. "Those two dynasties really have turned into cowards! Now, everyone outside is spreading rumors, saying that Chu Changsheng and Emperor Cao Chen were scared out of their wits by you, and don't even dare to let out a fart!"

"Furthermore, because of this, quite a few rogue cultivators are inquiring about how to join our Asura Hall. There are even a few lone wolves who are quite famous in the Eastern Continent who have expressed their willingness to submit to us."

Ye Haocheng listened, a wicked curve appearing at the corner of his mouth as he took a light sip of wine.

"As expected."

Ye Haocheng put down the wine cup, a flash of disdain in his eyes. "These emperors, they look majestic, but in reality, they all cherish their lives dearly. The higher their position, the more afraid they are of death, and the more they hesitate."

"They think that as long as they ignore me and wait for the storm to pass, they can save face? Or do they want to trap me in this tiny plot of land?"

"Naive."

Beside him, Deng Tianlong had already changed into a brand-new black robe. Although his injuries had not yet fully healed, his spirit was completely different. He looked at Ye Haocheng with eyes full of admiration.

Previously, he thought Ye Haocheng was just strong, but he never expected him to be so seasoned in manipulating human hearts and controlling the situation.

"Hall Master, what shall we do next?" Wu De asked impatiently. "We can't just wait here, right? This godforsaken place doesn't even have a decent opponent; it's too boring."

Ye Haocheng stood up and walked to a huge map of the Eastern Continent hanging in the center of the hall.

His gaze swept past the Great Chu Dynasty and finally rested on the northeast region of the map, an area marked with rolling mountains and a sea of clouds—the Feather God Dynasty.

"Since the mountain will not come to me, I will go to the mountain."

Ye Haocheng's finger pressed heavily on the location of the "Feather God Imperial Capital," a cold glint appearing in his eyes. "If they dare not come, then we will actively go find them!"

"Passive defense has never been the style of my Asura Hall."

Hearing this, Deng Tianlong's body trembled violently, and his breathing became rapid.

He knew that the moment was coming.

Ye Haocheng turned around, looked at Deng Tianlong, and said in a deep voice, "Deng Tianlong, when I first accepted your mission, I promised you that I would destroy the Feather God Dynasty and avenge your Golden-Winged Roc Clan."

"Now, the time has come."

"The two major dynasties think I will hold the Barren Sand Sea, and they will surely deploy heavy troops to blockade the periphery of the sand sea. Their internal defenses, especially the Imperial Capital, will likely slacken due to this inertia of thinking."

"This is our opportunity."

"Strike directly at the heart!"

Thump!

Deng Tianlong knelt on both knees and kowtowed heavily, his voice choked with sobs. "Hall Master, your great kindness! Deng Tianlong is willing to die for you!"

"Get up." Ye Haocheng helped him up. "You have great utility. We need your familiarity with the Imperial Palace, and... that item in your possession."

Ye Haocheng was naturally referring to the ultimate venerable weapon—the Heaven-Overturning Roc King Seal.

Although this venerable weapon was currently in Ye Haocheng's hands, if they arrived at the Feather God Dynasty, utilizing Deng Tianlong's bloodline and this weapon might trigger unexpected effects, perhaps even suppressing the Feather God Dynasty's national protective formation.

"Leng Yi, Leng Er."

"Subordinate is here!"

"You two, select thirty of the most elite experts in the Hall to accompany me. In addition, Jin Daoming, Deng Tianlong, you two come as well."

"The rest will remain in the Barren Sand Sea to create a false impression, letting the outside world believe I am still in the city."

"Understood!"

Ye Haocheng paused, a glint of sharpness in his eyes. "That is not enough. Since we are playing, let's play big."

"Issue my highest Asura Order!"

"Order the other eight team leaders of Asura Hall to immediately stop all current tasks!"

"Have them take the elite members of their respective groups, break into small units, disguise themselves as merchant caravans, rogue cultivators, and refugees, and infiltrate the territory of the Feather God Dynasty in batches!"

"Tell them the goal is only one—create chaos in the Feather God Dynasty, destroy their teleportation arrays, assassinate their local officials, and cut off their supply lines!"

"I want the Feather God Dynasty to bloom everywhere! Unable to attend to both head and tail!"

"The moment we make a move at the Imperial Capital, I want the entire Feather God Dynasty to instantly paralyze!"

Hearing this series of orders, everyone in the hall felt their blood boiling and their scalps tingling.

This was a true war of annihilation!

It was not a head-on clash between two armies, but a special decapitation operation to disintegrate a massive empire from within by striking at key points!

Such tactics were unheard of in the history of the Eastern Continent.

"Understood!!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their voices shaking the tiles of the roof.

Night fell once again.

The sandstorms of the Barren Sand Sea continued to rage, covering all traces.

In the City Lord's Mansion of the City of Sin, the lights were still bright, and one could even hear Ye Haocheng's arrogant laughter, as if they were holding a celebration banquet.

But that was just an illusion created by those left behind.

At this moment, on the other side of the sand sea, in a highly secret underground river passage.

A small, specially crafted flying shuttle was traversing the pitch-black underground river like a ghost.

Aboard the shuttle, Ye Haocheng, Leng Yi, Leng Er, Jin Daoming, and Deng Tianlong had all changed into inconspicuous gray travel clothes, their faces covered with special masks that could block spiritual sense detection.

"This underground river leads directly to 'Falling Phoenix Slope' on the border of the Feather God Dynasty." Deng Tianlong looked at the map in his hand and said in a low voice. "This was an escape route left by my late father just in case, extremely hidden, and known to no one except core members of the royal family. I never expected that three hundred years later, I would be using this path to kill my way back."

Ye Haocheng sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to rest.

"Very good. As soon as we cross the border, it will be the beginning of the Feather God Dynasty's nightmare."

Meanwhile.

Across the Eastern Continent.

Members of the Asura Hall who were originally lurking in every corner received the "Asura Order" from the highest level.

In a bustling restaurant, a waiter who was wiping a table suddenly stopped his movements, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He quietly retreated to the back kitchen, changed into night-travel clothes, and disappeared into the night.

An outer disciple of a certain sect, who was doing chores, suddenly clutched his stomach to ask for leave, then turned and went down the mountain, disappearing without a trace.

A merchant caravan transporting goods; the leader of the group suddenly signaled his subordinates, and the direction of the caravan quietly changed, pointing directly at the Feather God Dynasty.

Eight team leaders.

Eighty top-tier assassins.

Like eight venomous vipers, they wound their way toward the same target from all directions of the Eastern Continent.

They did not alert anyone, nor did they attract the attention of any faction.

But under the calm surface, a huge web of death, capable of suffocating an entire dynasty, was slowly unfolding.

The flying shuttle passed through the long darkness and finally saw a glimmer of light.

Ye Haocheng opened his eyes, and those deep, abyssal eyes reflected the faint light at the exit ahead.

There, was the territory of the Feather God Dynasty.

"Emperor Cao Chen."

The corners of Ye Haocheng's mouth curled up, and he muttered to himself.

"I have set my sights on your head. I have also set my sights on your throne."

"Wait for it; I hope you can handle this surprise."

The flying shuttle rushed out of the underground river and disappeared into the vast night.

The wind of the Eastern Continent had changed.

A shocking storm destined to be recorded in history and to overthrow royal power was about to erupt on the land of the Feather God Dynasty!