The Dharmic Aspect of the True Martial Body appeared in the sky, like a blazing golden sun shining across the eight wildernesses.

The True Martial Body Dharmic Aspect, which had vanished for a thousand years, reappeared in the mortal world, instantly changing the tide of the battle.

“Dharmic Aspect! Great-Grandmaster... The Great-Grandmaster realm really exists in this world!”

The Taixuan Sect’s old Daoist finally forced out the words stuck in his throat.

His hair was loose, his face stained in blood, but he was so happy he looked like a child, bouncing up excitedly from the ground.

The high monk of the Hanging Temple was equally shocked. He pressed his palms together and chanted, “Good, good~”

The young martial experts all around unconsciously dropped their weapons and stared blankly up at the heavens, witnessing a sight that seemed straight out of myth.

Step by step.

Jiang Zirou slowly walked forward.

With each step she took, the blood-red demonic cloud covering the sky dissipated a little.

By the time she reached the demon, the once-arrogant monster seemed to shrink in the air, its aura crushed completely into the dust.

“This moment… is the moment of judgment.”

Klang!

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow left its sheath.

A gigantic solar corona rose from behind the Dharmic Aspect of the True Martial Body.

Countless crimson-gold flying swords shot forth, densely packed, like a heavenly river overturning, unstoppable and absolute.

The headless demon roared with all its might. The demonic qi behind him condensed into one hundred and eight arms, every punch shadow faster than light, forming a storm of black winds that rushed toward the Dharmic Aspect.

“Chi!”

The snow-bright blade glow of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow cut through the hurricane of fists and cleaved the demon’s mighty body in half.

Then the torrential river of sword shadows fell like a flood, consuming the remaining body, washing away every last trace of demonic qi until the demon disappeared completely from the world.

Exhale…

A breath out, the blade sheathed.

After unleashing its boundless divine might, the True Martial Body dissolved into golden motes of light and vanished.

Jiang Zirou turned around.

Her golden-glowing eyes calmly observed the martial grandmasters standing at the peak of the martial world.

“Withdraw your troops. The Holy Lands of the martial world must take exterminating demons and upholding righteousness as their duty. You must not interfere in political affairs.”

“Of course.”

The five grandmaster powerhouses all dimmed with shame. None expected that a once-in-a-thousand-years Great-Grandmaster would appear on this battlefield—and someone so impossibly young. No wonder the old demon of the Dead Man Lake had broken mentally and succumbed to madness...

Finally, the Taixuan Sect’s old Daoist stepped forward to make a promise.

He rubbed his hands together and smiled. When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

“This little friend… would you be willing to visit our—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Zirou already felt uncomfortable under his stare. She gently shook her head and turned into a streak of flowing light, vanishing from the battlefield.

* * *

The strange phenomenon on the battlefield fell into Emperor Heng’s eyes as well.

‘Only those of the Great Xia imperial clan can use the Dharmic Aspect of the True Martial Body… Who could it be…’

Although he was shocked, his heart was filled even more with relief, believing heaven must be blessing Great Xia.

He had already prepared himself to die together with the rebels.

But he never expected the situation to reverse so easily, all thanks to the intervention of a mysterious martial powerhouse of imperial blood.

Having studied military strategy since childhood, Emperor Heng naturally understood that while the rebel army was in chaos, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He personally raised the battle flag.

With true qi reinforcement from the grandmasters beside him, Emperor Heng’s powerful voice spread across the battlefield.

“The flame of civilization—unbroken for a thousand years—belongs to Great Xia alone! All soldiers, hear my command! Advance with me!”

* * *

No one dared go against the will of a Martial Great-Grandmaster who possessed an invincible Dharmic Aspect.

Shortly after Jiang Zirou departed the five Holy Lands led their disciples and swiftly withdrew from the battlefield.

Though the Holy Lands had only brought about a thousand elite experts, once they left, the three hundred thousand rebel troops instantly became like a great dragon with its spine removed, collapsing into the dirt, nothing more than meat waiting to be butchered.

Blow after blow broke their spirit completely.

Some aristocratic families even defected on the spot.

Under the pursuit of the fierce imperial guards, the remaining rebel soldiers either fled in terror or surrendered their weapons. None dared face the Great Xia army head-on.

In less than half a day, this enormous war came to a complete end. Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers and the nightmarish scene made one wonder if they had descended into hell itself.

Massive numbers of civilians were dispatched to clear the battlefield and burn the bodies, preventing outbreaks of plague or the rise of new demons.

By dawn of the next day a sleepless Emperor Heng finally faced his four brothers in the palace.

The Eldest Prince and Fourth Prince were pale and kneeling on the ground.

The Seventh Prince and Sixth Prince trembled uncontrollably, a faint smell of urine drifting from their pants, making Emperor Heng frown involuntarily.

“Third Brother, Third Brother~ We were wrong! Don’t kill me! Lock me in the palace, just spare my life…”

“Third Brother, do you remember how we used to play cuju as children? I was always the first to pass the ball to you…”

The Seventh and Sixth Princes kowtowed like pounding garlic, tears streaming down their faces.

The Eldest and Fourth Princes said nothing at all.

Emperor Heng’s grip on his teacup tightened until it creaked. His expression twisted and he looked at his brothers with gritted teeth.

He had always been benevolent, always treated his brothers well.

But now that he sat on the imperial throne, he had to think of the common people, his wife and children, the younger sister who had supported him in silence…

Everything—except his own personal sentiment.

In the end, Emperor Heng covered his face and sighed.

He instructed the old eunuch beside him:

“Give them a dignified death.”

* * *

The war had ended.

Jiang Zirou hid her merits and name once more, reclining in a chair under the sun with a book in hand.

The young eunuch Jiang Cheng walked to her side, looking at the girl in white under the sunlight—naturally graceful, effortlessly enchanting.

He hesitated to speak.

“Princess, we won. The rebels have retreated and the rebellious princes have been executed.”

“Mm.”

Jiang Zirou stretched lazily, her posture a vision of beauty, then laid her book over her face.

“I heard from the palace guards that we were only able to win because a Great-Grandmaster intervened that day.”

The eunuch thought for a moment, then added, “And at that time… Princess, you were nowhere to be found…”

“So you think that mysterious expert was me?”

Jiang Zirou removed the book covering her face, blinked her eyes and smiled brightly as she asked Jiang Cheng.