"Thank you for your support, but the army I can assemble is only 600,000 at most. If I want to defeat the great merchants, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky."
While everyone was talking, a tall and thick-set man suddenly broke into the hall and arbitrarily grabbed the jug next to him and drank a few sips.
"Prince Mu, all the masters have arrived. The martial arts conference can be held as scheduled. I just don't know if King Zhao of Dashang dares to come."
King Mu stood up slowly. At this moment, he seemed to be the overlord of the world.
"In that case, let's organize the martial arts conference first!"
In the lush dense forest, a group of people moved forward slowly.
"Your Highness, they must be fully prepared for this martial arts competition. Isn't it a little hasty for you to just lead our team?"
Sang Zhuoli's face was full of worry. Now Zhao Rui was her master, and all her thoughts were on Zhao Rui.
Although the fasting girls following behind did not say anything to dissuade him, everyone had deep worries in their eyes.
Zhao Rui looked indifferent, took a few sips of wine, then raised his hand and pointed into the distance.
"My ambition is to conquer the world. Now this is the border gate of Dashang. But there are so many hidden dangers outside the border. How can I stand by and watch? No matter what, we must make them all surrender to Dashang!"
Sang Zhuoli didn't say anything more, she just conveyed a message to the fasting girls next to her, asking them to protect Zhao Rui to the death if necessary.
Ziyun always remained vigilant, with one hand always on the hilt of the sword.
I don’t know how long it took, but the group finally arrived at King Mu City.
This place is a little different from what Zhao Rui imagined.
I originally thought that a small border town deep in southern Xinjiang would not be too prosperous, but when I arrived here, I discovered that the size of King Mu City was actually comparable to the capitals of the various princes and kings of the Great Shang Dynasty.
Just its majestic and majestic aura is intimidating.
Under the city wall, Zhao Rui narrowed his eyes slightly.
Others sighed when they saw this city, but he felt a strong murderous aura.
Building your own city like this has only one purpose, and that is to regard yourself as a ruler.
King Mu's army is the most powerful among all the forces in Southern Xinjiang, and is also the one most likely to rule Southern Xinjiang.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" Ziyun hurriedly came to the side.
Zhao Rui shook his head, said nothing, patted his horse's back and took the lead into the city.
In the huge square in the center of the city, warriors from all major forces in southern Xinjiang have gathered.
There are also warriors competing in various arenas.
When Zhao Rui and his party entered the city, everyone cast unkind glances.
In their view, King Zhao of Dashang was a pure outsider, and he was able to attend this martial arts conference only because of his status as the ruler of the Miao territory.
Moreover, quite a few of these people have murderous intentions.
Zhao Rui saw all this and stopped at an inn near the square.
"I still like the delicacies of southern Xinjiang very much. We will rest here today."
He shouted quite deliberately and walked straight in.
Sang Zhuoli couldn't help but tremble. She really couldn't figure out Zhao Rui's intention, so she could only send a few fasting girls to guard the door of the inn.