You Have a Million Soldiers and Dare to Rebel? But I'm a Martial God!

Chu Xiao transmigrated into a world where everyone was completely deranged.

In this world, only fools could sit on the dragon throne. The Empress Dowager had to apologize to a maid after making a mistake, and the late emperor had even dared to put a million-strong army under the command of a vassal king.

But the most insane thing was Chu Xiao himself. This was a martial arts world, yet he had bound himself to a cultivation System.

While everyone else was still laboring to master martial arts, he had already silently attained the legendary realm of the Martial God.

While the masses were still kneeling and praying to Heaven, he had already made the Heavenly Dao his lackey with a single word.

And so Chu Xiao began his own mad life here.

You want your brother on the dragon throne for love? Drag him out and execute him!

You embezzled disaster relief funds? Throw all three thousand corrupt officials into the river!

But who could have guessed that his madness would make the entire court believe he was a true tyrant, while the kings of the northern frontier plotted to replace him?

Chu Xiao couldn't be bothered to explain. He simply issued an order to abolish the vassal states and took back all their military power.

That sent the kings into a frenzy. Rebellions erupted along the borders, and war broke out on every side.

When a million soldiers marched to the capital under the banner of purging the court of traitors and evil ministers, ready to discuss how to deal with the tyrant, Chu Xiao merely stretched on the city wall, took one step forward, and released his aura.

"Purge the court of traitors? Root out evil ministers? Imperial uncles, you have a million soldiers, and this is quite the script."

Chu Xiao smiled.

"But I'm afraid you've run into me."

"I... cultivate immortality."

"I... am the Martial God of the mortal realm!"