[Wuxia] Sword's Hatred and Passion (Complete) - 33

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Chapter 65 of Sword's Hatred and Passion: Slaying the Eunuch

"Who goes there..."

Several nuns guarding the mountain leaped out, swords in hand. Upon seeing the newcomer, their faces flushed crimson. Before them stood a burly, naked man, his muscles like cast iron. With each step he took, the stone steps beneath his feet shattered, making it difficult for them to stand. Between his legs stood a terrifying, two-foot-long fleshy rod, its tip resembling the head of a purplish-red, angry dragon, surrounded by dark blue-green coils. With each tremor of his body, it emitted a foul stench.

"You villain...you...you mustn't come any closer..."

a young nun stammered, sword in hand.

"You wicked nun, your foul words have broken the precept against evil speech! The Buddha, on behalf of the Buddha, punishes you..."

the giant roared, and a thick stream of semen, imbued with powerful internal energy, shot from his massive member, striking the nun squarely between her legs.

With a sharp "crack,"

the nun collapsed to the ground with a scream. Her genitals had been pierced by a thick stream of semen, which shot in through her vagina and out through her buttocks, leaving a gaping hole in the rocks behind her – truly indestructible.

"Huiqing..."

several nuns cried out the injured nun's name, but none dared to approach. How many in the world could possess the power to pierce a nun's lower body with just a single stream of semen?

"Hahaha... Little wicked nun, do you know how powerful the Buddha is? Quickly take off your pants and let the Buddha have his fill..."

The madman was none other than Juechen. For the past year, he had traveled throughout the Central Plains like a madman, raping thousands of women, earning him

the title of "The Most Evil Lewd Monk." However, his unparalleled martial arts skills allowed him to dominate the world, destroying gangs and sects at will. Dozens of gangs, large and small, had already been annihilated by him, their bodies torn apart in a gruesome sight.

"He's that lecherous monk... Run... Hurry..." Several nuns, ignoring Huiqing's agonizing screams as

she clutched her genitals on the ground, turned and fled.

"Hmph... Disregarding the lives of his fellow disciples... He deserves to die..." Juechen casually waved his hand, unleashing a palm strike that instantly sent several nuns sprawling to the ground, feeling a chill run through their legs. They looked down to find their legs severed from a distance. "Ah... It hurts so much..." "My legs..." The nuns lay on the ground, clutching their severed legs, wailing and screaming in agony. "Hahaha... This is what happens when you dare to defy the Buddha... I'll break your legs first, then I'll deal with you later..." Juechen took a step and was already more than ten feet away, rushing straight towards the mountaintop. At this moment, a sneaky-looking little monk appeared behind him, catching up in a few steps and pressing the acupoints on the legs of several nuns with broken legs to stop their bleeding, shaking his head and sighing, "Master has become more and more ruthless lately, cutting off perfectly good legs like that, alas..." Luohan turned around and looked at Huiqing, who was still clutching her groin and screaming in agony. With such severe injuries, he figured she was unlikely to survive. Luohan steeled his heart and stepped forward, striking her neck with a palm strike. Huiqing instantly died from her broken neck. "Alas... You're so badly injured that you can never have sex with a man again, so forget it... I'll help you ascend to paradise sooner... Amitabha, Amitabha..." Luohan chanted the Rebirth Mantra beside the nuns' corpses in a seemingly serious manner, when suddenly a girl's angry shout came from behind him. "You little lecherous monk, you've done evil with your master again, not even sparing a few nuns..." Luohan turned around and saw Xiao Feng, dressed in a constable's uniform and exuding a heroic aura, standing behind him, holding a long sword and glaring at him angrily. Behind her were at least dozens of martial arts practitioners. "Sigh... Xiao Feng, you've grown even more beautiful in the year I haven't seen you. Oh... your breasts seem to be a bit bigger than before... To be honest, I've never really slept with you..." Luohan drooled and lewdly grinned. Xiao Feng blushed crimson as she recalled being pinned to the rooftop and pretended to be raped a year ago. She angrily retorted, "Shut up! How many innocent women have you harmed and abused this past year, aiding and abetting your master? If you have any conscience, surrender now! I might spare your life because you're still young." "Sigh... what are you saying? My master was the one who killed them. The people I killed were half-dead, barely alive. I was just relieving their suffering. I have slept with some women, but my master had already left them barely alive. They were going to die anyway, so letting me have some pleasure before they died isn't such a terrible crime, is it?" Luo Han said shamelessly. "Nonsense... Miss Xiaofeng, stop wasting your breath on this lecherous monk... Everyone, go and kill him..." Before Xiaofeng could even speak, the group of martial artists behind her had already charged forward with their weapons. Luohan could only use his "Indestructible Vajra Body" to take the blows head-on. His martial arts had greatly improved over the past year, and Juechen had already passed on the mental techniques of the Four Divine Palms to him. However, his internal strength was currently insufficient to use them, but they were more than enough to deal with these third-rate characters in the martial arts world. Within a dozen or so moves, he had already knocked down four or five of them. "Hmph... Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being merciless with my sword..." Xiaofeng drew her longsword, and in an instant, the sword shadow pierced through like a peacock spreading its tail. This sword was given to Yang Chong, the leader of the Diancang Sect, who had been destroyed by Juechen, before his death. It was a famous sword that could cut through gold and jade, named "Zhanlu." Luohan was confident in his superior hard skills and took several sword blows head-on with his chest. He immediately felt great pain at the point where he was hit. His internal strength was far inferior to Juechen's, and he was already struggling to withstand the blows. "Oh dear... You've tried to murder your husband? You actually meant it..." Luo Han clutched his chest, taking several steps back and pointing at Xiao Feng. "You... who told you to be so stubborn... Surrender now and I'll spare your life..." Xiao Feng's face was also very pale. After all, he had saved her many times before, and although good and evil were irreconcilable, she didn't really want to kill him. "Ah... I... I... I'll die with my eyes open..." Luo Han's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. Xiao Feng was shocked and rushed forward to see what was happening, but before she could, Luo Han twisted his legs, and Xiao Feng, caught off guard, had her ankle caught and fell into his arms. "Ah... despicable... you... ah..." Luo Han grabbed Xiao Feng's neck and shouted, "No one is allowed to come forward... or I'll strangle her." The martial arts practitioners, fearing for their lives, could only retreat. Luo Han leered at Xiao Feng's full breasts, saying, "Xiao Feng, you're developing very quickly, and I'm developing just as fast. Give it a try..." His crotch bulged, and his penis began to scrape against Xiao Feng's genitals through her pants. "Ah... Damn it... Let go... Ah... you lecherous monk..." Xiao Feng was furious. How had she fallen for his trick again? She struggled fiercely, but Luohan was too strong and held her tightly, even dropping his sword. The scent of her youthful sweat aroused Luohan's lust. A year ago, he had finally achieved his desire and raped Aoshuang, but he always felt that she was just a used slut, what use was her beauty? After raping her, he felt no particular pleasure and instead thought of the pretty but hot-tempered girl Xiaofeng. After all, she was a virgin, and her still-childlike body and underdeveloped vulva made him even more obsessed... His erect penis rubbed hard against Xiaofeng's slightly swollen vulva. Xiaofeng felt an intense heat in her lower abdomen, feeling both ashamed and angry. Gradually, her body grew hotter and weaker, and her legs began to moisten and leak fluid. She was furious! How could this be? Xiaofeng couldn't imagine that she would be aroused by this lewd monk's lewdness, yet she couldn't control her body's throbbing. "Xiaofeng, look, these are the boots I took off your feet the other day. I've been keeping them with me ever since..."

Luo Han took out Xiao Feng's cute little boots from his bosom and waved them in front of her. Xiao Feng looked at them blankly, her body swaying weakly.

"I truly love you. Give me your body, and then I will leave Master and go with you to a secluded place. I won't hurt anyone anymore..."

Luo Han carried Xiao Feng straight to the mountaintop, wanting to find a meditation room and a bed to consummate their marriage as soon as possible. When he reached the top, he saw hundreds of nuns' corpses lying haphazardly on the ground in front of the Emei Sect's martial arts hall. Some were naked, with bloody holes the size of bowls between their legs, gushing out large amounts of blood that stained the ground red. This was the horrific scene after being raped by Jue Chen's two-foot-long club... Others had their flesh and bones separated and their brains splattered. Still others had bloody pits pierced on their faces and chests. Luo Han knew that these were

the wounds caused by his master's "One-Finger Zen" technique with his flesh club.

"Ah...you're all beasts...let go...bastards..."

Seeing this hellish scene, Xiao Feng suddenly came to her senses and swung her fists wildly at Luo Han.

"Hey...no, no...it wasn't me who did this...ouch...you bit me..."

Luo Han was caught off guard when Xiao Feng bit his shoulder. In pain, he let go, and Xiao Feng took the opportunity to roll several feet away and leap up angrily, saying, "Stay away from me...I...I won't do...do that disgusting thing with you..."

"Hehe...you bit me really deep, hoping I'll remember you, right...don't worry, I'll cherish you for the rest of my life...you don't want to do that kind of thing with me? But why are you wet down there?"

Luo Han leered and raised his hand, his fingers covered in a pool of sticky liquid.

"Ah..."

Xiao Feng looked down and saw that her crotch was warm, and juice was seeping through her crotch cloth. She quickly covered it with her hand.

“Covering it up won’t help. Your body has already told me you want to have sex with me. You clearly like me… Stop running away, come with me…”

Luohan walked over with open arms.

Before Xiaofeng could speak, there was a loud “boom.”

A nun was blasted out of the courtyard, spitting blood. Before she hit the ground, Juechen, who had leaped out of the courtyard, grabbed her.

“What kind of new Emei sect leader is this? She’s a complete waste… She can’t even withstand three of my moves, what’s the point of her being alive? She’s a disgrace to the name of Emei…”

Juechen cursed, grabbing Jing’en by the collar.

“You…you demon…demon…kill me if you want…why say more…”

Blood streamed down Jing’en’s face, and she was clearly dead.

"Hmph, you're old and faded, utterly disgusting. I wanted to kill you with one blow, but seeing your stubbornness, fine, I'll just have to take advantage of you this once..."

With that, Juechen exerted a little force, shattering Jing'en's clothes into pieces. Jing'en was over fifty years old, her body had become plump, and she was no longer the slender girl she once was. Her breasts sagged, and her waist was quite thick, making her less attractive than even the dozens of nuns Juechen had just raped. Juechen only wanted to torture her and had no interest in her body. He grabbed her body and thrust his erect, bloody penis down hard...

"Ah..."

Jing'en screamed, her body convulsing but unable to struggle. A line of blood, representing her virginity, flowed from her lower body...

"Damn... she really is a virgin. After guarding her virginity for decades, I'm taking it for you today. It's a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes..."

Juechen laughed wildly and began to thrust upwards with all his might.

Xiao Feng was terrified by the horrific scene, her face paling and her body trembling. She simply couldn't imagine that such a terrifying weapon was being thrust into her vagina; she would surely die of pain on the spot...

"Xiao Feng, don't be afraid... I'll protect you, Master won't hurt you..."

Luo Han took two steps forward, and Xiao Feng warily drew a dagger, pointing it at her heart, saying, "Don't come any closer, if you take another step forward I'll kill myself..."

"No, no... okay... I won't come forward then..."

Luo Han helplessly took a few steps back.

Xiao Feng watched nervously as a terrifying, rod-shaped object swelled up in Jing En's lower abdomen, blood continuously gushing from her lower body. Her eyes rolled back, and blood began to spray onto Jue Chen's face and head. Jue Chen, like a mad tiger, continued to thrust wildly and relentlessly, each thrust reaching its hilt, until Jing En's uterus ruptured and the force reached her intestines...

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the air, and Jue Chen was struck by more than a dozen blows in an instant, flying straight into the courtyard. Jing En was pulled from his penis, but as the penis left her body, her intestines, blood, and other lower organs were also brought out, spraying all over the courtyard in a gruesome manner.

A stunningly beautiful woman in white, supporting Jing En's naked, mangled body, said, "Don't worry, this lecherous monk will surely face justice today..."

As if in a final burst of energy, the dying Jing En reached out and grasped the white-clad woman's hand, pleading, "Please, heroine, convey my message... let... let Lian Xin... Xin Yi... become the... the leader of Emei..."

With that, she closed her eyes, her head lolled to the side, and she passed away.

Luo Han was stunned upon seeing the white-clad woman. She was none other than Ao Shuang, whom he had raped in the secret chamber that day. Now, Ao Shuang exuded an aura of purity; where was the former lewdness?

"Haha... What a lively day... Even you, shameless bitch, have come? Fine... I didn't kill you last time... This time, let's have another three hundred rounds..."

Juechen leaped back as if unharmed. Aoshuang's jade face darkened as she recalled the insane humiliation she suffered at the Blissful Pavilion. Even with her kind and gentle nature, she couldn't help but feel a surge of murderous intent. Moreover, the evil monk before her had indeed harmed countless people. Without replying, she moved her jade palm, and an incredibly strong gust of wind descended from the sky, enveloping Juechen.

"What kind of kung fu is this..."

Juechen felt as if his body was firmly sucked in by a tornado, unable to move. The gale was like countless swords slashing at every inch of his skin. This power was like that of a precious sword, and it was a relentless, endless barrage of blows. Gradually, even his protective "indestructible body"

began to crack.

"Damn it..."

Juechen knew that if she continued to hold on, her protective divine power would be broken. So she used "Buddha Saves All Demons" and

struck out with her palm. Her ferocious Buddha image spread its arms and forcefully opened the tornado. The energy burst out, sending the corpses of the nuns on the ground flying everywhere, causing buildings to collapse. Xiaofeng and Luohan were also blown by the energy and slammed into the mountain wall, unable to move.

"Well... you bitch, that move is pretty powerful..."

Juechen gritted her teeth and said. Ao Shuang's move just now was the "Whirlwind Style" from the

"Four Symbols Exorcising Evil Immortal Technique. " It can use the Qi of the Nine Heavens to create an unparalleled gale to tear the opponent to pieces. Even Jue Chen had to use the "Great Sun Buddha Palm" to barely escape. In the past year, she, her husband Feng Wutian, and her adopted daughter Li Pan'er had lived in seclusion in the Snow Valley. In addition to successfully overcoming the psychological trauma of being raped and humiliated a year ago, she had also successfully mastered the "Whirlwind Style" from the "Four Symbols Exorcising Evil Immortal Technique." With the guidance of her husband, her martial arts had also improved by leaps and bounds. "Lewd monk, today is your death day... I, Liu Ao Shuang, will act on behalf of Heaven today..." Ao Shuang's willow eyebrows stood on end and her almond eyes widened. Her body slowly floated into the air, and the surrounding wind grew stronger and stronger, clearly the starting stance of a fierce attack. Jue Chen did not dare to be negligent and raised his power to the peak. Suddenly, a powerful sword aura fell from the sky and separated the two. The one who came was none other than Feng Wutian. "Fine, Feng Wutian... Today I'll break your arms and legs right here and let you watch how I deal with this bitch..." Juechen roared, wielding his left hand with the "Prajna Palm".

With his right hand wielding the "Vajra Fist,"

he unleashed a flurry of attacks, while his two-foot-long fleshy staff in the middle employed the "One-Finger Zen," a powerful

thrust into the center.

Feng Wutian, however, used his self-created "Free and Unfettered Hand

" to circle his arms. The soft, feminine palm force easily neutralized the opponent's extremely powerful and yang

-like technique, while layers of palm force counter-pressed Juechen. Juechen roared, and the image of the Tathagata reappeared behind him—the "Great Sun Buddha Palm." The first move, the first glimmer of Buddha light, unleashed countless golden rays

of immense power. The "Free and Unfettered Hand," though a peerless technique, ultimately couldn't neutralize the opponent's ferocious palm strike. Feng Wutian could only withdraw his palm force, redirecting it towards the mountain wall, instantly causing a massive collapse of the solid wall, sending rocks flying everywhere.

"Hahaha… Even if you two, you two, come at me together, I'm not afraid! Come on… My Great Sun Buddha Palm is invincible…"

Juechen roared, driven mad.

Feng Wutian, brimming with confidence, took two steps forward and sneered at Juechen, "This time, Shuang'er and I returned to the Central Plains to kill you and Wei Yan. Today, your death is imminent, what else do you have to say? If you don't speak, you'll have no chance..."

"Bullshit... I, the Buddha, have already attained enlightenment. The Tathagata Buddha granted me eternal life and the creation of a paradise. You, a mere little demon, dare to block my path? Today, I, the Buddha, will show you what happens when you oppose the Buddha!"

Juechen's palm strike rose again, and the enormous Tathagata image soared more than five zhang high, its brows filled with ferocious malice. This was no Buddha, but clearly a demon. The enormous image clasped its hands together, as if it had merged with Juechen's form and spirit, and powerful energy surged through the peak of Mount Emei.

"Wutian... why don't you and I join forces to kill him..."

Aoshuang, seeing the power of Juechen's move, couldn't help but worry about her husband.

"Shuang'er, you need not worry. Today, I will use my sword to shatter his laughable dreams... Let him know that I am the true number one in the world... Let him witness my most powerful move." "

Sword Pierces the Sky!"

Feng Wutian said, unleashing her "Phoenix Undying Body."

At her peak power, the fiery energy changed from red to blue, then to purple, finally transforming into a faint white, protecting her entire body. The Seven Kill Sword on her back automatically unsheathed, spinning rapidly into a sword sphere three zhang in diameter.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Pay Homage..."

Juechen, his eyes bloodshot, thrust his palms forward, simultaneously making the same movement with the Tathagata image behind him. In everyone's eyes, the image instantly split into countless smaller images, swarming towards Feng Wutian like a tidal wave, sealing off all the space around the sword sphere, leaving no escape.

In the blink of an eye, the sword ball spun and crashed into the countless rushing Tathagata images, creating a deafening explosion. Xiao Feng and Luo Han were shaken so badly that their blood and qi surged. Ao Shuang stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Feng, placing her behind her. With her protective qi, she was more than capable of protecting the two of them. Luo Han was Jue Chen's disciple, so she naturally ignored him. Luo Han could only desperately save himself, leaping behind a boulder.

At this moment, countless Buddha images surrounded the sword ball and beat it mercilessly. However, no matter how fiercely the images attacked, the sword ball remained impregnable, crushing all the images that surged forward. The crushed images then reassembled into a giant image, slashing down with both hands to simplify the complex and aim for a single blow to defeat the enemy. Under the heavy blow, the sword ball was finally shaken open, but at the moment of the crack, a white light shot out from the sword ball and pierced into the image. Juechen's scream of "Ah..." was heard.

A dark thing fell from the sky. Everyone looked closely and saw that his two-foot-long fleshy rod had been cut off at the root, leaving a bloody mess...

When the dust settled, Juechen covered his lower body with both hands, white smoke constantly coming out from between his fingers, but not a drop of blood flowed. His face was full of pain and his eyes were full of disbelief. Feng Wutian, holding the Seven Kills, stood beside him with a solemn expression.

"Impossible...impossible...I am invincible...How could I, the invincible Great Sun Buddha Palm, be defeated...how could I be defeated?"

Juechen cried out, spitting blood. Just now, Feng Wutian's sword not only severed his penis but also shattered his dantian. His indestructible body was completely unable to withstand the sword containing the "Phoenix Undying Body" technique. His internal energy vanished instantly

.

"Hmph... You cultivated Buddhism but turned into a demon, unknowingly falling into the demonic path. The White Flame Realm can burn everything in the world, what is a mere Vajra Indestructible Body? Today I will tear you to pieces... Next up is Wei Yan."

Feng Wutian shouted, and Qi Sha swiftly slashed around Jue Chen, blood and flesh flying everywhere, bones separating. Jue Chen screamed in agony within the sword circle, unable to even dodge. Although Ao Shuang Xiao Feng hated his many evil deeds, seeing such a bloody scene, she couldn't help but lower her head and close her eyes.

"Master..."

Seeing Jue Chen's miserable state, Luo Han remembered all the kindness he had shown him and rushed towards Feng Wutian without regard for his own life.

"Hmph... Seeking death..."

Feng Wutian originally disdained to kill a mere monk, but since he was Jue Chen's disciple, she showed no mercy, shooting out a finger strike that hit Luo Han squarely in the abdomen.

"Ah..."

Luohan screamed as he was blasted dozens of feet away, plummeting to the summit of Mount Emei, his body disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye...

"He...he's dead?"

Xiaofeng rushed out, staring blankly at the bottomless abyss below

. "Don't worry...that little lecherous monk is dead, he can no longer harm anyone..." Aoshuang stepped forward and said.

"Yes...yes...he...he can no longer...can no longer harm anyone..."

Xiaofeng knew that Luohan was an accomplice of Juechen and had committed many evil deeds, but he had repeatedly saved her. She had only intended to capture him and punish him according to the law, but she never expected to watch him fall into the abyss and die without a complete corpse. For a moment, her heart ached, and tears welled up in her eyes.

It's true...he deserved to die, why should I be sad for him...it's true...it's true...Xiaofeng shook her head.

At this moment, Feng Wutian had already chopped Juechen into a pile of flesh and then used the "Phoenix Undying Body" technique.

With a single palm strike, he burned Juechen's bones into ashes, which then dissipated in the wind, finally relieving his hatred. He took a deep breath, feeling unbearable pain in his dantian and his internal organs churning. Although he had won beautifully by using a special move to counter another special move, his internal injuries were actually quite severe. However, he was extremely proud and did not want to show weakness in front of his wife, so he forcibly swallowed the blood that was about to be vomited, but this made his internal injuries even worse.

"Husband, your internal strength has increased at least three times since a year ago. You killed this lecherous monk so easily. It seems that killing Wei Yan will not be difficult either..."

Aoshuang said.

"Hmm... In the past year, my skills have reached their peak. I have mastered the sword control technique, but killing Wei Yan may be more difficult. His skills have likely also greatly improved. The Sun and Moon Mirror is unpredictable and must not be underestimated..."

Feng Wutian said in a deep voice.

"Wu Tian, I heard that Wei Yan has been demoted to a commoner by the emperor and is on his way to Fengyang to guard the imperial tombs. We can intercept him on the way,"

Ao Shuang said. Over the past year, they had diligently practiced martial arts for revenge and their skills had improved rapidly. She had been worried about Ao Xue, who had run away due to a misunderstanding and whose whereabouts were unknown. Recently, she heard rumors in the martial arts world that Ao Xue had been captured by the Ninth Prince, and she was determined to

capture him to force him to reveal Ao Xue's whereabouts. "Father… just now I met a messenger sent by the divine physician Zhang Ruoshui at the foot of the mountain. He gave me a letter to show you…"

At this moment, a young girl came running down the mountain path—it was Li Pan'er.

"A letter from the divine physician Zhang?"

Feng Wu Tian was stunned. After reading the letter, he was shocked and said, "Is that so…?"

Ao Shuang asked, "What does the letter say?"

Feng Wutian said, "Let's talk as we go, hold on tight..."

He then gripped the two women's hands tightly. At that moment, Qi Sha landed at his feet. He stepped onto Qi Sha, and it emitted a "buzzing"

sound, rising into the air and carrying the three of them straight north. Xiao Feng stared blankly at their departing figures, never imagining that Feng Wutian had already reached the realm of sword flight. What difference was there between that and being a god? This was a realm that ordinary mortals like them could never reach in their lifetime.

At this moment, a group of martial artists cautiously approached from below the mountain. A burly man stepped forward and asked, "Miss Xiao Feng... another girl just came up the mountain. What happened to those two lecherous monks?"

"The old lecherous monk and the young... lecherous monk... they've both been killed by the Sword God..."

Xiao Feng sighed helplessly, looking down at the bottom of the cliff, her heart empty.

His master was screaming in agony. The Sword God grinned as he tore his master to pieces. He rushed forward desperately, but Xiao Feng suddenly blocked his way and sneered, "You lewd monk, prepare to die..."

With that, he plunged his sword into his own chest. He screamed and fell to the ground. Xiao Feng then stepped on him and stabbed him again and again, tearing out his heart and liver one by one...

"No..."

Luo Han cried out and woke up from his dream. He found himself lying on a bed, a sharp pain shooting through his chest, which was wrapped in gauze.

"Young brother, you're awake... You've been unconscious for three days and three nights. Falling from such a high cliff and landing on a pile of thatch is quite lucky... I heard you calling for your master, Xiao Feng, while you were unconscious."

The burly man, around thirty years old, was very rugged with a full beard. He helped Luohan sit up and took out a small pair of small boots from his robes, laughing, "You were still clutching this when you were unconscious. Could it be your lover's?"

Luohan grabbed the small boots and put them in his robes, saying, "This is mine... This is mine... Master is dead, dead..."

Overwhelmed with grief, he never imagined that his invincible master would die so tragically. Where should he go now? Avenge his master? What a joke! With his skills, he couldn't even withstand a single move from Feng Wutian, let alone seek revenge.

"Young brother, a gentleman's revenge is never too late. Do you still have any family?"

the bearded man asked.

Luo Han shook his head and said, "No, brother, who are you?"

The big man laughed and said, "You fell from such a high place and didn't die. You're bound to have good fortune after surviving such a disaster. Follow me from now on. My surname is Li and my name is Li Zicheng..."

"Kill Wei Yan, don't let him get away..."

"Kill him... Kill him..."

With countless shouts of killing, a large number of martial arts masters surrounded the You family inn in Fucheng. After tracking Wei Yan and his group for more than ten days, the heroes finally chose to make their move here. Although Wei Yan had brought hundreds of assassins with him, they were still far inferior to hundreds of martial arts masters. Even if Wei Yan himself was highly skilled in martial arts, the Ming army around Fucheng had laid a net and prepared all kinds of firearms. Even if he was made of copper and iron, they would blow him to pieces.

"Kill! Protect the Ninth Prince!"

"Fight them to the death!"

The group of assassins were indeed Wei Zhongxian's cronies. Surrounded by many times their number of experts, they fought desperately. Although their martial arts skills were not very high, almost all of them had a move that could take the enemy down with them. Once they grabbed their opponent, they would bite off his throat. Even if they were stabbed several times, they would not let go. Their fingernails were replaced with steel armor coated with poison, and their teeth were replaced with dentures containing poison. Although the group had a large number of people, they still suffered forty or fifty casualties before they could kill all the assassins guarding the shop. For a time, severed limbs and corpses were scattered all around the shop, truly resembling a scene of carnage.

Panting, Fang Zilong shouted, "Everyone be careful! Don't let this eunuch escape... Set up the formation..."

Zihua, also holding a long sword, had his Taoist robe stained with blood. This time, the pursuit of the Nine Thousand Years Old Qi and his wife, along with the Shaolin monks, had not participated and remained in the capital. He and Zilong were in full charge. However, they had always been wary of the Nine Thousand Years Old's formidable martial arts. It wasn't until he and over a hundred elite soldiers stayed at this indefensible inn that they decided to launch a full-scale attack. But they hadn't expected that the Nine Thousand Years Old had already suffered considerable casualties before he even made a move. Although the Ming army on the periphery would intervene at crucial moments, who knew what kind of miraculous martial arts this demon would unleash?

"Brother Zilong, don't be too hasty. Let's see... Wei Yan... you can be considered a hero of your generation. Stop hiding your true colors... Come out and face your death! Your last batch of loyal elite soldiers are all dead... They did their utmost for you, and you really don't care?"

Zihua shouted loudly.

However, the inn remained completely silent, leaving everyone suddenly feeling trapped. Had Wei Zhongxian hidden some terrifying traps and mechanisms waiting for them to fall into, or was he simply playing a diversionary tactic? "

Damn it

... Wei Zhongxian, you spineless bastard... what are you pretending for... come out..."

The oppressive atmosphere became unbearable, and finally someone began to vent their anger with curses. His curses were followed by a torrent of insults, instantly making Wei Zhongxian's reputation soar. But no matter how loudly the curses were shouted outside, there was still no movement inside.

"Zilong, something's not right. Could we have been tricked? Has Wei Zhongxian actually escaped?"

Zihua said in a deep voice.

"Impossible. We saw them go in with our own eyes. Besides, the brothers scouted this inn beforehand. It's an ordinary inn with no secret passages. Moreover, we set up more than a dozen large vats around the area to listen for any sounds underground in case they tried to escape, but there was nothing unusual."

Zilong frowned.

"Is this eunuch really just waiting for us to go in?"

Zi Hua asked doubtfully.

"No matter what, we can't keep wasting time like this..."

Zi Long gritted his teeth, drew a ghost-headed knife from behind his back, and shouted, "Brothers, don't move yet, I'll go in and take a look first..."

With that, he sprang into the shop.

"Zi Long... don't be hasty..."

Zi Hua tried to grab him but failed. Although Zi Long's skills had improved greatly recently, it seemed that he shouldn't be unable to catch up with him.

In fact, Zi Long did have thoughts of dying. He had done something against his conscience and felt guilty day and night. Now, he might as well rush in first, no matter what arrangements the other party had made, he would be the first one to encounter them, and he could also alert the heroes behind him. If he died at the hands of Wei the eunuch, it would be his atonement.

Zi Hua also wanted to follow, but remembering what Zi Long had said before rushing in, he could only stop in his tracks. However, after waiting for a while, Zi Long did not come out.

"Zilong...are you alright...speak quickly..."

Zihua cried out in terror. The heroes behind her were also filled with trepidation, their minds filled with images of Zilong's head being thrown out, or his body being torn to pieces in an instant, blood and flesh splattering everywhere, or being turned into a block of ice and thrown to shatter, or being burned and falling like a lump of charred remains—all sorts of horrific and gruesome deaths.

Footsteps came from inside the shop. Everyone held their weapons, their eyes fixed on the door. A figure emerged, and Zihua almost shouted, "Everyone, attack together..."

But to her astonishment, she saw Zilong emerge from the shop, still holding the reverse-headed sword, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Zi...Zilong, I'm alright? You're alright..."

Zihua hurriedly asked.

"I'm fine...I'm fine..."

Zilong said blankly.

"Did Wei Yan escape? It doesn't matter...it's the same wherever he goes...we can keep chasing..."

Since Zilong was unharmed, Wei Yan must have already escaped. Otherwise, could it be that Zilong had killed him?

"No...no, he didn't escape...he...he's dead...he died in the shop..."

Zilong murmured.

"What...you...you killed Wei the Eunuch..."

Zihua's jaw almost dropped. He couldn't believe his ears. The invincible Nine Thousand Years Old had actually died under Zilong's blade?

"No...no...I didn't kill him, he committed suicide...he hanged himself from the beam in the shop..."

Zilong pointed inside the shop.

Zihua and the others ushered him inside. They saw the Nine Thousand Years Old, who had once commanded the world and been invincible, hanging from the beam like a lazy dog. His body was suspended in the air, his tongue was sticking out, and his face had turned purplish-black. He had obviously been dead for a long time. No wonder the heroes outside had been cursing for so long but he hadn't come out. What could a dead man do?

"Wei the Eunuch is dead...Wei the Eunuch committed suicide...good...he knew he couldn't escape death, so he simply committed suicide, saving us the trouble..."

a Jianghu man shouted excitedly.

"Well, this must be fate."

"This eunuch knows he's done too many evils, so he didn't have the

courage to resist..." "What a cowardly rat, he didn't even have the courage to

resist..." Although the heroes came with the intention of revenge and ridding the world of evil, they were still afraid of the Nine Thousand Years Old's unparalleled martial arts. Anyone could become a victim of his final counterattack. Now that they saw him hang himself, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Untie him..."

At Zi Hua's command, several martial artists leaped onto the roof beam and cut the rope. Fang Zilong caught the Nine Thousand Years Old's corpse falling from above. Touching it, even the muscles were stiff; he was definitely dead.

Zi Hua tore open the corpse's crotch, revealing nothing between the legs—it was indeed a eunuch. The Nine Thousand Years Old was really dead... He actually hanged himself before they thought there would be a bloody battle. Was this really how a peerless master should die? Regardless, the powerful eunuch was indeed dead…

Fang Zilong felt as if he were trapped in a fog, it was too strange. He had originally wanted to die to atone for his sins, but now he had won so easily. An ominous feeling welled up in his heart.

In the capital city, the parts of the palace damaged after last year's massive explosion had been repaired. The new emperor, Chongzhen, was reviewing memorials at his desk. The territory of the Ming Dynasty was truly vast, and countless things happened every day that required his review. There was the war with Liao, the disaster in Shaanxi and Gansu, and countless cases, big and small, reported by officials from all over the country. From a young age, he had aspired to revitalize the Ming Dynasty, but his father and brother had been incompetent rulers. Now he had completed the first step in his efforts to revitalize the Ming Dynasty: overthrowing the powerful eunuch and abolishing the secret police. This had brought his personal prestige to an unprecedented level. All the civil and military officials in the court praised him, and the people of the country also had high expectations for this new emperor who had made such a grand move upon ascending the throne.

He had set a timetable for himself: first quell the rebellion in Liaodong, then deal with the major disaster. This timetable was unchangeable. Five years to quell the Liaodong rebellion, no… preferably four years, three years would be even better. Although military pay would worsen the plight of the disaster victims, the sacrifices they were making today were for the bright future of all the people of the Ming Dynasty. Even if a small number of unruly people rebelled, with the Ming Dynasty's million-strong army within the Great Wall, they were unlikely to cause any major trouble. They could simply be wiped out. Once the Liaodong rebellion was quelled, the court would naturally have enough resources to solve the problem of feeding the disaster victims in the famine-stricken areas.

In this way, it would take at most three or four years to solve the problem of food and clothing in various places. Then, it would be time to vigorously crack down on corruption. The best approach would be to adopt the "skinning edict" of Emperor Hongwu, where officials who embezzled sixty taels of silver would be skinned alive, and their skin would be made into a drum to be placed in front of the court for the people to beat. This method had been abandoned for many years, but in chaotic times, severe punishments are necessary. Only by using this cruel punishment could the greed of corrupt officials in the Ming Dynasty be curbed. Executing hundreds or thousands of corrupt officials would naturally deter the others from being greedy. In this way, it would take at most seven or eight years. Then, he could devote himself to implementing his long-cherished plans, restarting the voyages to the Western Ocean that had been banned during the reign of Emperor Chengzu of Ming. He would build treasure ships and sail along the routes of Zheng He to let many barbarians in the world know the might of the Ming Dynasty. The Mongol Tartars in the north would be completely defeated and subjugated, and the territory of the Ming Dynasty would be expanded to an unprecedented extent, at least exceeding that of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty. In this way, it would take about ten more years. At this time, he would be in his prime, and his life would have reached its peak. How would future historians praise his civil and military achievements?

The young emperor grew increasingly excited as he thought about it. Although it was all just his imagination, he had a premonition that it would all become a reality in the future. His ascension to the throne was the will of Heaven, a great responsibility bestowed upon him by the heavens.

"Your Majesty... Fang Zilong, the leader of the Heavenly Alliance, has sent a letter back by carrier pigeon. The letter says that all of Wei Zhongxian's henchmen have been subdued, and Wei Zhongxian, knowing he could not escape, has hanged himself out of fear of punishment..."

Cao Huachun, with a fawning smile, showed Chongzhen the letter sent by Fang Zilong by carrier pigeon.

"Oh... this servant committed suicide without resistance? This is quite unexpected... I heard that his martial arts were said to be the best in the world."

Chongzhen said in surprise as he read.

"Your Majesty, this servant is just a servant. No matter how high his martial arts were, if Your Majesty wanted him dead, could he not die? Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. Wei Zhongxian was only able to be arrogant for a while because he deceived the late Emperor with sweet words. How could he dare to be an enemy of Your Majesty, the true Son of Heaven?"

Cao Huachun said.

"Hmm... what you say makes sense, at least he had some self-awareness... dying like this is too lenient for him... even being torn to pieces is too light for his crimes..."

Chongzhen said bitterly.

At this moment, several eunuchs entered to serve tea. Cao Huachun frowned and said, "His Majesty's tea has already been served, why are you bringing more? Quickly, step back."

The head eunuch looked up and smiled at Cao Huachun, "Eunuch Cao, you don't recognize me after only a few days?"

Cao Huachun looked closely and was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground. Standing before him was none other than the Ninth Prince, who should have hanged himself at the You family inn in Fucheng.

"You... you're a ghost... a ghost..."

Cao Huachun staggered back several steps, trembling uncontrollably. Chongzhen was also startled, but after a moment, he regained his composure and sneered, "Well... you dog slave, you really are unwilling to surrender and actually used a decoy to attract everyone's attention so you could seize the opportunity to enter the palace and assassinate me..."

"Hmph... You're not bad either. You weren't paralyzed with fear like this guy, and your voice didn't tremble. Not bad... For the past three months, I've been acting, putting on an act in front of you, the officials, and the people of the world, to make everyone believe that I've resigned myself to my fate, that I don't have the courage to confront you. Since I didn't dare to confront you even in my prime, I certainly wouldn't have the guts now that I'm at my wit's end... But you're all wrong. For the past three months, I've watched you destroy the foundation I've painstakingly built over many years, just to create the perfect opportunity for myself to retaliate. In these three months, I've found a perfect double to look exactly like you, so that I can take your place and control the situation behind the scenes..."

After saying this, the Ninth Prince raised his hand, and a eunuch behind him looked up. Cao Huachun and Chongzhen were both shocked. This person looked exactly like Chongzhen, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"What a bold servant! How dare he send this imposter to impersonate me! Do you think I'm someone you can just impersonate?"

Chongzhen laughed angrily...

"So all this time, I've been training him to mimic your posture, voice, tone, and even some of your habitual movements. You've only been in power for three months. Don't think that the officials and people in the palace really know everything about you. Even if they have any doubts, would they dare to speak up?"

the Ninth Prince said.

"Hmph... well, he can't hide it from my first wife..."

Chongzhen said angrily.

"You mean Empress Zhou? Yes, he can't hide it from her. But what if she suddenly falls seriously ill and dies young? The late emperor could die suddenly, why can't the empress? If she dies, who will understand you better than her? I advise Your Majesty to give up..."

The Ninth Prince laughed smugly.

"How dare you... You lowly servant, how dare you assassinate me... Guards! Protect me! There's an assassin..."

Chongzhen shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one came in for a long time.

"Your Majesty, stop shouting! No one will come to save you no matter how much you shout. I came here today because I was fully prepared. Actually, you were originally a deity worshipped by my Eastern Depot, just like your brother. I worship gods every day, how could I dare to disrespect this statue? But you just want to make things difficult for me, you insist on putting me to death. I have no choice... Although it is said that a subject must die when the emperor commands him, I, Old Wei, do not want to give my life to Your Majesty like this... You forced me to take this step... I can only replace this statue with another one..."

After saying this, the Ninth Prince took two steps forward.

"You...you dare to...you traitorous emperor? His Majesty is a great and capable ruler who will restore the dynasty. If you dare to kill him, all the heroes of the world will surely punish you..."

Cao Huachun shouted, trembling, his body shaking uncontrollably. Although his martial arts were not weak, how could he be a match for the Ninth Prince?

"Regicide? Who murdered the emperor? Me? I'm already dead in the You family inn in Fucheng. Soon the whole country will be celebrating. The emperor will still hold court tomorrow as usual, but all his ridiculous delusions should come to an end... Actually, I don't want my hands stained with the blood of the emperor. There should be a protective dagger under the emperor's desk, right? It should be something used by the late Emperor Zhengde. Although you can't use it to hurt me, you can at least use it to commit suicide. You are strong-willed, unlike your brother. You should have the courage to commit suicide, right? At least I can let you die with dignity..."

The Ninth Prince said in a deep voice.

"Don't even think about it. How could I submit to a shameless scoundrel like you..."

Chongzhen pulled out the dagger from under the desk and pointed it at the Ninth Prince, cursing.

"Shameless? Hmph... Is Your Majesty a man of shame? You killed Li Mu and then tried to frame me, isn't that shameless? Li Mu was loyal to you, yet he met such a fate just for speaking his mind. How can someone as narrow-minded and ruthless as you become the restorer of the Ming Dynasty? Don't make me laugh..." "

What? You... how did you find out?"

Chongzhen asked in astonishment.

"If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place. If I didn't kill him, then who wanted to kill him the most? Of course, it's you, who was in your way of restoring the Ming Dynasty... This is a simple truth, but many people are unwilling to think about it. You will soon be going to see Li Mu, so think about how to repent before him... If you don't want to commit suicide, then don't blame me for taking action." The

Ninth Prince drew the Yinbing Sword from behind his back, the transparent blue blade instantly making the hall even brighter. The fake Chongzhen took a few steps back with fear on his face, while the other eunuchs also removed their disguises, revealing themselves to be the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord Cui Yingyuan and Tian Ergeng, whose figures had returned to those of middle-aged men.

"Listen up, you lot... If you help me kill this traitor, I will reward you handsomely... Your past crimes will be forgiven."

Chongzhen shouted at the three men.

"You tyrant... When the time comes, it's all the same whether you stick your head out or not, so stop talking nonsense and give me your life..."

Tian Ergeng shouted, brandishing his broadsword. The Demon Lord and Cui Yingyuan beside him also wore mocking expressions.

"Your Majesty is indeed brilliant... but unfortunately, you are still one step behind..."

At this moment, a person emerged from behind the screen. The Ninth Prince couldn't help but gasp when he saw him. It was Zhang Ruoshui.

"It's you... You have quite the nerve, daring to appear before me. Aren't you afraid I'll take your life right now?"

The Ninth Prince pointed his Yinbing Sword at Zhang Ruoshui.

"Afraid... I, Zhang, am most afraid of death, but what does it matter if I die a thousand or ten thousand times to protect Your Majesty..."

Zhang Ruoshui said righteously.

"Good... Doctor Zhang... quickly protect me, I will reward you handsomely..."

Chongzhen was almost in despair, but the sudden appearance of the divine doctor Zhang Ruoshui was like a drowning man grabbing a straw. Even if the odds of winning were slim, he had a glimmer of hope.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Even if I die today, I will not let these traitors harm a single hair on Your Majesty's head..."

Zhang Ruoshui stood in front of Chongzhen and smiled at the Ninth Prince, "Does Your Highness no longer care about the safety of your son? If you want him to be safe, please put down your sword and surrender!"

"Hahaha..."

The Ninth Prince laughed loudly, "What kind of person do you take me for? I do hope to have a son to inherit my bloodline, but if I die, will he still be of any use? Even if you don't kill him, he will only become your slave in the future. Rather than let him live like this, it's better to let him die sooner rather than later... I really didn't expect you to come here to die, and even see through my plan... You would never be so stupid as to come here alone. Let your men come out..."

At this moment, the doors and windows opened and several people jumped in. It was the Qi couple, Juebei Jueku, several Shaolin monks, Lu Tianyou, and Duan Yunpeng.

"Oh... you think you can kill me with these few... have you lost your mind?"

The Ninth Prince looked at the newcomers with contempt.

“If all those martial arts practitioners were gathered here, you would have sensed something and wouldn’t have fallen into this trap. So I had no choice but to take a risk and let them hunt down your double, which is why you couldn’t resist attacking the Emperor…”

Zhang Ruoshui said calmly.

Yun Ao felt a surge of anger. For the sake of the people and the greater good, he had no choice but to cooperate with this two-faced beast for the time being. Moreover, after hearing the conversation between Chongzhen and the Ninth Prince, he was even more furious. He felt that both Chongzhen and the Ninth Prince were ruthless and cunning. Was it really worth saving Chongzhen? But the Ninth Prince was determined to use the fake Chongzhen to control the government, which would inevitably lead to the abolition of the new policies that had already been implemented. And how could he let go of those who had repeatedly opposed him in the past? Faced with two evils, he had no choice but to stand on Chongzhen’s side.

"It's a pity that your move was too risky and too overconfident... If Feng Wutian were here, he might be able to fight me... But them? And you... Although you are cunning and even I fell for your tricks, I can still tell that you are no match for me in terms of martial arts..."

The Nine Thousand Years Old Yinbing Sword pointed a finger and a burst of energy that had already shaken the entire scene. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhang Ruoshui, clearly intending to kill him in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ruoshui, however, calmly raised her head and shouted, "Why aren't you making a move..."

Suddenly, the Ninth Prince felt his arms and legs tighten as countless transparent silkworm threads bound them tightly. Simultaneously, with a loud "

boom," his back burned, and his internal organs churned. Fortunately, he activated the "Sun and Moon Mirror" in time to

protect his heart, but he had already suffered internal injuries. Turning around, he saw that the Demon Lord had used the "Heavenly Silkworm Demon Art"

to shoot out silkworm threads binding him, while Cui Yingyuan was trembling, holding a pistol that was emitting white smoke...

Tian Ergeng stood aside, stunned. He couldn't understand why the Demon Lord and Cui Yingyuan would harm the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince's clothes were charred, revealing a dark red wound. He roared, "You betrayed me..."

At the same time, a steel ball, dripping with blood, shot out from the wound in his back, heading straight for Cui Yingyuan. Cui Yingyuan was terrified and quickly dodged, but the steel ball still pierced his shoulder. With a scream, the pistol fell to the ground.

"Traitor..."

Tian Ergeng finally came to his senses and swung his sword straight at the Demon Lord to help the Ninth Prince escape, but Yun Ao and Xin Yi blocked him with their swords. Although Tian Ergeng was strong and his sword was heavy, he was already at a disadvantage after a dozen moves against two opponents.

"Kill him...kill him quickly..."

Chongzhen shouted excitedly, brandishing a dagger. Zhang Ruoshui, however, turned to Cao Huachun, who was stunned, and said, "Eunuch Cao...please quickly escort the Emperor away..."

"Oh...oh...then, Divine Physician, please take care..."

Cao Huachun stepped forward and helped Chongzhen up, saying, "Your Majesty, this old servant will take you away from here. Swords have no eyes; do not harm your imperial body..."

"Divine Physician Zhang...I will reward you handsomely...all those who save the Emperor will be rewarded handsomely. This traitor must be killed..."

Even as Cao Huachun carried him away, Chongzhen still turned back and shouted.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince's face was half blue and half red. He

channeled the inner power of the "Sun and Moon Mirror" throughout his body to heal the injuries from the sudden attack while struggling with all his might. However, the Heavenly Silkworm Silk was difficult to harm with swords and blades, and the Demon Lord had infused it with powerful inner power. Even if the Ninth Prince wanted to break it, it would not be easy.

"Why? I can understand the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord betraying me...but why did you betray me..."

The Ninth Prince glared angrily at Cui Yingyuan.

"Godfather... Yingyuan only made a mistake for a moment... Please, Godfather, spare my life..."

Cui Yingyuan clutched his wound and howled like a scoundrel, shrinking into a corner and shouting to Zhang Ruoshui, "Brother, I've done as you said... This old ghost has been hit by the poison you put in his body, and his power is hard to gather. Kill him quickly..."

"Hmm... He is injured, but you have indeed made a great contribution. The situation is beyond our control. Your Majesty is now at the end of your rope, and everyone wants to take advantage of you, let alone him. Do you really think he will be as loyal to you as Tian Ergeng? He would have sold you out long ago for his life and future... But what use is such a person to me? As you said, he is a scoundrel, and I can't be sure if the poison really works on Your Majesty... If Your Majesty can kill him, then go ahead and do it..."

Zhang Ruoshui smiled with his hands behind his back. The Nine Thousand Years Old's divine power made him immune to all poisons, but not to all medicines. This poison was a specially prepared medicine to neutralize his power, not a poison.

"You...you bastard, you actually betrayed us...you...you're all heartless devils..."

Cui Yingyuan struggled to stand up and escape, but the steel bullet that the Nine Thousand Years Old had forced back had pierced his body. The drug in the bullet had spread throughout his body, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Hmph...I, Wei Zhongxian, would never die at the hands of a stupid, shameless dog like you..."

The Nine Thousand Years Old exhaled a burst of true energy, striking Cui Yingyuan squarely in the chest.

"Ah..."

Cui Yingyuan only managed a half-scream before his tall body was torn to pieces, blood splattering everywhere, a gruesome death.

"Well...the Nine Thousand Years Old is indeed formidable. Even after being poisoned by the Dissolving Power Powder, he still possesses such profound internal strength. However, the method of using such a foolish fellow as a confidant to manage subordinates is truly not very clever..."

Zhang Ruoshui stroked his beard and mocked.

Zhang Ruoshui, with his deep cunning, not only intended to physically attack the Ninth Prince but also psychologically. In a battle between masters, even the slightest mishap can be fatal. Sure enough, the Ninth Prince's expression darkened, and the fake Chongzhen, seeing the situation was dire, turned to escape but was struck in the back by Tianyou's palm, screaming as his body flew out of the hall. Seeing that he was dead, the Ninth Prince's plan to steal the sky and replace the sun could no longer be carried out. He was furious and used all his strength to fight against the power-dissolving powder in his body. The Demon Lord also felt the powerful internal force coming from the Heavenly Silkworm Silk on his finger, which made his heart pound wildly. He also said anxiously, "Kill him quickly... otherwise it will be troublesome if he escapes..."

He originally wanted to wrap the Heavenly Silkworm Silk around the Ninth Prince a few more times, but at this moment, the opponent's internal force was pressing down on him, making him unable to move. He was afraid that if he was distracted, the opponent would escape.

Jue Bei, Jue Ku, and Tian You all knew the power of the Nine Thousand Years Old's divine skill, so they all unleashed their full power, striking with six palms simultaneously. The Nine Thousand Years Old, poisoned and restrained by the Heavenly Silkworm Silk, was unable to defend himself and could only rely on his protective energy to withstand the blows…

“Crack! Crack! Crack…”

With a series of explosions, the Shaolin Mighty Vajra Palm, the Great Vajra Fist, and the Blood-Dissolving Remnant Soul Palm—three powerful palm techniques—simultaneously struck the Nine Thousand Years Old's face, back, and abdomen.

“Ha…” The

Nine Thousand Years Old roared, his red and blue protective energy surging, forcefully repelling the three palm strikes. However, the three were so shaken that their arms went numb, and they retreated several feet, almost collapsing to the ground.

“Quick… the Dissolving Power Powder is effective… kill him before he forces out the medicinal power…”

Zhang Ruoshui shouted.

The Demon Lord also sensed that the Nine Thousand Years Old's protective energy was weakening after being struck by the three. How could he let this excellent opportunity pass? Powerful “Heavenly Silkworm Force”

continuously penetrated the Heavenly Silkworm Silk, which began to drill into the Nine Thousand Years Old's meridians, attempting to sever his internal energy.

"Godfather..."

Tian Ergeng was shocked and slashed with his broadsword, but he was already struggling to defend himself against two opponents, let alone save the Ninth Prince.

"Crack..."

A large hole appeared in the palace wall, and two white lights struck the Ninth Prince's wound on the back like lightning.

"Ah..."

Even the Ninth Prince, strong as he was, couldn't help but scream in pain. It was the Tianshan Patriarch and Zihua who attacked from behind. He knew that the Ninth Prince's protective qi was extremely strong, but the place on his back where he had been shot by Cui Yingyuan's musket was a weak point. The two swords struck the wound at the same time, and blood splattered everywhere. The Ninth Prince quickly circulated his internal energy, and the powerful internal force actually stopped the swords from advancing any further, but blood also flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Quickly... attack again... don't give him a chance to breathe..."

Zhang Ruoshui continued to give orders from the side but did not make a move himself. It seemed that he would never easily reveal his strength to others unless absolutely necessary.

After Jue Bei, Jue Ku, and Tian You finished their breathing exercises, they unleashed their full power once more, attacking the Ninth Prince's vital points. Meanwhile, the Demon Lord stretched his Heavenly Silkworm Silk taut, continuously channeling his inner energy into him. The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor and Zi Hua also channeled their highest inner power, their longswords almost bent into bows, but they could clearly feel the sword tips slowly piercing the Ninth Prince's heart. Once the sword pierced his heart, no matter how high his martial arts skills, the Ninth Prince would be doomed.

Yun Ao was stunned to see Zi Hua. Wasn't Zi Hua supposed to be with Fang Zilong to hunt down the fake Ninth Prince? How could she be here? He was unaware that Zhang Ruoshui had prepared a human skin mask resembling Zi Hua's face for his junior brother, Zi Ning, to wear and impersonate Zi Hua. He himself remained in the capital, a fact not even revealed to Fang Zilong.

At this moment, sweat dripped continuously from the Ninth Prince's forehead. His power was already weakened by this sneak attack, and he truly felt his stamina waning. If he couldn't break this stalemate and use his Sun and Moon Purple Qi to fight back, he would truly die at the hands of these guys.

"Father... your son is here to save you!"

Seeing the dire situation facing the Ninth Prince, Tian Ergeng risked his life, enduring a sword strike from Yun Ao and Xin Yi. Blood gushed from his chest and right shoulder, but he still charged forward without regard for his own life. Yun Ao, seeing his loyalty, hesitated slightly and slowed down.

"Take this..."

Tian Ergeng swung his sword fiercely at the Heavenly Mountain Ancestor and Zi Hua. He also realized that these two posed the greatest threat to the Ninth Prince. With their attention focused, Tian Ergeng's sudden attack meant they would likely die if they didn't dodge. Helpless, they had no choice but to withdraw their swords and retreat ten feet. After forcing the two back, Tian Ergeng swung his sword fiercely at the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord was unable to move and had no way to dodge.

Jue Bei, seeing the danger, struck Tian Ergeng squarely in the back with his palm.

With a "crack," the Demon Lord's spine was broken. Despite his serious injury, Tian Ergeng gritted his teeth and swung his sword at the Demon Lord.

"Damn it..."

The Demon Lord had no choice but to dodge. His internal energy was momentarily depleted in the flash, and the Nine Thousand Years Old finally caught his breath. Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and blood gushed from the wound on his back. This was because the medicinal power of the Dissolving Powder within his body had been concentrated in one place and was being expelled. At the same time, the red and blue energy rapidly turned purple...

"Quickly, dodge..."

Xinyi grabbed Yun Ao and leaped out of the hall. Yun Ao didn't want to desert, but somehow he couldn't disobey his wife's words. Tianyou also knew something was wrong. Seeing the purple energy surging, he quickly dodged behind Jueku and pushed him hard. Jueku couldn't stop his momentum and had to use all his strength to block the purple energy surging towards him. Juebei couldn't escape alone to help his senior brother. Tianyou seized the opportunity and fled towards Zhang Ruoshui.

Zhang Ruoshui sighed and grabbed Tianyou's hand, saying, "This is a dangerous place, let's go..."

The two of them fled in perfect unison. The Demon Lord felt a sudden lightness on his body.

The Heavenly Silkworm Silk, which was impervious to swords and blades, broke into pieces in an instant. He knew something was wrong and quickly gathered the Heavenly Silkworm Silk to protect his body. The two old ancestors, Zihua and the others, held their swords and blocked the purple energy.

The Nine Thousand Year Old Man broke the Heavenly Silkworm Silk and forced out the medicinal power. He didn't rush to chase after the others but picked up Tian Ergeng. He saw that his adopted son's spine was broken and he was not far away.

Blood gushed from Tian Ergeng's mouth as he forced a smile, "Father...you...it's good that you're alright...I...I'll go first...You must kill...kill them all..."

With that, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last,

his eyes still open. The Ninth Prince closed his eyes, saying sadly, "Ergeng, I will always remember your loyalty to me. When I was at my wit's end, everyone betrayed me, but you alone died for me. Rest assured...today, there will be no one alive in the capital..."

Hearing his words, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. At this moment, the Ninth Prince had lost all chance of turning the tide; for him, it was a fight to the death.

At this moment, Juebei and Jueku were unable to withstand the surging purple energy and were pressed against the wall. Jiuqiansui plunged the Yinbing Sword into the ground, then casually grabbed the two men in his hand. With a shake, he severed all the meridians in their bodies. He clearly did not want to kill them in a hurry, and casually threw them into the garden outside the hall. Juebei and Jueku were considered first-rate masters, but in front of him, they were like chickens facing an eagle. The two men groaned and screamed in the garden flowers, but who cared about them at this time?

"Weren't you very brave just now? Why aren't you attacking now?"

Jiuqiansui picked up the Yinbing Sword again, and the killing intent on his body had reached an unprecedented level. Even the Demon Lord Zihua Ancestor, who was a world-renowned top master, trembled in fear when facing him.

"You castrated dog... take this..."

Zi Hua immediately unleashed the "Holy Extreme Wheel,"

combined with the "Tai Chi Sword Technique."

Countless halos of light swept towards the Nine Thousand Years Old, while the Ancestor swung his sword, unleashing countless sword flowers—the ultimate move of the Tianshan Sword Technique, "Frozen Ten Thousand Miles."

The sword energy was so powerful that it shattered the blue bricks on the ground, swiftly piercing the Nine Thousand Years Old's vital points.

The Demon Lord, on the other hand, raised the "Heavenly Silkworm Demon Art"

and "Ten Thousand Poisons Art"

to their peak. Although he knew that the Nine Thousand Years Old's "Sun and Moon Purple Qi"

had reached the level of being immune to all poisons, he still had to bite the bullet and charge forward. Countless Heavenly Silkworm threads shot out like sharp arrows, mixed with multicolored poisonous mist, directly towards the Nine Thousand Years Old.

Facing the combined might of the three masters, the Ninth Prince showed no fear. Purple energy instantly filled the hall. The Demon Lord met the Ninth Prince's punch head-on, then his body shot out of the hall like a cannonball, crashing through over a dozen walls before finally stopping and landing amidst rubble. His fate was unknown, and it was unclear how many bones he had broken. The Heavenly Silkworm Silk in his hands and on his body had been shattered. The powerful poison hadn't even reached within three feet of the Ninth Prince before being completely neutralized by the purple energy. Such severe injuries would have killed an ordinary person on the spot, but the heavily wounded Demon Lord spewed out countless Heavenly Silkworm Silks from his mouth and nose, more and more, enveloping his entire body and quickly forming a giant white cocoon.

The Old Ancestor of Tianshan was also in a bad situation. The countless sword energies he unleashed were like mud oxen entering the sea, unable to harm the Nine Thousand Years Old in the slightest. He was also a shrewd man who knew that he was no match for him. Before the purple energy could counterattack, he abandoned his sword and frantically crashed into the palace wall, creating a large hole. However, he was still injured by the residual force of the purple energy and rolled dozens of times on the ground before falling into the pond in the garden. He felt as if he had lost all feeling in his hands, and his whole body was stiff. He could only take a deep breath and soak in the water, trying to expel the purple energy from his hands, hoping that the other party would believe that he was dead.

Zi Hua attacked most fiercely and without reservation, and Jiu Qian Sui's counterattack was also the fiercest. Yin Bing Sword had no moves, just a simple sword strike, and all the countless light circles in the air were shattered. "Holy Extreme Wheel" and

"

Tai Chi Sword"

were broken by Jiu Qian Sui in one move. Zi Hua's body was split in two from head to toe. Purple Qi penetrated his body and quickly disintegrated his muscles, bones and flesh. The Wudang Sect leader and a famous martial arts master had completely evaporated from the world...

"Rumble..."

The entire hall collapsed under the burst of purple Qi. Jiu Qian Sui held his sword and floated in the air, laughing wildly: "Zhu Youjian, don't let your dogs come to die... When I get serious, they can't even withstand one move from me... It's too boring... Today I will leave no one alive in this imperial city and eventually kill you..."

Just then, a white light flashed from the sky, and a person on a sword grabbed two people and rushed to within ten feet of Jiu Qian Sui. It was Feng Wutian, Liu Aoshuang and Li Pan'er.

"Oh...it's you..."

The Ninth Prince's eyes narrowed instantly. Good...this was the true opponent he had been waiting for...it seemed the Sword God had reached the realm of sword control; this would be their final battle, wouldn't it?

"Wei Yan...let's settle our grudges today..."

Feng Wutian stood on her sword, her aura imposing. Ao Shuang activated

her "Riding the Wind Technique," grabbing Pan'er and suspending herself on the rooftop of the imperial city, clearly having no intention of attacking.

"Oh...your wife's power has also greatly increased. Why don't you come forward together? Are you so confident you can kill me single-handedly?"

the Ninth Prince asked intently.

Before Feng Wutian could speak, Ao Shuang looked up and laughed, "That's right, I believe my husband has the ability to kill you. Half a day ago, my husband killed that lecherous monk Juechen in Emei. Now it's your turn. I just need to watch how you die..."

"Oh... Juechen is dead? Actually, he was quite a worthy opponent. You were able to kill him, so you certainly have the strength to fight me one-on-one. You've improved a lot in the past year. Now I have nothing left, so it's perfect to settle things with you here. It's just that your wife has been watching me like a hawk all along. To put it bluntly, she still wants to take advantage of the situation when you're no match for her to attack me from both sides..."

Jiu Qian Sui sneered.

Feng Wutian frowned and said, "Don't worry, you would never take advantage of someone in distress. Shuang'er... take Pan'er to the Li residence to stay temporarily and wait for my return. Tonight, I will definitely bring Wei Yan's head to see you..."

"Wutian... this..."

Aoshuang hesitated, in fact, she still couldn't be sure that her husband could definitely defeat Jiu Qiansui. Although his victory in Emei was brilliant, the opponent was, after all, a peerless master who had defeated the Sword God. She couldn't help but hesitate.

"Oh... it seems that Madam Feng doesn't have enough confidence in you..."

Jiu Qiansui said sarcastically.

"Aoshuang... if you want to acknowledge me, quickly take Pan'er away from here... I want to have a truly fair duel with him, and I will not allow anyone else to interfere..."

Feng Wutian shouted loudly.

"Okay... Wutian, you must be careful..."

Aoshuang sighed inwardly that her husband was always proud and could not withstand the opponent's provocation, but she respected her husband's decision and used "Riding the Wind Technique."

Grabbing Pan'er, she flew into the air.

"Father, you will definitely win..."

Pan'er turned around to cheer her father on. Feng Wutian couldn't help but smile. After he killed Wei Yan, he could find Ao Xue and explain things clearly so that his family could be reunited and return to Snow Valley. But why did he have a vague sense of unease this time?

"Feng Wutian... the irrelevant people have all left, let's make our move..."

The Ninth Prince had actually been secretly adjusting his breathing. He was actually injured both internally and externally from the sneak attack, especially the deep wound on his back. He had been constantly absorbing the power of the moonlight to heal, and the two-inch wound on his back was gradually stopping bleeding and closing up. His internal injuries were also under control, no longer affecting his ability to fight.

The two no longer needed to say anything. The fiery energy around Feng Wutian began to change, eventually turning pure white, while the Ninth Prince was surrounded by blue, red, and purple colors. His hands struck almost simultaneously...

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..." Thunderous

roars seemed to echo across the capital city. The two greatest masters of the era were engaging in their final battle, pouring out their life's strength.

After hundreds of moves, the Ninth Prince gradually felt that his opponent's speed was slightly superior. After all, his opponent was skilled in swordsmanship, and his own movement was clearly at a disadvantage in the air.

Seven Kills, imbued with white flames, relentlessly attacked him from different angles. Although he blocked all the attacks with the ice shield formed by the Yinbing Sword, only 30% of the attacks were effective, while the defense accounted for 70%. Feng Wutian's momentum was clearly superior.

"Boundless Sun and Moon."

The Nine Thousand Years Old unleashed a move he had never used before. Instantly, countless three-colored air currents appeared in the air, interfering with the sword's thrusts. One or two would be fine, but with countless air currents entwining it, the sword began to slow down.

Feng Wutian felt the weight on Seven Kills increasing and knew things were going badly. He suddenly unleashed the first of his three ultimate techniques, "Sword Emptys All."

Seven Kills shone brightly, transforming into a white phoenix and shaking off the three-colored air currents that bound it. The Nine Thousand Years Old withdrew his inner strength, and countless air currents converged into a huge three-colored air current that compressed and swelled in front of him. The

white phoenix flapped its wings and charged straight at the Nine Thousand Years Old. When it reached ten feet away, it had transformed into countless sword energies, followed by a huge sword beam. At this moment, Feng Wutian had become one with the sword.

The Nine Thousand Years Old wielded the Ice Sword, its blade flashing and dancing. A three-colored aura met countless sword energies head-on, the seemingly invincible sword energies being continuously swallowed by the strange aura. A slight smile played on the Nine Thousand Years Old's lips. Finally, the massive sword beam disappeared into the aura. Moments later, the sword beam suddenly pierced through the aura and shot straight towards the Nine Thousand Years Old…

But the Nine Thousand Years Old remained calm. The three-colored aura suddenly recoiled, transforming back into a solid shield to block the sword beam. With

a deafening boom, both were thrown back dozens of feet. The Nine Thousand Years Old coughed up blood, and Feng Wutian was also badly injured, blood streaming from her eyes and ears, clearly suffering internal injuries.

“So you also have internal injuries that haven’t healed. You were injured fighting Juechen, weren’t you? Traveling from Sichuan to the capital in half a day by sword must have severely damaged your true energy…”

the Nine Thousand Years Old said.

“Don’t worry, this injury doesn’t affect me at all. Is Xue Mei in your hands?”

Feng Wutian shouted sharply.

"Not bad... She's been in my hands for over a year, and she even gave birth to a son for me..."

the Ninth Prince said with a smile.

"Bullshit... How could a eunuch like you give birth to a son?"

Feng Wutian retorted angrily.

"Hehe, do you want to hear it?"

The Ninth Prince knew that if a master's mind was not at peace during a fight, it would easily lead to a flaw. He intentionally provoked Feng Wutian's anger and revealed that he had used the male essence in a fake penis to make Ao Xue give birth to a son over the past year. Before he could finish speaking, Feng Wutian was already so angry that her hair almost stood on end, her eyes were red, and her teeth were chattering. "You eunuch... How dare you treat him like this... I'll make you die a horrible death... Tell me... Where is she now?"

Qi Sha once again shone brightly with white light, transforming into a white dragon that rushed straight at the Ninth Prince, which was "Fire Dragon Spitting Pearls."

This time, the Ninth Prince did not fight head-on but used

the highest movement technique of "Sun and Moon Mirror" to escape north at high speed. Although he did not know the art of sword control, he could now leap through the clouds and fly between the nine heavens. He was so fast that even Feng Wutian could not catch up with him for a while.

"Haha... Feng Wutian, you're just jealous of me, aren't you? Actually, you've wanted to sleep with her for a long time. Now that she's given me a son, you regret not sleeping with her sooner, right? You don't dare admit it because you always want to maintain the image of a good husband..."

The Ninth Prince continued to provoke Feng Wutian with words as he fled. The angrier the other party became, the more opportunities he had to find a weakness.

"You castrated dog... don't try to escape..."

Feng Wutian was enraged. The white dragon formed from the Seven Kills technique kept closing the distance to the Ninth Prince, attacking him several times, but the Ninth Prince always skillfully dodged the attacks and immediately changed direction to escape again.

The two chased and fled, covering more than two hundred miles from the capital in a short time. The Ninth Prince, seeing the white dragon's biting force gradually weaken, was secretly pleased. This brat had finally succumbed to the burning jealousy; this attack had weakened, it was time for him to counterattack…

Suddenly, a huge white cocoon popped out from the ruins of the imperial city. After a brief rotation, the cocoon split open, and the Demon Lord leaped out. His severe injuries had completely healed, leaving not even a scar. The Ancestor also leaped out of the pool. He had exerted all his strength to expel the purple energy from his body. Looking at the unharmed Demon Lord, he couldn't help but feel envious.

The wonder of this "Heavenly Silkworm Demon Art" lay in its ability to cause a severely injured body to spin a cocoon, entering a state of suspended animation. Within the cocoon, a miraculous power would regenerate the fractured bones and tendons, with each regeneration resulting in an improvement in power.

"You two have worked hard…"

Zhang Ruoshui appeared before the two with Tianyou.

"Dr. Zhang, I am truly ashamed... I am no match for him..."

The old ancestor shook his head and sighed with shame. He had always been arrogant, but now he realized that his martial arts were far inferior to those of the nine thousand-year-old Feng Wutian.

The Demon Lord then said, "Dr. Zhang, who do you think will win between that eunuch and the Sword God?"

"Hmm... Wei the eunuch will surely die today. Feng Wutian wants to have a fair duel with him, but another person will definitely try to eliminate Wei the eunuch. Their skills are evenly matched, and if she intervenes, Wei the eunuch will surely die..."

Zhang Ruoshui stroked his beard and said.

"Master, could that person be Liu Aoshuang?"

Tianyou asked.

"Wrong...it's Liu Aoxue. She's actually been secretly monitoring Wei Yan's every move, but she's become more cunning than before, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and completely eliminate this enemy..."

"I see..."

Tianyou nodded and said, "Then what should we do now? If Wei Yan dies, then the strongest martial artists in

the world will be Feng Wutian, Liu Aoxue, and Liu Aoshuang, right?" "Hmph...it's true that the strongest martial artist in the world is powerful, but the most important thing in this world is still intelligence. Only those who can be used by me are useful; if they can't be used, then destroy them. Come with me to the Li residence. Pan'er should have already started acting according to the plan in my letter."

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Ruoshui's eyes.

The Li residence was empty at this time. Almost all the family guards had gone with Zilong and the others to hunt down the Ninth Prince. Aoshuang and Pan'er didn't want to disturb anyone, so they entered the residence and randomly found a room to go in.

Aoshuang sat on the edge of the bed, her jade-like fingers tapping incessantly on the bedsheets. She was still deeply worried, wondering how her husband's fight with the eunuch was going. Her husband's swordsmanship was unparalleled, but the eunuch was also incredibly powerful. She regretted not following him secretly, but that would undoubtedly hurt his pride. Sigh…it truly put her in a difficult position.

"Mother…have some tea…I just brewed it…"

Pan'er brought in a pot of tea and poured Aoshuang a cup, handing it to her.

"Thank you for your trouble. Where did you get this tea?"

Aoshuang took a sip, finding it fragrant and refreshing.

"It's brewed with water from the Li family's water inlet and some of their kitchen leaves. Anyway, we helped them kill the eunuch, so taking some of their tea leaves to make tea isn't a big deal..."

Pan'er laughed from the side.

"Sigh... I wonder how your godfather is doing..."

Aoshuang sighed as he drank the tea in his cup in one gulp.

"Don't worry, Mother. Father's martial arts are unparalleled. Evil can't prevail over good. That eunuch is doomed..."

Pan'er said, then walked to Aoshuang's side and massaged his shoulders.

Aoshuang felt his whole body begin to heat up, and his vision began to blur. Strange? What's wrong with him?

"Ah... so hot... Pan'er... I... so hot..."

Aoshuang couldn't help but unbutton his shirt, revealing the golden Hundred Battles Immortal Robe underneath.

"Mother... are you hot? It's okay, I'll help you take it off..."

Pan'er smiled and helped Aoshuang unbutton his white long skirt, revealing open-front tight-fitting trousers and knee-high boots.

"Ah...it's still hot...what's going on...what kind of tea is this..."

Aoshuang felt water seeping from her lower body, a burning desire spreading from her lower abdomen to her entire body. The large amount of aphrodisiac she had been given in the past seemed to have been rekindled. She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands and rubbed her legs and feet together to relieve the lust within her.

"Mother...daughter will help you..."

Pan'er smiled more and more happily, her small hands pinching the silken knot at the back of Aoshuang's calf and twisting it until it loosened. Over the past year, she had long since learned how Aoshuang tied knots on her clothes, so untying them was a piece of cake.

"No...no...don't take it off..."

Ao Shuang gasped, shaking her head, but her body was limp and powerless. Her supple body, wrapped in the precious garment, convulsed weakly, her face flushed crimson. Pan'er ignored Ao Shuang, squatted down, and lifted her calves. Grabbing the heel of the boot with one hand and inserting the other into the boot shaft, she pulled upwards with force. After a few pulls, the boot began to loosen, and slowly the golden boot was pulled off Ao Xue's calves, revealing her snow-white, jade-like feet. The boots were loosened from her feet, and her feet were covered in sweat. A captivating fragrance filled the air. Her five delicate toes wiggled together. Pan'er lifted Ao Xue's feet and saw a faint red mark on the sole of her foot, a scar left from when Liao En pierced her foot with a steel awl. She gently scratched the sole of Ao Shuang's foot with her little finger.

"Ah...ah...it's so itchy...Pan'er...no...no..."

Ao Shuang laughed as tears streamed down her face.

Pan'er stroked Aoshuang's soft, sweaty soles to make sure she wasn't using her powers on her feet. Without her protective boots, her feet looked no different from any other woman's. Pan'er placed her hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it halfway out, then hesitated and put it back in. She then slowly began to untie Aoshuang's belt...

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