[Wuxia] Sword's Hatred and Passion (Complete) - 13

Chapter 39 of Sword and Love: Assassination of the Eunuch (1)

On the third day of the fourth month of the sixth year of the Tianqi reign, an assassination operation was officially launched, gathering the elites of the righteous martial arts world to assassinate Wei Zhongxian, the powerful eunuch. This battle was still talked about by the martial arts world decades later, because many rare masters in the martial arts world came to the capital with different purposes. This assassination operation was just the beginning of their competition.

More than two hundred righteous masters had gathered outside the high walls of the Eastern Depot. Li Mu was unable to participate due to his special status, so he stayed at the Marquis's Mansion with Ruolan, whose martial arts skills were weak and whose internal strength had not recovered, as well as Wu Sangui and Shi Kefa, who were members of the court. Zheng Yuan, Li Mu's confidant, led the group to launch a night attack on the Eastern Depot.

Zheng Yuan had followed Li Mu in military campaigns for many years and was proficient in military strategy and martial arts. His leadership of the group to assassinate the eunuch was no less than Li Mu's personal command. The plan was to split into two groups: one to raid the ten commanders of the Eastern Depot and draw the attention of the Eastern Depot and

the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the other to launch a surprise attack on the residence of the Ninth Prince, Wu Qiu, to kill him quickly and then retreat. By midnight, everyone had gathered at the outer wall of the Eastern Depot. Zheng Yuan knew that the Eastern Depot was heavily guarded, and the fact that Zhang Feiyan had led the Beggars' Sect to break into the Eastern Depot to rescue people had made the enemy even more vigilant. Now, to break into the Eastern Depot again to assassinate the supposedly unfathomably powerful eunuch Wei Zhongxian was even more difficult.

"Flying Rat."

Qin Kang's lightness skill was extremely high, so the task of scouting the terrain was given to him. Although Ao Xue's lightness skill was better than his, considering that she was the main force in dealing with Wei Zhongxian and that they also needed to rely on her to influence the Sword God to join their side, they did not let her take on this task.

Qin Kang took a deep breath and lightly stepped on the outer wall, sticking to it like a wall tiger, and quickly walked up. The outer wall, which was more than 30 feet high, was practically flat ground for him. He flipped onto the top of the wall and leaped into the inner wall. Ao Xue watched in admiration. Although Qin Kang's lightness skill wasn't as elegant and agile as hers, as if he were walking on thin air, his ability to step on walls as if on flat ground was unique and more suitable for nighttime infiltration. She had heard that the lightness skill of the Japanese ninjas was similarly as graceful as a bow.

The wounds on her feet from Pang Zheng's blows had healed. After taking the pills Xiao Dan gave her, she calmed her mind and regulated her internal energy, and her strength had now fully recovered. She was free from lust and had not committed any more shameful acts of promiscuity. However, she still couldn't help but secretly glance at Pang Zheng and the group of lecherous men who had violated her. The others would quickly look away when their eyes met, obviously feeling guilty. Only Pang Zheng looked at her with a sly smile and then looked down at her feet, sticking out his tongue.

Aoxue was furious and wanted to kill the shameless lecher with a single blow, but the thought of her brother-in-law still being in their hands made her feel discouraged. She thought to herself: I wonder if they will keep their promise and release my brother-in-law after the assassination of Wei Yan is successful, and I wonder how my brother-in-law is now. I wonder if my sister Xiaodan can help me. She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Xiaodan standing next to Yun Ao. She saw Xiaodan smiling slightly at her, and Aoxue felt a warmth in her heart. This sworn sister was always resourceful, and she was sure that she would have a way to help her rescue her brother-in-law.

Xiaodan, however, was unaware that Tianyou behind her was completely focused on her. Looking at her petite and slender figure wrapped in black clothes, Tianyou felt a surge of desire as he thought of their passionate encounter in Tianxiang Flower City. He thought to himself: No matter how dangerous it is, I will risk my life to protect Xiaodan.

The moment Tianyou glanced at Yun Ao beside Xiaodan, he was instantly enraged. This hypocritical, lecherous scoundrel had deceived such a good woman as Xiaodan, making her devoted to him. He truly hoped that heaven would have eyes and let him die in the Eastern Depot, so that he and Xiaodan could be together. Tianyou's jealousy burned ever brighter; Yun Ao had become a sworn enemy in his eyes, and he cursed him to a terrible death.

He had already killed Yun Ao countless times in his heart, but since he had never done anything truly evil in his life, a sliver of conscience remained within him, and he was also afraid that Xiaodan would find out, so he hesitated and could only hope that Yun Ao would die in this battle.

At this moment, Yun Ao was calming his mind and focusing his energy. He had begun to practice the "Dragon Tiger Roar Qi Gong" taught to him by Zhan Wanhao.

This internal energy was extremely powerful, although it was still quite inferior to the "Formless Divine Skill,"

but since both followed a powerful path, they were easy to integrate, allowing his internal energy to improve further. The sword techniques and incantations of

"Heavenly Dragon Divine Sword Technique"

and "Dragon Tiger Roar Qi Gong"

were taught to Zhan Changfeng. Changfeng seemed overjoyed. Yun Ao, who had grown up with him, was heartbroken to see him crippled and the Zhan family line broken. He could only do his best to take care of him and secretly resolved to ensure his safety this time and never let him suffer the humiliation of the eunuch again. Changfeng stood behind Wan Hao, looking somewhat lost in thought. Wan Hao patted him on the shoulder, seemingly to comfort him.

Behind Wan Hao, Qi Xiong Biao was excited. Last time, he was captured by the Eastern Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard and fed a mad dog pill, which made him and Li Pan'er's sexual encounter a disgrace in front of everyone. This was the greatest humiliation of his life. After regaining his senses, he had been thinking about storming the Eastern Depot and beheading Cao Jie, Wang Du, Dong San Niang, and all the other villains to vent his hatred. Today, he would soon be able to fulfill his wish.

Li Mi stood expressionless before the group of experts from the Longwei Escort Agency. The fact that he had taken the "mad dog pill" and fought naked had rendered this once dashing and handsome young man taciturn. He found it unbearable that everyone outwardly respected him while secretly mocking him. During that time, the beautiful and charming Pan'er had repeatedly slept with him, and they had suffered endless humiliation at the hands of Jiang Chengfeng and his men, forced to eat excrement and drink urine—worse than dogs.

He had secretly vowed to marry no one but Pan'er and protect her from any harm. Now, Pan'er's disappearance filled him with constant worry and deep guilt. He vowed that once the matter of the castration was resolved, he would search the ends of the earth to find her. Seeing Aoxue, whom he had once admired, instead filled him with nameless hatred and anger. He felt that this woman was as beautiful as a peach blossom but as venomous as a snake. He regarded her as a friend and Pan'er even called her her sister, but in the end, she caused Pan'er to be captured by Wang Du. He himself was also injured by her, which is why he was no match for Wang Du and was captured by Jiang Chengfeng. In the end, he was always burdened by her. Sooner or later, she would get her retribution, Li Mi thought to himself.

Lian Xinyi's gaze never left Yun Ao. After asking Yun Ao to help her remove the brocade boots that had bound her jade feet for so long, her fondness for Yun Ao increased even more. She had always been quite proud of her beauty. Although she was still not as beautiful as Ao Xue, she was slightly better than Xiao Dan. In addition, she was still a virgin, while Xiao Dan had already been defiled by Li Hua and other lecherous men. However, Yun Ao was still devoted to Xiao Dan and had no improper thoughts about her, which made her even more respectful. It was a pity that she had not met him sooner, otherwise...

Xinyi couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Fate had decreed it, and she couldn't force it. After the castration was over, she would return to Emei, shave her head, and become a nun, spending her life with only the ancient Buddha and the lamp.

Mo Jing, among the group from the Longwei Escort Agency, was filled with fear. She was being controlled by the mysterious Qianmian using Gu poison, forced to confess in front of everyone that Xiao Dan Yun Ao had been wronged by her master and senior brothers. To make matters worse, she was being falsely accused of raping her master, causing his serious injury and defeat, and ruining his reputation. Thinking of Li Yingyang's past kindness to her, she felt uneasy doing this.

Her master must hate her to the bone, and her grandmaster, the Tianshan Patriarch, possessed unfathomable martial arts skills. If her master brought him out of the mountains to confront her, she would likely die a horrible death. Yet now she was being ordered by Qianmian to follow the group into the Eastern Depot to assassinate the Ninth Prince. Whether she could leave alive was uncertain, and even if she did, she would still be controlled by the Gu poison for the rest of her life. The thought of all this made her extremely anxious.

Pang Zheng, outwardly still leering at Ao Xue's booted feet, was also inwardly uneasy. Although Qianmian and Liao En's plan was to use Feng Wutian against the Eastern Depot and Zhang Xianzhong, what if this madman went berserk? He didn't want to die a confused and unsuccessful death.

Yi Long continued to greedily gaze at Ao Xue's delicate body. Every night since that night, he dreamed of the pleasurable scene of riding Ao Xue's jade body to his heart's content. Ao Xue's bright red face became unbearably happy under his fierce thrusts, her eyes narrowed into slits, her small mouth wide open with crystal saliva constantly dripping from the corners of her mouth, her small chin desperately raised, her long and powerful legs sometimes kicking wildly on the bed and sometimes tightly wrapped around his waist, her jade-like hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly, leaving claw marks on it...

The pleasure of experiencing a virgin's release and absorbing unparalleled power was something he would never forget. If only he could do it again… Yi Long thought, swallowing hard. Now that he had absorbed seventy percent of Ao Xue's power and had taken several Jade Snow Pills, his strength had greatly increased. He only wanted to pin this stunning beauty down on the bed again and rape her to his heart's content.

He had never had much ambition; before, he only thought about avenging his father. Now, after sleeping with the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world and absorbing her inner strength and virginity, he only felt a surge of lust and only wanted to keep her by his side and ravish her day and night. Although she was the woman of his father's killer, wouldn't it be even more pleasurable to force her to be his woman? It would be such a pity to kill such a stunning beauty. Yi Long couldn't help but touch the mask of Feng Wutian hidden in his bra.

Zhang Feiyan gripped the hilt of his longsword tightly in his right hand. Lately, he had been plagued by bad luck, suffering defeat after defeat. First, he was defeated by the Sword God, and then at the Marquis's mansion, he was defeated by the delicate and beautiful Ao Xue. Although others like Jue Bei and Jue Ku, whose martial arts were superior to his own, also suffered defeats, it was still a loss of face. Now, he had to reach an agreement with Ao Xue to no longer antagonize the Sword God. As the leader of the number one beggar gang in the world, he naturally had to keep his word.

Although Wei Zhongxian was the common enemy of the world and they should unite against him, simply letting go of the grudges incurred by the death of the previous leader and the Sword God was truly infuriating. He also lamented that although the Beggar Gang had many members, no one of exceptional talent had emerged in recent years. Even if he took on disciples and taught them all his skills, how could they possibly be a match for the Sword God? The Beggar Gang's reputation had truly been ruined in his generation; he wouldn't even have the face to meet his former leader and founder after his death. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

The group of assassins tasked with killing Wei Zhongxian were now divided and far from united, each harboring their own agendas. However, being in this situation, they were forced to cooperate. A moment later, Qin Kang had already scaled the wall and whispered, "Mr. Zheng, there aren't many guards from the Eastern Depot today. With Warrior Luo, Young Hero Fang, and Nephew Zhan leading the way, we should be able to infiltrate."

Zheng Yuan nodded, "Good. Everyone must proceed according to plan; don't rush things."

Immediately, everyone used their lightness skills to leap over the wall. Ao Xue, with the highest level of lightness skill, lightly touched the ground with her jade-like feet, her body seemingly floating as she cleared the more than three-zhang-high wall. Everyone stared in astonishment at her celestial-like ascension. Tonight, Ao Xue wore a yellow vest and trousers paired with long boots embroidered with phoenixes, exuding a unique and captivating charm under the moonlight.

Pang Zheng frowned. This vixen had actually cured his little feet. No matter, she wouldn't be leaving this place today anyway.

Other skilled martial artists used their superior lightness skills to leap over the wall, while those with lesser skills used gecko-like wall-climbing techniques. The weakest used grappling hooks to grab the top of the wall and climb up. Yun Ao tightly gripped Xiao Dan's small hand, pulling her up the wall with a few quick stomps. Yun Ao felt Xiao Dan's warm hand tightly clasped in his. Their eyes met, and their love intensified. Tian You, watching from below, felt his jealousy burn even brighter. He wanted to use his lightness skills to climb the wall, but he lacked the ability.

Zhang Ruoshui, standing nearby, grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Tian You, let me help you up the wall."

With that, she pulled him over the wall in a few leaps. Tian You felt a surge of gratitude, thinking to himself: "I never imagined that Doctor Zhang's medical skills were so superb, and her martial arts prowess was also unfathomable. I used to focus too much on medicine and neglect my martial arts. With his high level of martial arts and so many miraculous medicines, perhaps he can greatly improve my skills. Then I will have enough strength to protect Xiao Dan."

After scaling the wall, a group of experts lay in ambush at its base. Seeing no one around, Zheng Yuan gave a signal, and over 130 experts rushed towards the various headquarters of the Ten Commanders.

They waited a moment, then heard shouts of battle erupting from the direction of the Ten Commanders, flames shooting into the sky. The Eastern Depot and the Embroidered Uniform Guard sounded their horns and poured out of their barracks, heading straight for the Ten Commanders' residence. The plan was for these experts to set fire to the Ten Commanders' residence to distract the Embroidered Uniform Guard, while Zhan Changfeng, Luo Chongshan, and Fang Zilong would lead another elite force to storm the Nine Thousand Years' residence, catching him off guard.

Zheng Yuan, seeing the Embroidered Uniform Guard had fallen into the trap and their rear empty, was overjoyed. He whispered, "Heroes, proceed according to plan. Follow Young Hero Zhan

and be wary of traps and ambushes." The experts immediately followed Zhan Changfeng towards the Nine Thousand Years' residence. However, they were so focused on following Zhan Changfeng that they didn't notice that Pang Zhengyi, Long Wanjie, the Three Heroes of Kunlun, and others were secretly lying in ambush at the corner of the wall, not accompanying them.

Zhan Changfeng led the way, sometimes reminding everyone to turn left, sometimes to dodge to the right, and sometimes tapping a few times behind a pillar to raise the stone wall in front of them, clearing a path. The group couldn't help but marvel at how the Eastern Depot was a labyrinth filled with traps and mechanisms; without guidance, even circumventing the Embroidered Uniform Guard would leave them trapped by its intricate mechanisms. Luo Chongshan and Fang Zilong were also secretly amazed. Although they had infiltrated the Eastern Depot for many years, they were still confined to the outer perimeter, struggling for years to obtain the inner workings of the Depot's mechanisms. Now, with Zhan Changfeng's guidance, they could finally break through the traps.

Following Zhan Changfeng, the group rushed into a large courtyard. Zhan Changfeng whispered, "Gentlemen, this is the courtyard where that eunuch lives."

The courtyard was quite spacious, with a large hall resembling a villa in the center. Inside, they saw a magnificent statue of the Nine Thousand Year Old, over five zhang tall. Qi Xiong Biao cursed, "You damned eunuch! All you do is plunder the world's wealth and build these things! You're just a spineless bastard, and you think you can leave a lasting legacy?"

The others echoed his curses.

Zheng Yuan's heart skipped a beat. If this was the Nine Thousand Year Old's residence, even if there was a fire outside, surely there would be guards here? He sensed something was wrong and shouted, "Everyone, be careful, something's not right..."

Suddenly, torches lit up the surrounding area, and countless Imperial Guards armed with crossbows appeared on the walls. Zheng Yuan and the others were shocked and looked for Zhan Changfeng, but he had already slipped out of the house and was running towards the courtyard.

Wanhao exclaimed in shock, "Changfeng, what are you doing? Come back quickly! They're from the Eastern Depot!"

Zheng Yuan was taken aback at first, but immediately understood and shouted, "Stop him! He's a traitor!"

Everyone was shocked upon hearing this. They remembered that Zhan Changfeng had led them into this ambush, and now that he was actively running towards the Eastern Depot's Jinyiwei camp, it was clear that he was the traitor.

Zhan Wanhao was a seasoned veteran who had experienced countless storms, but he couldn't accept that his son was a traitor who had betrayed them and led them into this trap. He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Yun Ao, Qi Yunbiao, and the others were also stunned, and none of them chased after Changfeng.

Zihua reacted the fastest. With a swing of her longsword, she shot out like lightning. Although she was more than ten feet behind Changfeng, she quickly caught up. With her right hand, she gathered strength and used the "Crane Control Hand"

to grab Changfeng from a distance.

Changfeng felt a powerful internal force pull his back, greatly slowing him down. He knew that if he fell into the hands of others, his own father would be the first to kill him. On the verge of death, he forcefully slapped his waist. A series of sharp,

piercing

sounds rang out as a cluster of fine needles shot out from under his robe. He had concealed a box of "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles" at his waist,

a defensive weapon given to him by Cao Jie, meant to save his life in critical moments. These needles, as thin as cow's hair, were deadly upon contact with blood. Especially when hidden at his waist, they could be launched by simply tapping the mechanism on the box to catch the enemy off guard.

Zihua was only a zhang away from Changfeng, enough to pull him back, but suddenly a dark light burst forth under the moonlight, and countless tiny black needles shot towards him like a tidal wave. Even with his superb martial arts skills, he was terrified. He quickly touched the ground with his toes and his body shot backward, simultaneously activating his ultimate technique, "Sacred Wheel."

A huge black and white Tai Chi energy appeared between his palms.

"Sacred Wheel."

This is the number one defensive skill of Wudang. Even though Zihua hastily channeled his energy, the dense and endless Tai Chi Qi wall still blocked all the poison needles a foot away and deflected them all. Fortunately, he was safe. He was furious because he was almost ambushed. Originally, he had held back because he was Wanhao's son, but now that he saw how ruthless he was, he no longer held back. He raised his internal energy to its peak and shot out with both fingers. A powerful sword qi shot straight towards Changfeng's back. This sword qi was powered by ten percent of its strength and was enough to kill Changfeng on the spot.

Wan Hao watched, wanting to shout, "Have mercy!"

But he didn't.

He had witnessed Chang Feng's ambush of Zi Hua with "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles," and it was now confirmed that Chang Feng was a traitor. His son had betrayed him and everyone else—such a shameless scoundrel! Even if Zi Hua let him go, could he truly forgive him? In that instant, he felt as if his heart had died. Just

as Zi Hua's gathered sword energy was about to reach Chang Feng's back, two powerful energies suddenly attacked from the left and right. The three energies collided, and Zi Hua felt a tremendous force pushing him back more than ten feet before regaining his footing. One of the attackers was a burly man eight feet tall, and the other was a scholar in brocade robes—Cui Yingyuan and Xu Xianchun, two of the Five Tigers of the Nine Thousand Years. After rescuing Chang Feng, the two grabbed him and casually tossed him into the ranks of the Imperial Guards.

Zi Hua had already suffered minor internal injuries from his clash with the two. In a one-on-one fight, with his skill, it would probably take him hundreds of moves to defeat either of them. But against the two of them working together, even if he used the "Sacred Wheel" and

"Tai Chi Sword,"

he could only barely defend himself. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, bracing himself for battle.

Xiao Dan's eyes blazed with fury when she saw Cui Yingyuan. Back then, this beast, along with Zhang Ruoshui, had raped her mother, poisoned her with the Seven Emotions Gu, causing her to lose her mind and harm her father. He had also raped and sold her sister, the culprit who had ruined her family. She turned back to look at the smiling Zhang Ruoshui, thinking to herself: It seems I've fallen for their trick today, but even if I die, I will perish with these two beasts.

Xu Xianchun flicked his sleeves and chuckled softly, "Master Zihua lives up to his reputation. To withstand the combined palm strikes of my two brothers and only retreat one zhang is truly worthy of being the Wudang Sect Leader. Your Majesty is a man who cherishes talent. You must have been instigated by a villain to come here to assassinate my godfather, right? My godfather is thirsting for talent. If you are willing to repent and join my godfather's sect, I guarantee that everyone in the Wudang Sect can leave this place unharmed today. If you remain obstinate and insist on being my godfather's enemy, then not only you, but the entire Wudang Sect can be wiped out in an instant with a single order from my godfather. At that time, even the ancestral tablets of your Zhang Sanfeng and the graves of all the past Wudang Sect Leaders behind the mountain will be in danger."

He finished speaking with an arrogant and smug air.

Zi Hua's heart skipped a beat, realizing his words were true. The Eastern Depot was fully capable of wiping out the Wudang Sect. If he couldn't even protect the ancestral tablets and graves, how could he face his ancestors after death? But he quickly composed himself and said, "We are on different paths and cannot work together. Eliminating traitors for the country is the duty of those in the martial arts world. There's no point in saying more, let's fight."

The heroes behind him cheered.

"Changfeng, come out! Don't you have the face to see me? If you still remember me as your father, stand up and see me!"

Wan Hao's sorrowful and desolate roar came from the crowd.

Hundreds of Imperial Guards had already poured into the courtyard. Cui Yingyuan and Xu Xianchun stood in front of the crowd, while the Imperial Guards split from the middle. Cao Jie, Dong San Niang, Liu Xing Jue Wu, Jiang Chengfeng, Zhang Zhen, and others appeared. Cao Yanan and Cao Cheng followed behind Cao Jie. Cao Cheng looked excited, while Cao Yanan was expressionless, her eyes sweeping over the heroes of the Eunuch Sect. Suddenly, her eyes landed on Yun Ao, a mixture of anger and shyness.

Upon seeing Cao Jie, Wan Hao was consumed by rage, his eyes practically spitting fire. "You eunuch, you heartless beast! Tell Changfeng to come out and see me! Today I'll tear you to pieces!"

"Hahaha..."

Cao Jie laughed shrilly, "What a joke you're making, Chief Escort Zhan! Your son has already recognized me as his grandfather. By seniority, you're practically my son! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning if your son kills his father?"

The surrounding Imperial Guards burst into laughter.

"Bullshit... you dog eunuch! What kind of witchcraft did you use to bewitch the young chief escort? Today I'll risk my life to drag you down with me!"

Qi Xiong Biao cursed, brandishing his broadsword and about to charge at Cao Jie, but Wan Hao grabbed him.

"Old Qi, calm down!"

Wan Hao shouted, pulling Qi Xiong Biao back. "Changfeng, if you still consider me your father, come out and explain yourself."

Cao Jie sneered, "Grandson, just come out . Your grandfather will protect you. Even if he has extraordinary abilities, he can't hurt you today."

Changfeng slowly peeked out from the crowd of Imperial Guards, shrugging behind Cao Jie.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes never daring to meet his father's gaze. Wan Hao said with tears in his eyes, "Changfeng, you were framed by this eunuch and turned into this inhuman state. He even humiliated you by locking you in a cage that day. Why... why did you still serve him? You actually betrayed us! Have you lost your conscience?" Changfeng hesitated, looking

at Cao Jie. Cao Jie smiled at him and said, "Grandson, my son is asking you a question. Just tell him the truth."

Changfeng gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Father, don't be so stubborn. Grandpa's help in castingrate me was actually a sign of respect. I was born to be a father-in-law. Actually, being a father-in-law isn't so bad. I've had a really good time with Grandpa. The way Grandpa treated me before was to train me and for my own good. The Ninth Prince has power over the heavens. If you oppose him, you'll only die. As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on. Just acknowledge Grandpa as your father, and the three of us can gather together and enjoy the happiness of family life."

"You...you...you shameless beast!"

Changfeng's utterly shameless words enraged Wanhao, turning his face red with anger. A sweet taste rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Yun Ao, seeing this, was shocked and quickly placed his right palm on Wanhao's back to help him regulate his breathing. Those who cultivate internal energy are prone to losing control of their internal energy or even suffering a qi deviation if their emotions become too agitated. Seeing that he had angered his father to the point of vomiting blood, Changfeng couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. However, upon seeing the approval in Cao Jie's eyes, his expression immediately changed to a forced smile.

"Shameless traitor!"

"Kill this unfilial son!"

"We've fallen into a trap!"

The crowd was now in a frenzy; some shouted that they would fight to the death, while others panicked, frantically surveying the surrounding terrain, trying to break through the encirclement.

Juebei, seeing that Juewu was also among the Imperial Guards, angrily said, "Junior Brother Juewu, we always thought you had been kidnapped by Dong Sanniang and her gang. We never imagined you would join them in their evil ways. How could you tarnish Shaolin's reputation and serve Wei Zhongxian as his lackey?"

Juewu had always respected this senior brother, and now, being rebuked like this, he couldn't help but feel ashamed. Dong Sanniang, standing to the side, grabbed him and smiled at Juebei, "Master, this Master Juewu has even broken the precept against lust. What precepts can't he break? Juewu never wanted to be a monk. He became a monk for dozens of years in a daze, but he still didn't know what he truly wanted. It wasn't until he and I made love in bed that he truly became a man. Master, why don't you try it too? I can easily serve both of you by myself. Juewu, don't you agree?"

After saying this, Dong Sanniang kissed Juewu's cheek with her red lips, and Juewu felt his bones melt.

Jue Bei trembled with anger, pointing at Dong San Niang: "You vixen, you seduced my junior brother, causing him to fall into this state, losing decades of cultivation. I must punish you on behalf of Buddha!"

Jue Ku, standing nearby, blushed, thinking to himself that he too had been coveting Ao Xue's beauty and ultimately used by Pang Zheng and the others, hardly any better than Jue Wu.

Dong San Niang glanced sideways and saw her sworn enemy, Yuan Sheng Liu Ao Xue, behind Jue Ku. She gritted her teeth, thinking to herself that heaven had eyes, allowing these two enemies to appear at the same time. If only Feng Wu Tian were also here, she could settle both old and new scores. Ao Xue, seeing Dong San Niang and the others, remembered the repeated humiliations Dong San Niang had inflicted upon her, her beautiful eyes filled with hatred. Dong San Niang was a pitiful person, and she felt considerable sympathy for her plight, but Dong San Niang was blinded by hatred; no matter what she did, Dong San Niang would not let her go. The only way was to settle things once and for all, otherwise, it would never end.

"Listen up, all of you! If you don't want to die, immediately kill any traitors around you. Kill one and I'll spare your lives!"

Xu Xianchun said grimly.

Upon hearing this, the group of heroes surrounding the eunuch were thrown into chaos, looking around anxiously, fearing their own men might suddenly turn on them. Zheng Yuan felt a chill; this plan was extremely insidious. First, it lured the weak-willed to defect; second, it sowed discord within their own ranks. After all, these men were only hastily assembled, not brothers who had fought side-by-side for years on the battlefield. Some even harbored personal grudges, making unity extremely difficult. He hurriedly shouted, "Don't panic, everyone! Beware of this lackey's divisive tactics! We swore a blood oath to kill the eunuch traitor and have no other intentions!" "

No other intentions? Didn't my grandson also swear a blood oath? He just betrayed you and his own father. A blood oath? Don't make me laugh. These days, even God doesn't care about so many oaths,"

Cao Jie mocked.

"You castrated dog, I'll kill you..."

Wan Hao's inner energy gradually calmed as he leaped up, drew his longsword, and charged straight at Cao Jie like a mad tiger. Cao Jie knew Wan Hao's martial arts were formidable, but the area was filled with experts, so he was not afraid at all and did not retreat even a step. Chang Feng, however, felt guilty and, seeing his father charging towards him, hurriedly hid in the crowd.

When Wan Hao was still seven or eight zhang away from Cao Jie, a figure rushed towards him like lightning. Instantly, a powerful palm strike made it hard for him to breathe. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and immediately used the "Dragon

Soars and Tiger Leaps" technique from the "Heavenly Dragon Divine Sword Art."

More than a dozen quick sword strikes neutralized the opponent's palm strike. The newcomer's skill was far superior to his own. The first move failed to achieve its purpose, and the second move was immediately launched. Countless palm shadows pressed down on him like a tidal wave. Wan Hao could only use all his strength to counter each move. Although he had a longsword in his hand, he was forced to retreat repeatedly by the opponent's unarmed attack.

"Chief镖头, I'm here to help you!"

Qi Xiong Biao roared and charged forward, brandishing his broadsword. He used all his strength in the "Nine Rings Saber Technique,"

making it impenetrable, hoping to help Wan Hao out of his predicament. However, he hadn't expected his opponent to be so powerful. After just a few exchanges of blows, his arms were already numb, and his broadsword almost flew out of his hands. Wan Hao exclaimed, "Xiong Biao, retreat quickly! You are no match for him!"

But Qi Xiong Biao was exceptionally fierce by nature, and even knowing he was no match, he refused to retreat even half a step.

The newcomer was none other than Meteor. Having just joined Cao Jie's ranks, he was eager to prove himself to his master. He believed that killing a few of Cao Jie's key figures would earn him the favor of the Ninth Prince, potentially leading to a promotion even higher than Cao Jie's. Therefore, he was determined to kill Zhan Wanhao and Qi Xiong Biao within a few moves, thus greatly diminishing the arrogance of the assassins. With this in mind, he activated the "Secret Sect Great Handprint."

Instantly, his palm seemed to double in size, and a powerful aura pressed down on the two men. Wanhao and

Qi Xiong Biao could only muster all their strength to raise their weapons in defense. Suddenly, a powerful blade aura slashed towards him. Startled, Meteor quickly shifted the palm force of the Great Handprint to block it. The blade aura and palm force collided, creating a powerful shockwave that forced Wanhao and Qi Xiong Biao back several steps. Meteor also felt a numbness in his hand and swayed. Looking up, he saw that the one who had unleashed the blade was a young man in his twenties—Yun Ao.

Yun Ao was also shaken back several steps by the force of the opponent's palm, feeling a surge of blood and qi. He knew that his skill was still far inferior to that of the opponent. But Liu Xing was even more surprised. A junior's skill had already surpassed that of a first-class master. He could wield his sword as qi and withstand a palm strike with 80% of his own strength, only to be forced back several steps without spitting blood. If he were to grow up in a few more years, his skill would probably surpass that of him. This kid had to be eliminated... Liu Xing crossed his palms and rushed straight at Yun Ao. Yun Ao used the "Wind Ring Saber Technique,"

which combined both strength and gentleness, to meet the opponent's fierce palm strike. Wan Hao and Qi Xiong Biao would not let Yun Ao be left alone. They each used their best skills to help Yun Ao defend against Liu Xing.

Xiaodan knew how formidable Liuxing was; this man had raped her and forced her to have sex with Tianyou in Tianxiang Flower City. She hated him to the core. She immediately drew her double hooks from behind and charged. Lian Xinyi, worried about Yun Ao, also drew her sword and joined the battle. Although Liuxing's martial arts were high, defeating him was no easy feat. The six fought fiercely, and for a time, no one could gain the upper hand.

Dong Sanniang, fearing for her lover's safety, took out a whistle and blew it softly. Immediately, more than a dozen ragged, strange-looking men leaped out from the Jinyiwei crowd, yelling and rushing towards Yun Ao and the others.

Several skilled warriors from the crowd leaped forward to block the strange figures. One of them slashed down a monster with a single blow, and before the monster could even dodge, his head was severed, blood splattering all over his face. Just as he was wondering how incompetent his opponent was, he felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation where the blood had splattered on his face, followed by dizziness. He cried out in alarm, "Everyone, be careful! These guys are poisoned!"

Hearing this, the others were too frightened to approach the strange figures. They lifted the poisoned warrior and retreated. Yun Ao and his group of five also realized the situation was dire and desperately launched a series of attacks, forcing Meteor to retreat before returning to their own camp.

Dong San Niang's poison slaves had already achieved great success, severely demoralizing the enemy and making her secretly pleased. She blew her whistle to send her slaves charging forward again. Suddenly, a yellow shadow flashed, and Ao Xue unleashed her unparalleled lightness skill, using

the eighth level of the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill" to unleash the "Flower-Piercing Butterfly Palm."

Her palm strike sent several poison slaves flying, their bones broken and tendons snapped, without even a drop of blood splashing on her. Seeing the situation was dire, Dong San Niang quickly blew her whistle to send the remaining poison slaves back. A chill ran down her spine. She hadn't expected this vile woman's martial arts to be even higher than before. It seemed that poison slaves were only useful against weaker opponents; they were useless against a top-tier master like Ao Xue.

On the other side, Zhang Ruoshui had the poisoned martial artist swallow a pill. The black aura on the martial artist's face gradually began to dissipate. He smiled and said, "These poisoners haven't been made for long, so the poison in their bodies isn't too strong yet. As long as it doesn't splash into their eyes, it's not a big problem. Take my pill, circulate your internal energy to expel the

poison, and you'll be fine in a few hours." Upon hearing this, the martial artist immediately thanked him profusely. Everyone was relieved; with Doctor Zhang around, there was no need to fear the other party using poison. Xiao Dan watched coldly, inwardly cursing this hypocrite for truly knowing how to win people over.

"Good, good... truly, the martial arts world is full of talented people! I, Wei, have been waiting for you for a long time!"

A loud voice rang out from behind them. Everyone turned around and was shocked to find a person standing on top of the giant statue in the room. No one had noticed when he had gone in and climbed to the top of the statue. This person, dressed in magnificent robes, exuded an imposing aura without anger. He was none other than Wei Zhongxian, the Nine Thousand Years Old, who held immense power in Korea, second only to the emperor.

"You eunuch...you have quite the nerve to show yourself before us?"

Zheng Yuan exclaimed in surprise. The appearance of the Ninth Prince in the room was a death trap. If they attacked him en masse, he would have nowhere to escape. But with the Ninth Prince's cunning, would he be foolish enough to put himself in such a predicament?

"Hahaha, I dare to show myself here because I'm absolutely confident. I'm just really bored these days, so today I'll have you all practice your skills and see what kind of people are the top masters of the martial world."

The Ninth Prince's gaze fell on Ao Xue, as sharp as a beast eyeing a small, adorable prey. Ao Xue felt a chill run down her spine and lowered her head when their eyes met.

"Wei the Eunuch, you murdered loyal ministers and righteous men of the Donglin Party back then! Today, you will pay for your crimes in blood!"

Luo Chongshan pointed angrily at the Ninth Prince, holding a steel whip.

"The Donglin Party? You're blind to think these pedantic scholars who spout empty rhetoric are sages who will save the nation. Do you really think they're doing this for the Ming Dynasty? They're just using the guise of advocating for merchants and tycoons because the court's collection of commercial taxes is detrimental to their interests. If you let these hypocrites control the government, you'll regret it sooner or later,"

the Ninth Prince sneered.

"Shut up! You eunuch, you're about to die and you're still spreading heresy. Do you think everyone is blind? Anyone with eyes can see who's loyal and who's treacherous!"

Luo Chongshan roared, his eyes bloodshot.

"Sigh, no matter what I say, you won't understand. You're a loyal man, but you've gone down the wrong path. You're still a member of the Eastern Depot, and the Eastern Depot never tolerates traitors. Today, I'll personally send you on your way!"

The Ninth Prince said, his eyes gleaming as he fixed Luo Chongshan on the spot.

Knowing he had murderous intent, everyone rushed forward to surround Luo Chongshan. Ao Xue, Ci Bei, Zi Hua, and Kong Jing, the four most skilled martial artists, stood in front of Luo Chongshan, making it impossible for even the Nine Thousand Years Old, with his superior martial arts, to break through their defenses and kill him.

Strangely, the Nine Thousand Years Old remained motionless on the giant statue. Everyone assumed he dared not come down and couldn't help but mock him: "You eunuch, what's wrong with you? No guts to come down?"

"All talk and no action! A dog eunuch is a dog eunuch!"

"Have the guts to do it!"

Suddenly, Luo Chongshan let out a scream, "Ah..."

Everyone was horrified to see his face flushed red, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his body trembling as he collapsed to the ground, smoke rising from his body.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong?"

Zheng Yuan stepped forward and touched his pulse, only to feel it as hot as burning coals. He quickly released his grip. Cibei knew something was wrong. Luo Chongshan's condition didn't seem like poisoning, but rather like he had been struck by an extremely domineering and scorching internal energy. He quickly pressed Luo Chongshan's acupoints and activated his "Formless Divine Skill."

With his full power, he placed both palms against Luo Chongshan's back and poured all his energy into expelling the fire energy from his body. However, the fire energy within Luo Chongshan was incredibly fierce. Cibei's internal energy, after penetrating him, caused him even more unbearable pain. His lips were bitten until they bled, and he screamed in agony, "Kill me, kill me quickly..."

Beads of sweat dripped from Cibei's forehead. He knew... Luo Chongshan was probably beyond saving. His current internal energy input was only increasing the opponent's pain, but he couldn't stop him no matter what. Zheng Yuan anxiously asked Zhang Ruoshui, "Dr. Zhang, how did Brother Luo get like this? Is there any hope for him?"

Zhang Ruoshui shook his head and sighed, "Brother Luo has been afflicted by unparalleled internal energy, which cannot be cured by medicine. I'm sorry, I'm powerless to help."

At this moment, Luo Chongshan's originally burly body began to swell like an inflating balloon. His two eyeballs even popped out of their sockets, and his teeth fell out one by one. Blood began to seep from every pore of his body. His terrifying and miserable appearance terrified Ao Xue, Xiao Dan, and Lian Xinyi, who turned pale with fright. Cibei felt as if Luo Chongshan's body was a giant furnace, constantly burning, his internal energy expanding to its limit, as if it were about to explode at any moment. Knowing that continuing like this would only endanger others, he withdrew his palm and said, "Everyone, retreat! Brother Luo's body is about to explode!"

Upon hearing this, the crowd scattered. Wan Hao, Xiong Biao, and the others, who had been saved by him before, were filled with grief and indignation at seeing him suffer such torment. Wan Hao said sadly, "Brother Luo, is there anything you haven't fulfilled? I, Zhan, will definitely help you complete it."

Luo Chongshan, already swollen like a ball, let out a shriek like a vengeful ghost: "Kill the eunuch...kill the eunuch..."

Then, fire burst from his seven orifices.

With a loud "boom," Luo Chongshan's entire body exploded. What spewed out of his body was not blood, but clusters of flames that coalesced into a huge fireball, burning fiercely. Luo Chongshan was instantly

reduced to nothingness. In their grief and indignation, the crowd also felt a growing fear of the Ninth Prince. No one could understand how he had managed to kill Luo Chongshan so horribly without even moving his body.

The Ninth Prince's gaze swept over Fang Zilong and said, "You're Fang Gui's son, aren't you? You dared to infiltrate the Eastern Depot for years, working as a lowly jailer.

You certainly have guts. Your father was a tough guy, but unfortunately, he went astray." "You castrated dog! My father would eat your flesh and drink your blood! No matter how high your martial arts are, you can't kill any heroes who oppose you!"

Fang Zilong glared back fearlessly.

"Hmph..."

The Ninth Prince's eyes widened, and the crowd quickly stepped in front of Fang Zilong, determined not to let him suffer any further harm.

Zheng Yuan suddenly felt a powerful, chilling energy seep into his feet from the Yongquan acupoint. He wanted to scream but couldn't. In that critical moment, Ao Xue suddenly grabbed him and lifted him up, a gentle force flowing into his body to help him suppress the chilling energy entering his feet.

"Everyone be careful! This eunuch is using internal energy to attack his feet by transmitting force through objects!"

Ao Xue shouted. She had found it strange earlier that the Ninth Prince had killed Luo Chongshan right under everyone's noses without ever using any techniques like the "Splitting Palm." It was simply unbelievable. Just now, she seemed to feel a powerful fluctuation from underground. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that the Ninth Prince was actually using something similar to "hitting a cow across a mountain," transmitting internal energy from the top of the giant statue to the ground and then attacking Luo Chongshan's feet directly.

This move was extremely insidious, and it was absolutely impossible to do without extraordinary internal energy. It would be very difficult for Ao Xue to do it, especially so subtly. What was even stranger was that he used fire energy to kill Luo Chongshan, but he used yin energy to attack Zheng Yuan. It seemed that he possessed two extremely opposite internal energies, yin and yang. Fortunately, Ao Xue was prepared this time and realized in time that his apparent intention to poison Fang Zilong was actually to kill Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan was the commander of the group that assassinated the eunuchs. Killing him would cause the group to fall into chaos without a leader. The Ninth Prince's martial arts and cunning were both incredibly formidable.

Zheng Yuan was only slightly affected by the Yin energy, but he was already completely numb and unable to speak. Ao Xue used the "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Technique"

to help him dispel the Yin energy. Fortunately, the amount of Yin energy he was affected by was not large and could be dispelled in time. However, Luo Chongshan was incapacitated by a large amount of fire energy, and even a god could not save him.

Ao Xue ruined the Ninth Prince's plans, but he did not seem angry. Instead, he became even more interested in her. Looking at her, he smiled and said, "Young lady, you are so young, yet your skills are so profound. Your reactions are also very quick. Remarkable, remarkable. I like you very much."

His piercing gaze made Ao Xue's hair stand on end.

"You eunuch, truly insidious! I'll deal with you!"

Wan Hao, heartbroken by Luo Chongshan's tragic death, brandished his sword, attempting to leap onto the colossus, but Kong Jing grabbed him, saying, "Benefactor Zhan, this eunuch Wei is atop the colossus with his back against the iron wall. The top of the colossus is only the size of a tabletop; he actually has a significant advantage. If we were to attack, at most only two or three of us could surround him from the front, and being in mid-air is even more dangerous."

"Kong Jing, you are indeed insightful. Five years ago, I didn't kill you because I thought your martial arts were decent enough, but not enough to withstand a hundred moves from me. So I spared your life to wait until my divine skills were fully mastered before fighting you!"

Jiu Qian Sui said, looking at Kong Jing.

Kong Jing stepped forward and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Wei, you are still as cruel and vicious as ever after five years. Back then, you slaughtered hundreds of monks at Pufa Temple. The cycle of karma is inescapable, and your wickedness will surely come to an end."

"Hahaha, those bald monks helped Fang Gui against me, should I show them mercy? Enough nonsense, Kong Jing, my skills have greatly improved in the past five years. If your martial arts haven't improved much in the past five years, you will probably die under my palm within ten moves. Xiao Cui and Xiao Xu, no one is allowed to come forward to help me without my order. Today I'm going to have some fun with this rebel." The

Ninth Prince said sternly.

"Even the most skilled martial artist can't surpass the heavens, can he? You spared my life that day, so today I, Kong Jing, will fight you first!"

With that, Kong Jing turned and took out a secret manual from his robes, handing it to Fang Zilong. "Benefactor Fang, this is the essence of my life's martial arts, which I'm passing on to you today. If anything happens to me, I hope you'll study it carefully. Consider it compensation for my failure to save your father that day."

"Master, you mustn't take the risk! Let's all go up and attack him together!"

Zilong exclaimed.

Kong Jing shook her head and said, "Wei Yan's martial arts are unfathomable. I'm the only one here who has fought him. I'll go up first so everyone can see his moves and find his weaknesses. Besides, even if my martial arts are inferior to his, I can still escape unscathed."

With that, she flicked her sleeve, and the manual fell into Zilong's hands. Kong Jing's withered body swayed and she stood on the giant statue's hand, looking up at Jiu Qiansui and saying, "Benefactor Wei, let's continue the battle from five years ago. Heroes, this is a fair fight between Benefactor Wei and me. I hope you will not interfere."

Jiu Qiansui took two steps back on top of the giant statue and said calmly, "Go ahead and see if you can withstand ten of my moves."

Sword Hate and Passion Chapter 40: Assassinating the Eunuch (2)

Five years ago, Kong Jing was defeated by the Ninth Prince. In the past five years, he has been working hard in prison to cultivate his internal strength and think about how to counter the Ninth Prince's martial arts. In the past five years, the Ninth Prince has neither drugged him nor crippled his martial arts, which he has been puzzled by. When Yun Ao and his group broke into the prison to rescue people, he also helped them escape. Now he knows that the Ninth Prince spared his life only because he thought he was a good opponent and expected him to improve. This person is extremely confident in his own martial arts. Kong Jing knows that he doesn't have much of a chance of winning, but he can still exchange a hundred moves with the Ninth Prince. Even if he can't win, he can still let everyone see the extent of the Ninth Prince's martial arts.

Kong Jing was the top master of the Kong generation at the Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian. He had mastered the Shaolin's ultimate martial art

, the "Heart Sutra," reaching its highest level. In the past, he was evenly matched with Abbot Jueci of the Songshan Shaolin Temple in their discussions of scriptures and martial arts. He was only defeated by the Ninth Prince in his entire life. This battle was not only related to the monks of Pufa Temple and the exoneration of Fang Guixue, but also to the future of the Ming Dynasty. Naturally, he would do his best. He used his lightness skill to leap onto the top of the giant statue and used the "Gauze Subduing Demon Skill" to whip his sleeves.

His sleeves instantly became like steel whips, lashing out at the Ninth Prince. If an ordinary master were hit by this blow, his brains would splatter on the spot.

Despite facing this powerful attack, the Ninth Prince remained unfazed. He lightly flicked his right hand, unleashing a burst of fiery energy to meet the attack. Kong Jing felt a sudden heat on his arm as his sleeve burst into flames. Though startled, he remained calm and unperturbed, channeling his "Prajna Palm" with his left hand. He unleashed

a "Prajna Mountain Splitting"

strike, the powerful palm force shattering the burning sleeve and striking the Ninth Prince's face. The Ninth Prince's left hand flicked, releasing a burst of Yin energy that collided with the Prajna Palm's force. Kong Jing felt a surge of Yin energy rising from his palm and hurriedly channeled

the supreme Yang energy of the "Prajna Heart Sutra" to resist, involuntarily taking a step back. He was even more shocked that the Ninth Prince's skill was far more profound than it had been five years ago. He had unleashed two attacks in quick succession, yet the Ninth Prince hadn't even flinched, easily deflecting his fierce blows and even forcing him to take a step back. The difference in their martial arts skills was immediately apparent, and it seemed that he was likely to meet a grim end in this battle. Oh well, he was just a worthless body and should sacrifice himself to devour the demon. Thinking of the monks of Pufa Temple and Fang Gui who had died tragically, he gritted his teeth and raised the "Heart Sutra"

to its peak, unleashing his highest martial art, the "Mount Sumeru Palm."

After pressing his palms together, his body was enveloped in white energy. The Ninth Prince could tell from his starting stance that this move was extremely powerful, and he immediately raised his own skill by one level. His right cheek turned bright red, while his left cheek turned deep blue, and his internal energy of ice and fire protected his entire body.

Kong Jing had pushed his skill to its limit, sweat pouring down his face. He thrust out with both palms, unleashing a powerful, yang-like palm force that completely enveloped the Nine Thousand Years Old. Countless palm shadows enveloped him, clearly Kong Jing was determined to inflict serious injury even if he couldn't defeat him, or at least destroy the head of the giant statue beneath his feet. Destroying the Nine Thousand Years Old's statue would both dampen his arrogance and boost their own morale. The crowd

watched as palm shadows and the intertwining of ice and fire energies clashed atop the statue. Yun Ao anxiously asked Cibei, "Master, can Master Kong Jing win?"

Cibei frowned but remained silent. He didn't want to dampen the morale of the group at this moment, but he could clearly see that Kong Jing had exerted all his strength, while the Nine Thousand Years Old seemed completely unfazed. A moment later,

a loud crash resounded. The crowd saw Kong Jing's palms strike the Nine Thousand Years Old's chest. Everyone was overjoyed; it seemed this eunuch's martial arts were nothing special after all.

However, neither of them moved an inch. Kong Jing was already drenched in sweat, but his palms seemed glued to his opponent's body; he couldn't push them away or pull them back. Just now, when the Nine Thousand Years Old revealed an opening, he struck his opponent's chest without thinking. But his palm strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; the Nine Thousand Years Old smiled warmly, while his palms were firmly held by the opponent's unparalleled internal force, leaving him unable to move forward or backward. He couldn't believe that his two palms, capable of splitting mountains and splitting the earth, had been completely ineffective against his opponent. Thinking of the Nine Thousand Years Old's exquisite internal force that had just transferred his palm force through an object, he suddenly realized that the opponent had transferred his palm force into the giant statue and then directly into the ground. Even if his skill was profound and his palm force was strong, he couldn't destroy the earth. The Nine Thousand Years Old was already in an invincible position. This skill of transferring force through an object had an element of trickery, but it was absolutely impossible to do without reaching the realm of the extraordinary.

"Kong Jing, I spared your life hoping you could surprise me again, but in the past five years your skill has only improved to this extent. It seems I misjudged you. You are old and frail, your martial arts have stagnated, and you can't make any further progress, while my divine skills have advanced by leaps and bounds in the past five years. You can't even withstand ten moves from me, so what's the point of you living? Fine, today I'll send you to the Buddha's realm."

After saying this, the Nine Thousand Years Old grabbed Kong Jing's hands and poured powerful ice and fire energies into his body.

"Ah..."

Even with Kong Jing's skill, he was completely unable to resist the combined attack of ice and fire energies. He really didn't expect that in the past five years, the Nine Thousand Years Old's skill had reached a level he couldn't have predicted at all. The ice and fire energies completely destroyed his decades of refined internal energy and rushed to all the acupoints in his body, shattering his meridians and internal organs. Kong Jing's last thought before dying was... that even if he was defeated by such a peerless master, he would have no regrets in dying.

"Master!"

Cibei and the others tried to leap up to rescue him, but it was too late. Kong Jing's body fell straight off the giant statue. He hadn't even managed to destroy a single corner of the statue's head before his tragic defeat. His ambitions were unfulfilled, and he died before he could achieve his goal.

Cibei held Kong Jing's body and was horrified to see that one side of his body was charred and cracked, while the other side was sealed by a layer of solid ice. The sight of his death was bizarre and inexplicable. Cibei gasped in shock at the sight of his death and said, "This...this is the divine skill of Lord Hongwu...the Sun and Moon Mirror."

"The Mirror of the Sun and Moon" is a peerless divine skill created by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. After the Mongols rose from the north, they destroyed the Jin, Western Xia, and Dali kingdoms. The Southern Song Dynasty, relying on its strong cities, held out for more than 40 years and repelled the Mongol army's repeated large-scale attacks. It even killed the Mongol Khan M?ngke at Diaoyu City in Sichuan, causing the Mongol army to abandon its plans to continue its invasion of Africa and Europe. Although the Southern Song Dynasty had no shortage of good generals and the people were quite wealthy, there were no large-scale peasant uprisings. However, the government was corrupt, especially in the later period when Jia Sidao controlled the government, which made things even worse. The Mongol Khan Kublai Khan was determined to conquer the Southern Song Dynasty and finally sent a million-strong army to break through Xiangyang and march straight to Lin'an. The remnants of the Southern Song army, with the help of a group of old ministers such as Wen Tianxiang and Zhang Shijie, as well as patriotic martial arts masters from the Central Plains, supported the young emperor and fought hard for three years. In the end, the Song army was almost completely wiped out in the Battle of Yamen. The young emperor and a group of loyal ministers also jumped into the sea and died. Years later, Wen Tianxiang, who had suffered greatly in prison, was beheaded by Kublai Khan for refusing to submit. The Han people then began to experience this humiliating and painful period of history under the Yuan Dynasty.

The Mongols divided people into four classes: Mongols (first class), Semu people (second class), Han Chinese (northern class), and Song people and ethnic minorities (southern class). A Han person who killed a Mongol had to pay with their life, while a Mongol who killed a Han person only had to pay the price of a donkey . Han scholars were subjected to extreme humiliation, their social status even lower than that of prostitutes.

The Mongols also heavily suppressed the martial arts world of the Central Plains, issuing the "Martial Arts Prohibition Edict," forbidding major sects and martial arts schools from accepting Han students, allowing only Mongol or Semu students. Han people were forbidden from practicing martial arts or possessing swords; violators were to be executed without mercy.

Some powerful and prestigious sects in the martial arts world were coerced by the Mongols into serving them. Many martial arts masters in the Central Plains refused to become Mongol lackeys, either joining anti-Yuan organizations or retreating to the mountains to live in seclusion. As a result, the martial arts world of the Central Plains suffered a severe decline in talent.

During the late Yuan Dynasty, the people suffered greatly and heroes rose up everywhere. At that time, the most influential force in the south was the White Lotus Sect. When its leader, Han Shantong, launched an uprising, he was captured and unfortunately besieged by top Mongol masters, where he was executed by slow slicing. The power of the sect fell into the hands of the Japanese envoy Liu Futong and Han Shantong's younger sister, the Moon Envoy Han Bilian. Little Ming King Han Lin'er became a puppet in their struggle. At this time, the White Lotus Sect was almost plunged into fierce internal strife. Just then, Guo Ziyi's adopted son, Zhu Chongba, emerged out of nowhere. With his extraordinary courage and eloquence, he managed to persuade the two envoys to put aside their past grievances and join forces to fight against the foreign enemy. Although Zhu Chongba was not handsome, he had extraordinary features. Liang Luo, the number one diviner in the heavens at the time, examined his face and said that he had the aura of a golden dragon on his back, the appearance of an emperor, and possessed a unique charm that ordinary people did not have.

Han Bilian gradually fell in love with Zhu Chongba and believed that he was destined to be emperor. She thought that if she could marry him, she would become empress. So she taught him the "Moon Yin Great Law". Later, when Zhu Chongba's power increased, the two joined forces to coerce Liu Futong to hand over the "Blazing Sun Great Law". Liu knew that he had been sidelined and could not turn the tide with just the title of Little Ming King. He had no choice but to hand over the incantation of the "Blazing Sun Great Law". At this time, Bilian learned that Chongba was going to marry Ma Xiuying, the adopted daughter of Guo Ziyi. She was furious and forced Chongba to kill Ma Xiuying with his own hands before marrying her.

Zhu Chongba's initial affair with Han Bilian was merely a ploy to seize power within the White Lotus Sect and its protective divine skills. Now that he had achieved his goal, he no longer cared about Han. He feigned remorse and swore to Han that he would never betray her, secretly plotting to eliminate her. However, Bilian was usually quite cautious, even testing tea and food for poison with silver needles, making it no easy task to drug her. One night, while making love with her, Chongba applied "Muscle-Soothing Powder" to his penis.

He had taken the antidote beforehand, and as they reached their climax, he mixed the drug's effects with his semen and ejaculated into Han Bilian's body. Unsuspecting, Han only realized the drug's effects spreading within her body when it was too late. Chongba seized the opportunity to use the esoteric Buddhist technique "Joyful Meditation,"

spending several days and nights draining Bilian's internal energy, rendering her a cripple.

Bilian begged Chongba to spare her life, but Chongba was a ruthless man who knew the principle of eliminating the root of the problem. From then on, the last rumor in the martial arts world about Han Bilian, the Moon Envoy of the White Lotus Sect, was that she died from a qi deviation while practicing internal energy cultivation. Chongba gave her a grand funeral. Several years later, Liu Futong and Han Lin'er, the Little Ming King, were on a ship sent by Chongba to Yingtian (now Nanjing, Jiangsu). On the way, they were thrown into the river at Guabu (now Nanguabu, Liuhe County, Jiangsu). No one on board survived. In fact, it was Chongba who personally killed Liu Futong and Han Lin'er that day and completely wiped out Han Shantong's faction.

Zhu Yuanzhang (Chongba) simultaneously cultivated two opposing internal energies, Yin and Yang. Logically, an ordinary person would have succumbed to the devastation, their meridians severed, and died. However, his stubborn nature and exceptional talent allowed him to create a new martial art, combining the Yin and Yang internal energies of the sun and moon into the "Sun and Moon Mirror," a technique hailed as invincible. From then on, he could utilize both Yin and Yang internal energies simultaneously. At its highest level, he could absorb the essence of the sun and moon, his internal energy inexhaustible. The Mongols sent top assassins, the "Ten Wolves of the Desert" and the

"Seven Eagles of the Grasslands,"

to kill him, but he swiftly dispatched them all. He also slaughtered countless Mongol generals on the battlefield, ultimately leading the Ming army to unify the country and drive the Mongols back to the north.

After Zhu Yuanzhang's death, his son, Zhu Di, usurped the throne from his nephew. He was extremely sensitive about being accused of not being the legitimate heir, so he also pushed his martial arts to their limits, repeatedly launching northern expeditions that left the Mongols with countless corpses. While his "Sun and Moon Mirror" technique was not as powerful as his father's, it was still unparalleled in his time. However, among the descendants of Zhu Chongba, only the infamous and irresponsible Emperor Zhengde (Zhu Houzhao) successfully mastered the *Sun and Moon Mirror*. He even led the Ming army in a decisive battle against a Mongol prince who was harassing the border in Yingzhou. Using the *Sun and Moon Mirror*, Zhu Houzhao severely injured

the Mongol prince, who was practicing the "Great Desert Wolf Technique," preventing him from ever again invading the borders and allowing the Ming Dynasty's borders to enjoy decades of peace.

Although the *Sun and Moon Mirror* is a peerless martial art, it is extremely profound and difficult to master. Most members of the Zhu imperial family were dissolute and pleasure-seeking, and did not take martial arts seriously. Some practiced for a few months but, seeing no progress, abandoned it. Thus, this peerless martial art was forgotten by the unworthy descendants of Zhu Chongba.

Cibei had also heard of the wonders of the "Sun and Moon Mirror," and how those injured by its Yin-Yang dual force often had one side of their body charred black while the other was frozen solid, a truly bizarre sight. He embraced Kong Jing's corpse and said loudly to the Ninth Prince, "I never imagined that the long-lost divine skill of the 'Sun and Moon Mirror,' passed down from the Zhu imperial ancestors, would appear in the body of a eunuch. This is a royal martial art. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Emperor for stealing royal martial arts?"

"Stealing? This divine skill was bestowed upon me by the current Emperor six years ago. The Emperor likes carpentry, and since he wasn't interested in learning this divine skill passed down from Emperor Hongwu, he gave it to me, his servant. Since the Emperor wants me to practice it properly, how can I not do my best to master it?"

the Ninth Prince laughed.

Hearing this, everyone fell silent, knowing that what he said was probably true. Tianqi trusted the Ninth Prince immensely, spending his days engrossed in carpentry and neglecting even state affairs, let alone the royal martial arts passed down from their ancestors. Ironically, the once-powerful and unparalleled martial arts of the Zhu family were now being wielded by a ruthless and domineering eunuch.

Seeing Kong Jing die tragically at the hands of Wei Zhongxian, Zilong was filled with grief and rage, and was about to rush forward to fight him when Cibei grabbed him, saying, "Calm down. Rushing forward like this will only lead to your death; it's pointless. Master Kong Jing wouldn't want you to treat your life so lightly."

Zilong naturally knew that his martial arts were far inferior to the Ninth Prince's, but seeing Kong Jing's tragic death was heartbreaking. He knelt beside Kong Jing's body and secretly swore: Master, even if I am shattered to pieces, I will kill Wei Zhongxian to avenge you and my father.

Juebei and Kongjing were on good terms. Seeing Kongjing's tragic death, Juebei couldn't help but want to avenge him. He was about to step forward when Jueku stopped him and advised, "Senior brother, you mustn't. This villain's martial arts are too high. If you rush in rashly, you will only die a more miserable death. It's better to wait and see. If we can let others weaken his power, we will have a better chance of success when we make our move."

Juebei frowned and said, "It's not good for Shaolin's reputation to take advantage of others like this."

Jueku shook his head and said, "If you rush in rashly and die at the hands of the eunuch, what good will it

do for Shaolin?" Everyone knew that Kongjing's martial arts were high, yet he was defeated and killed by the Ninth Prince so quickly. It was clear that the Ninth Prince's martial arts were so high that even the Sword God might not be his match. The people from the Eastern Depot present were filled with flattery and sycophancy.

"The Ninth Prince's martial arts are unparalleled; he sent this bald monk to the underworld with a single move."

"Such an incompetent fool is incredibly lucky to die at the hands of the Ninth Prince."

"Those who know what's good for them should quickly drop their weapons and let the Ninth Prince do as he pleases, or he could drown you all with a single spit."

Zhan Changfeng witnessed the Ninth Prince's divine skills for the first time and couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. He was lucky to have already joined the Eastern Depot, and it seemed that none of the experts who came to assassinate the Ninth Prince would leave alive. Although he had harmed his father and Yun Ao, if he could eliminate them now, he wouldn't have to fear their future retribution. In an instant, the guilt in his heart was quickly swallowed up by his evil thoughts.

Liu Xing, on the other hand, was secretly shocked that the Ninth Prince's martial arts had reached such a transcendent level. Although he was confident that he was slightly better than Kong Jing, he probably wouldn't gain the upper hand after a few hundred moves. Unexpectedly, Kong Jing died tragically in less than ten moves. How many more moves could he have taken? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Father's divine skills are unparalleled! Why don't you kneel down and accept your death?"

Cui Yingyuan roared arrogantly, but dared not step forward. The Ninth Prince had ordered him not to interfere, and no matter how bold he was, he dared not disobey his father's orders.

Zihua whispered, "Everyone, this eunuch's martial arts are unfathomable. Master Kongjing sacrificed himself to help us discover the extent of his martial arts. Now, only by joining forces with the most skilled among us can we eliminate this villain."

Cibei knew this was true. Among the heroes of the assassination group, apart from the recently deceased Kongjing, he and Zihua Aoxue had the highest martial arts. Juebei, Jueku, and others were even inferior to them. The Ninth Prince stood atop the giant statue, holding a commanding position and having the advantage of terrain. The group could not use their numerical advantage to surround and attack him. At most, they could only have three people attack him from three directions, and those three people had to be the most skilled among them.

Having witnessed the power of the Nine Thousand Years Old, Ao Xue knew he was the most skilled martial artist she had ever seen. Even her brother-in-law would have struggled to kill Kong Jing without moving an inch. Now, the only way to defeat him was for the three of them to join forces. She nodded, "The Daoist is right. Only with the combined strength of the three of us can we have a chance to kill this villain."

After the three agreed, Zi Hua drew the Zhenwu Sword, passed down from Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, from behind her back. The sword gleamed with a dazzling cold light, its sharpness undiminished. Zhang Sanfeng had used this sword to slay countless villains in the past, and even after two hundred years, its sharpness remained undiminished. Ao Xue put on golden silk gloves; protected by these gloves, her hands were strong enough to withstand even the most powerful swords and blades, and her fingers and palms could pierce through metal and stone. Ci Bei, however, did not use any weapons, yet her hands began to turn as white as jade. Yun Ao knew her master had begun using the "Shattering Jade Palm."

This martial art, once mastered, allowed the hands to grip even the most powerful swords and blades with incredible strength.

Zi Hua said in a loud voice, "Your martial arts are superb. We know we are no match for you in a one-on-one fight, so today we can only rely on numbers to win."

"If one-on-one fights don't work, then you have to gang up on me? Of course, I'm in a very good mood today. No matter what you decide, I'll play along to the end,"

the Ninth Prince said leisurely.

Before he finished speaking, Zi Hua, Ci Bei, and Ao Xue simultaneously leaped up and attacked the Ninth Prince from the left, center, and right. These three were all top masters of the time, and three powerful energies simultaneously enveloped the top of the giant statue.

On the left, Zihua, wielding the True Martial Sword, unleashed the "Tai Chi Sword Technique."

Instantly, countless shimmering circles of light appeared before her, each one elusive and impossible to discern—

the pinnacle of the "Tai Chi Sword Technique." During the chaotic battle at Jiang Mansion, Wudang's Vice-Sect Leader, Ziwei, had also used the "Tai Chi Sword Technique"

against the Sword God, but it paled in comparison to Zihua's skill. The "Tai Chi Sword Technique"

was unparalleled in defense, but that didn't mean it was only for offense. The drawn sword circles constantly approached the opponent, capable of ensnaring them in its sharp edge and killing them instantly. Facing this most powerful enemy of her life, Zihua held nothing back, unleashing her ultimate move from the very first strike.

The Compassionate One in the middle lane then

elevated the "Formless Divine Skill" to its peak,

transforming it into countless pure white palm shadows that pressed down on the Nine Thousand Years Old like a tidal wave. Within these transformations, even more variations were hidden. Not a single move in the entire palm technique was a defensive move; every move was an offensive one. The "Shattered Jade Palm"

could be described as "better to be shattered jade than intact tile."

If the enemy could not be killed, it would be better to perish together with the jade.

On the right flank, Ao Xue pushed her "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill"

to its limit. Although her skill remained at the eighth level and had been repeatedly disrupted recently, it was still a significant improvement compared to her battles against Jue Ci at Jiang Mansion and Shaolin Temple. As long as the aphrodisiac within her body didn't flare up during her cultivation, her skill was already half a level above Liu Xing's. This battle was no small matter. She unleashed the "Willow Floss Palm Technique."

Her seemingly gentle and delicate jade palms floated down, but in reality, a single strike from her would shatter even refined iron. Among the three, her lightness skill was the highest, and her posture was the most graceful, as if she were a celestial maiden floating in the air. The audience below couldn't help but admire her, some feeling admiration, others experiencing a surge of lust.

The combined strength of these three masters was unprecedented. Even the Ninth Prince couldn't help but become serious in the face of their fierce attacks. Yin and Yang energies swirled around his body, his left cheek turning red and his right cheek blue, displaying an eerie color. He spun the red and blue energies with his hands, transforming them into a red round shield and a blue crescent-shaped energy blast to meet the three.

The four energies collided with a deafening roar, destroying all the tables and chairs in the large room. Deep marks from the blasting energy ripped across the pillars, and several roof beams collapsed. Dust and tiles rained down, obscuring the view of the colossus. Only the incessant sounds of palm strikes echoed from the statue, clearly indicating the intense battle between the four, leaving no room for intervention. As the dust settled, it became clear that the Nine Thousand Years Old was still standing atop the colossus, but he was no longer as composed as before; his expression was grave

. The head of the colossus beneath his feet had cracked open, while Zihua, Cibei, and Aoxue stood on the roof beams, surrounding the Nine Thousand Years Old.

With a crack, the head of the colossus beneath the Nine Thousand Years Old finally gave way and exploded. The headless colossus was now perched on its neck.

"Wei Yan, your martial arts aren't exactly invincible. If you were, why couldn't you protect your own statue? This headless statue isn't a good omen for you,"

Zhang Feiyan mocked. He knew that mindset was crucial in a duel between experts; if he could provoke the Ninth Prince and make him agitated, he might leave an opening for the three of them to exploit.

"That's right, your head won't be safe for long. Today is your death day,"

Zhan Wanhao and the others shouted, boosting morale considerably.

"Bullshit! You traitors dare to spout nonsense even on the verge of death! Our godfather hasn't even used his true skills yet!"

Cui Yingyuan and the other members of the Eastern Depot cursed incessantly, trying to cover up the fact that the Ninth Prince had lost a move.

"Enough!"

the Ninth Prince shouted. "The three of you combined your attacks and were indeed formidable. Zihua's defense was the strongest, Cibei's attack was the most ferocious, and Miss Liu's lightness skill was the fastest. Each of you had your strengths, and I, Wei, did indeed lose a move."

Everyone felt a chill. In fact, the Ninth Prince hadn't been at a disadvantage against the three of them in the previous exchange. It was just that the giant statue beneath his feet couldn't withstand the combined internal force of the four and exploded. Yet, he was willing to admit that he had lost a move, indicating that his mentality hadn't suffered much.

"If I don't move, I certainly can't defeat the three of you combined, so now I have no choice but to deal with you seriously!"

Before he finished speaking, the Ninth Prince's body blurred and he appeared on the beam. His speed was

no less than Aoxue's. Zihua was startled and quickly wielded the True Martial Sword. The Tai Chi sword circle transformed into large and small circles, pressing down on the Ninth Prince. Unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince ignored him and instead pounced on Cibei. Yin and Yang energies transformed into countless blade-shaped energy energies, slashing towards Cibei.

Although caught off guard, Cibei still managed to unleash his "

Shattering Jade Palm" to meet the opponent's palm strike head-on. In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of blows. Cibei's face turned pale, and he staggered back several steps, clearly at a disadvantage due to his inferior internal strength.

Yun Ao exclaimed, "Master!"

and was about to leap forward to help when Aoxue and Zihua launched a fierce attack on Jiuqiansui's back with both sword and palm strikes.

Unexpectedly, Jiuqiansui turned around and flicked his fingers, transforming the force into sword energy that shot towards the two. Zihua,

who could have intercepted the sword energy with his "Tai Chi Sword," stopped

his "Tai Chi Sword" stance to help Cibei. Faced with the sudden yin-yang sword energy, he was unable to withstand it. A sword energy struck his right shoulder, and he felt a scorching heat spreading throughout his right arm. He hurriedly jumped back, transferring the Zhenwu Sword to his left hand, and used his internal strength to resist the invading heat in his right arm. If he could not expel it in time, he would likely suffer the same fate as Luo Chongshan.

Ao Xue, with her unparalleled lightness skill, managed to use the "Seven Star Misty Steps" in time to counter the barrage of sword energy. She lightly touched

the beam, her body drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air to avoid most of the sword energy, but a sword still grazed her head, instantly severing the hairpin in her hair and leaving her long hair disheveled and in a sorry state. Ci Bei,

taking a deep breath, channeled his "Formless Divine Skill."

At the highest level of the ninth level, he pushed his palms out three times in quick succession, the three layers of palm force overlapping and fiercely striking at Jiu Qian Sui. Jiu Qian Sui, without turning his head, unleashed three consecutive punches backward.

Ci Bei felt as if his palm force had struck an ice wall, quickly swallowed by his opponent. Then, a surge of Yin energy struck his heart, and in an instant, his entire body felt as if it were about to freeze. Knowing that his meridians had been invaded by the Yin energy, he hurriedly punched his heart acupoint, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The blood, as soon as it hit the beam, instantly turned into blood-red ice streaks.

Yun Ao could no longer contain himself. Drawing his sword, he leaped onto the beam to protect Cibei, saying, "Master, I'm here to help you."

Cibei's expression changed drastically. "Get down quickly," he said. "I'm fine. You can't help me at all."

With that, he grabbed Yun Ao and threw him off the beam. Jiu Qian Sui nodded. "Truly, a deep bond between master and disciple! Don't worry, this junior isn't worthy of my killing." He

then struck Cibei with another palm.

After landing, Yun Ao wanted to climb back up, but Xiao Dan stepped forward and pressed his shoulder. "Brother, listen to your master. Going up will only be a burden to him."

"But... but am I supposed to just stay down there and do nothing?"

Yun Ao asked anxiously and angrily.

Xiao Dan was also anxious, but she knew that Yun Ao's martial arts were not good enough to join the battle, and her poison skills were only recently mastered and would be useless against a peerless master like Jiu Qian Sui. She could only place her hopes on Ao Xue and Zi Hua.

The saying "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold" applies to Ao Xue and Zi Hua. Ao Xue,

disregarding her long hair, activated her "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill." Her sleeves billowed, and butterflies fluttered down, enveloping the Nine Thousand Years Old. This was the light and graceful "Butterfly Palm Through Flowers."

Zi Hua struggled to suppress the spreading fire energy in her right arm, wielding the "Tai Chi Sword" with her left hand.

She pressed towards the Nine Thousand Years Old again. Although the large and small sword circles still seemed impeccable, her left hand was clearly less agile than her right.

The Nine Thousand Years Old ignored Ci Bei and turned around, leaping in front of the two like lightning. He conjured up the red sun and blue moon from his hands to meet the sword circles and butterflies.

With a flash of light, "crack, crack, crack!"

Several more roof beams broke and fell. The people in the house hurriedly dodged. In the chaos, a sword flashed, and a long sword was stuck in the wall more than five zhang high. It was Zi Hua's True Martial Sword. Zi Hua, her face bloodshot, sat on half a roof beam, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, trying to heal her wounds. Her Taoist robe was tattered and smelled of burning.

Compassion, his face ashen, knelt on the giant's neck, panting heavily. A layer of ice had formed on his palms; the Yin energy from the previous clash with the Nine Thousand Years Old had penetrated his meridians. He hadn't had time to expel it, and now the Yin energy was spreading throughout his body. He could only

fight back with his "Formless Divine Skill."

Meanwhile, on the broken beams of the roof, the Nine Thousand Years Old and Ao Xue were locked in a battle of internal strength, their palms facing each other. Ao Xue was pale and her arms trembled uncontrollably, while the Nine Thousand Years Old remained calm. His upper garment was pierced in several places, yet no blood was drawn. Ao Xue used the peak

power of the eighth level of her "Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill" to push her way through several times, feeling as if one side of her hands was a scorching volcano and the other a chilling ice wall. Her internal energy was struggling to advance under the torment of these two opposing and powerful forces. If it weren't for the invulnerable golden silk gloves she was wearing, her meridians would have been severely damaged.

"Very well... It's truly remarkable that you, at such a young age, possess such skill and have endured until now. If you submit, I will spare your life today,"

the Ninth Prince said softly.

Ao Xue, outwardly gentle but inwardly strong, would not easily yield to her opponent. She could only grit her teeth and endure. The Ninth Prince, anticipating that further delay would surely result in serious injury, felt a pang of pity and swung his arms. Ao Xue felt a sudden surge of internal energy, one cold and one hot, rushing upwards, causing her arms to fall limply.

The Ninth Prince's palm struck Ao Xue's left chest with lightning speed. Normally, with Ao Xue's unparalleled lightness skill, she wouldn't have been unable to dodge

, but unfortunately, affected by the Yin and Yang energies, her reaction was greatly slowed, and she couldn't avoid the palm strike to her chest. Everyone's hearts sank. The Ninth Prince's palm power was immense; it seemed Ao Xue was in grave danger. But when the Ninth Prince's right palm touched Ao Xue's high breasts, it immediately transformed into a claw, mercilessly gripping Ao Xue's large breasts.

"Oh..."

Ao Xue felt a sharp pain in her left breast. Looking down, she felt both ashamed and angry. The Ninth Prince grinned wickedly, "I can't believe a little girl not even twenty years old has such big breasts. I can barely hold them in one hand. Have you slept with men?"

He then began to vigorously rub Ao Xue's nipples. Ao Xue's breasts were extremely sensitive, and her nipples hardened immediately upon stimulation.

"Stop...stop!"

Ao Xue blushed deeply. Although she had been violated and even raped by lecherous men many times, she had never been so publicly humiliated in front of so many people. She tried to pull away, but her left breast was firmly gripped by his fingers, which dug deep into her flesh. Her arms were weak and powerless, and she had no way to resist.

"You eunuch, release Miss Liu!" Yun

Ao and the others shouted angrily from below, but dared not make a move. After all, Ao Xue's vital points were controlled, and if the Ninth Prince released his inner energy, her heart meridian would surely shatter.

"Godfather is truly invincible! Little wench, why don't you quickly submit to my godfather?"

"The Ninth Prince is invincible! It's such a blessing for a girl to have her breasts touched by his noble hands!"

The members of the Eastern Depot couldn't help but cheer and flatter the Ninth Prince after seeing him defeat three top masters. Many of them actually hoped that the Ninth Prince would strip Aoxue naked in public so they could feast their eyes. However, Dong San Niang's heart tightened. It seemed that the Ninth Prince had taken a liking to this slut. If that slut submitted to the Ninth Prince and became his woman, she would have no chance to take revenge.

Ao Xue strained her right leg and launched a powerful kick straight at the Ninth Prince's face. Unfortunately, her strength and speed were greatly diminished, and he easily dodged it. Before Ao Xue could retract her leg, he grabbed her slender foot and pressed her big toe against the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot. A surge of yin energy flowed from the Yongquan acupoint straight through her entire thigh, and Ao Xue's right leg instantly went numb and she leaned weakly against the Ninth Prince's shoulder. The Ninth Prince grinned lewdly and slid his hand down Ao Xue's ankle until he reached the slightly parted crotch between her legs and squeezed hard...

"Ah...ah...no..."

Ao Xue felt a soft, numb spasm in her lower abdomen, and a surge of heat flowed out. She knew something was wrong; the lustful poison she had suppressed seemed to be flaring up again. Her body had become abnormally sensitive, especially her genitals, which were aroused by the slightest touch. She tried to twist her body and use all her strength to expel the lust within her.

A woman's body is the most honest thing. No matter how strong Ao Xue's will was, the overflowing lustful fluid in her lower body had already betrayed her. Jiu Qian Sui felt his fingertips touching the warm liquid that was gradually rising on the mound of flesh and laughed, "Still saying no? Miss Liu, you're quite wet. It seems you have a lot of experience in bed."

"No... no... ah... ah..."

Ao Xue was already panting heavily, her face flushed, her lower body felt like it was on fire, and her crotch began to feel unbearably warm. Hot streams kept flowing out. She hated that her body was so uncooperative. Her body kept twitching, and saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth. She still wanted to resist, but the fatal thing was that whenever her lust was high and she ejaculated repeatedly, she could not muster her internal energy. The high lust made it impossible for her internal energy to circulate normally.

"You castrated dog, if you have the guts, release Miss Liu. Don't use a woman as a shield."

Yun Ao used provocation to get the Ninth Prince to release Ao Xue, while at the same time feeling his heart racing. In fact, the crowd around felt their mouths dry and their crotches uncomfortable watching the erotic scene of Ao Xue being molested by the Ninth Prince. Some people cursed loudly, but in their hearts they wanted to see the Ninth Prince strip Ao Xue naked. They never expected that Liu Ao Xue, who usually appeared noble and pure, would immediately reveal her true colors as soon as a man touched her. She was simply a harlot.

"A shield? You've reminded me, Miss Liu is quite the shield."

After saying that, the Ninth Prince struck several acupoints on Ao Xue with lightning speed. Now Ao Xue didn't even have the strength to move. The Ninth Prince picked up Ao Xue and jumped down. Everyone was so frightened that they quickly stepped back and drew their weapons, but no one dared to step forward. The Ninth Prince lightly drew his finger across Ao Xue's waist, and her belt broke off. Her trousers fell to her knees, revealing a pair of slender, snow-white legs and pink underpants that were already soaked between her legs. Ao Xue shook her head desperately and looked at the Ninth Prince with pleading eyes, but the other party only had naked desire in his eyes.

"You castrated dog...die!"

The most reckless of them all roared, swinging his broadsword straight at the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince smiled eerily, grabbing Aoxue and using her as a shield. Xiongbiao, terrified, hastily withdrew his sword, only to be struck on the face with a stinging pain, as if whipped by a steel whip, and was thrown more than ten feet away.

"Father..."

Yun Ao, shocked, rushed to help his father. Xiongbiao's face was swollen like a pig's head, his eyelids swollen shut, and half his face was covered in sticky fluid.

Yun Ao turned around, trembling with rage. The Ninth Prince had ripped off Aoxue's underpants, soaked with her vaginal fluids, and whipped them across Xiongbiao's face.

Aoxue's lower body was completely exposed to everyone's eyes, her thick pubic hair soaked with vaginal fluid, her crimson mound constantly flowing with it—it was enough to drive the men wild. The assembled heroes stared intently, not a single one stepping forward to curse her. Aoxue was so ashamed she wanted to disappear; she could only close her eyes, hoping it was all just a nightmare. Xiaodan was heartbroken to see her sworn sister publicly humiliated, but the Nine Thousand Years Old's martial arts were too high, and he was utterly despicable and shameless. Even with her great wisdom, she didn't know how to rescue Aoxue.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you were going to kill me? If you won't make a move, I will."

After saying that, Jiu Qiansui bent down and grabbed Ao Xue's slender foot, swinging the beautiful woman like a weapon at the crowd. Fearing that Ao Xue would be hurt, the crowd hurriedly dodged left and right. Jiu Qiansui's other hand pierced through his underpants, which were already soaked with Ao Xue's lustful fluids. Instantly, the underpants became like a steel whip, whipping up and down. Those who were whipped were immediately torn and fell to the ground, unable to get up. For a moment, Jiu Qiansui killed his way through the crowd of experts as if they were in an empty field.

Ao Xue felt dizzy and disoriented, her right foot felt like it was being clamped by iron pincers, and her body felt like it was being caught in a whirlwind. At this moment, she could only resign herself to fate. Yun Ao, both angry and furious, saw the attack and dodged Ao Xue's jade-like body with a low dodge, rushing forward and slashing his sword straight at the Nine Thousand Years Old's face. The Nine Thousand Years Old used his undergarments to hook Yun Ao's precious sword. Yun Ao pulled back with all his might, but the precious sword, which could cut through iron like mud, could not cut through the undergarments.

The Nine Thousand Years Old laughed, "Not bad, this is a reward for you."

With that, he raised his foot and kicked Ao Xue's dangling foot. Yun Ao felt as if he had been hit in the chest with an iron hammer and flew backward. After falling to the ground, he tasted sweetness in his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Dan was shocked and quickly stepped forward to feed him a "Snow Ginseng Jade Toad Pill".

Fortunately, his injury was not too serious. Only then did she notice that a soft silk boot was embedded in his chest. It turned out that the Nine Thousand Years Old had kicked Ao Xue's boot off and used it as a hidden weapon, hitting Yun Ao's chest.

The Ninth Prince grew increasingly excited, his thumb pressing firmly on the acupoints on Ao Xue's sole, massaging them with great force. Ao Xue felt her bladder swell, and a surge of foul-smelling, pale yellow urine gushed out from her lower abdomen. The Ninth Prince swung her around a few times, spraying urine all over the faces and bodies of the surrounding heroes.

"Heavens... why must I suffer such humiliation... let me die..."

Powerless and reduced to a plaything in the Ninth Prince's hands, Ao Xue cried out in sorrow to the heavens...

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