As I mentioned earlier, the relationship between the Liyang Dynasty and Longhu Mountain has long been bound due to the PY trading between Zhao Huangchao and Zhao Xuanzuo.
The qi fortunes of both parties are closely linked. To some extent, they have reached a point where one party's prosperity brings about the prosperity of the other, and one party's misfortune brings about the misfortune of the other.
Longhu Mountain needs the Liyang Dynasty to unify the realm and gain more qi fortune to maintain its sect's enduring prosperity. In return, Longhu Mountain is also expected to provide assistance to the Liyang Dynasty to the best of its ability.
For example, the portraits before you are one of the most powerful methods among them.
The reason these portraits are so powerful is that they were drawn by the various ancestors of Longhu Mountain before their ascension to the realm of immortals. They carry a fragment of the true spirit and will of the ancestors, serving as a medium to communicate with their respective bodies in the celestial realm. Afterward, they can then manifest their own power and project it into the mortal world.
Although the combat power would still be significantly reduced, with the preparation of an excellent host in advance, one can at least unleash the power equivalent to or above the First Rank of Xuyuan realm. Even becoming a land god is not out of the question.
More than sixty martial artists with Golden Diamond body strength, at least Xuyuan realm qi machine, and possibly several land gods among them.
Such a luxurious lineup would make even Wu Xian look inadequate. Not to mention if Wang Xianzhi were to join, he would likely have no choice but to flee in disarray.
But remember, this is the Imperial Palace of Liyang. The Celestial Watching Hall and Longhu Mountain have already set up a large array. Unless you are an expert in arrays, even if a celestial being were to descend, it would be difficult to escape.
This one's for sure!
Thinking this in his heart, Zhao Xiyi couldn't help but exhale a long breath. At the same time, an image of his eldest son, Zhao Danping's tragic death a month ago, emerged in his mind, bringing forth a surge of satisfaction.
"Wu Xian, child, I originally wanted to wait for the unification of the Liyang realm before taking you to account. But since you are so unreasonable, then today, this Liyang Palace will be your final resting place."
Mumbling to himself, the ancestors of Longhu Mountain, who had emerged from the portraits, floated to the exterior of the hall and selected one of the palace guards in armored suits for possession.
It was just a few breaths later that more than sixty of the three hundred armored soldiers immediately began to emit purple-golden radiance, and their aura shot up rapidly, visible to the naked eye.
In addition, their bodies were also gradually changing, their appearance matching that of the portrait in the pavilion.
One could see that these ancestors of Longhu Mountain who ascended to the celestial realm carried ancient swords, held purple-golden treasuries, and some even held whisks. It was truly as if a deity had descended from the heavens.
Among them, there were three individuals whose qi was the most potent.
One rode a celestial white deer, exuding an arrogant and magnificent aura.
One wore a lotus flower crown, with flowing sleeves and a crane robe, exuding an aura of great compassion.
The last one exuded the most killing intent, with a youthful appearance. With a mere lift of his hand, a talismanic sword that had been enshrined in the Celestial Watching Hall for hundreds of years shot through the air and landed into the hands of this immortal.
"Where is the demon!"
...
At the same time, in the Liyang Palace...
The sky was overcast with dark gray clouds that enveloped an area of a hundred miles.
Outside the Taiji Hall, Wu Xian walked up the long steps of lustrous white marble alone, with a leisurely and confident stride. Behind him was an impenetrable, dark red mist.
That was made up of the blood and flesh of tens of thousands of soldiers in the imperial city, filled with their final fear and resentment before death.
If a demonic cultivator from the martial arts world were to witness this scene, they would be overjoyed and would quickly strike out to collect these abundant blood qi, using it to refine spiritual weapons or cultivate extremely powerful and cruel demonic cultivation techniques.
Inside the Taiji Hall, the aging emperor, the grand ministers, and a gathering of princes and princesses, as well as the consorts of the harem, all watched in pale faces as Wu Xian approached them slowly. Their gaze seemed not to be on a person but on a devil emerging from hell.
"Sword Demon Wu Xian!"
Among the ministers, Zhuang Julei, the head of the cabinet, stepped forward with a solemn expression, looking at Wu Xian. "You are truly going to commit this treacherous act and ignore the well-being of all the people in the world."
"You must know that the world has been in chaos for many years. Liyang has worked hard to gain a unified trend. If you really want to destroy everything and kill without mercy today, the upcoming peaceful era will be swept away, and the chaotic Spring and Autumn period will resume."
"Moreover, the Beidi Empire will not let this be an opportunity to let the grass grow. They will definitely ride across the Central Plains and cause chaos and suffering, do you really want to see such a scene?"
"Hmm, that's quite reasonable. But…what of it? Have I ever said I wanted to exterminate the Liyang Dynasty?"
Wu Xian spread his hands. "From beginning to end, I never said I wanted to destroy Liyang. It's you who sent large armies to block my path and attack me. How can I not defend myself?"
Zhuang Julei choked upon hearing this and subconsciously asked, "Then why didn't you explain earlier?"
"You didn't ask either!"
"……"
"Don't look at me like that. I'm sure everyone knows that Wu was only a novice in the martial arts world a few months ago. He was still a clueless, rough and tough guy who only spoke with his fists. Because he had never seen so many people shouting at him and attacking him in his first time, he got nervous and forgot what to say."
"……"
The crowd fell silent once more, seemingly astonished at the audacity of such a shameless person in the world.
After a long time, the aging emperor Zhao Li finally spoke up from behind the crowd: "So, what is your purpose for entering my Liyang Palace without permission?"
"It's simple. I've been entrusted to take your life."
Wu Xian smiled mischievously.
The aging emperor did not seem surprised. He continued, "Who entrusted you with this task?"
"General Xu Xiao!"
Wu Xian said these five words with great emphasis, and when he heard his answer, the crowd fell silent. Then there were various sounds of surprise or anger.
"It's actually Xu Xiao?!"
"How is that possible! Why would Xu Xiao want to kill the emperor!"
"Could it be because of his recall to the capital this time?"
"Good! I have always known that the mud-legged man was hiding something evil! Now the cat is out of the bag!"
...
A group of grand ministers and dignitaries spat with fury. They had harbored resentment towards Xu Xiao for some time, jealous of his power and the emperor's trust in him. Hearing from Wu Xian that Xu Xiao was the mastermind behind everything, they lost no opportunity to denounce him as the worst traitor in history.
However, the prime minister Zhang Jule and the aging emperor Zhao Li paid no attention to these voices.
It doesn't matter whether Wu Xian's words were obvious lies. Just look at their understanding of Xu Xiao, they would not believe that he would do such a thing.
Xu Xiao dare not revolt, let alone rebel!
"Judging from your expression, it seems like you don't believe?"
Wu Xian stared at the expression of the aging emperor, his lips curling slightly.
"If I tell you that Xu Xiao knew you were going to kill Wu Su long ago, and also knew that his son is the reincarnation of the True Martial Emperor!"
Bang!!
As if a thunderous noise had sounded in his ears, the aging emperor felt his mind go blank, his whole body unconsciously retreated two steps, almost falling.
Xu Xiao knew?
How could he possibly know...? Could it really be him!?!
Just then, a boundless and immense qi surge pressed down, interrupting the aging emperor's thoughts.
Everyone looked up and saw that from the Celestial Watching Hall, one after another immortals of Daoist appearance were flying in.
"Evil ones, die by my hand!"
An immortal with a sword leaned forward, unsheathed his sword behind him, and swung it like lightning towards Wu Xian.
