Meanwhile, back at the Eastern Palace, Zhu Xie Chixin also tried to intercept the assassins who were being sent away, but was stopped by the long-haired woman.

His eyes turned cold, and the Soul-Hooking Chain in his hand became truly elusive, as if it were a death scythe from hell.

Unfortunately, every attack was blocked by that nimble little sword.

The small sword wasn't being held in her hand, but it seemed to possess a spirit, automatically flying around the long-haired woman, always managing to block the tricky, soul-snatching chains at just the right moment.

Zhu Xie Chixin frowned, searching his mind for any woman in the world who would use such a short sword, especially one with the cultivation of a Grandmaster. However, after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anyone who fit the description. He did have a few candidates, but they didn't quite match the woman in front of him.

After blocking more than a dozen moves, the long-haired woman smiled faintly: "I'm not playing with you anymore."

She sensed that the others under her command had already gone far away, but something seemed to have happened to her apprentice, so she went to help.

But as soon as she moved, Zhu Xie Chixin blocked her way.

The long-haired woman frowned: "Why bother? You should know you can't stop me. If we really fight, and you accidentally damage your foundation, it might take decades to recover."

Zhu Xie Chixin's face was cold: "Your cultivation level is truly rare in my life. It's a pity that although I can't stop you, don't forget that this is the imperial palace. Do you think the emperor can't stop you?"

The woman chuckled softly, "Don't try to fool me. I know the Emperor is currently... and can't possibly get here in time."

"Is that so?" Zhu Xie Chixin suddenly pulled out a bright yellow imperial edict, quickly unfolded it, and read aloud, "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees..."

The woman's expression changed drastically. With her knowledge, she naturally knew that this was the Embroidered-Robed Envoy acting on behalf of the Emperor, but it was rarely used. How could it be such a coincidence that Zhu Xie Chixin happened to be carrying such an imperial edict?

She dared not delay, and her short sword transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards Zhu Xie Chixin, hoping to shut him up before he finished speaking.

Unfortunately, Zhu Xie Chixin was already a half-step Grandmaster, so it wasn't so easy for her to kill him instantly.

The flying sword flew in front of him, and a huge golden hand emerged from the imperial edict.

Previously, the flying sword pierced through the fiery palm of Zhu Xie Chixin, but when faced with this golden palm, it emitted a trembling, mournful sound.

The golden palm quickly touched the tip of the sword and continued forward without stopping. The previously indestructible flying sword shattered into pieces. The golden palm continued forward and arrived in front of the long-haired woman in an instant.

Zhu Xie Chixin kept staring intently at the long-haired woman. Logically speaking, if one's natal flying sword is destroyed, the owner should suffer severe injuries or even lose the ability to resist on the spot. But why did this woman seem completely unaffected?

Could it be that this flying sword is not her destined weapon?

The long-haired woman was not unaffected; her heart was pounding and her expression was quite solemn. She opened her arms and slowly rose up, her long hair, which reached her hips, moving without wind. Then, a crescent moon rose behind her.

"Huh, why is there another moon?" Many people in the Eastern Palace rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

The crescent moon radiated a calm and serene light. The long-haired woman, whose figure was already graceful and beautiful, was now bathed in the crystalline moonlight. Even though she was dressed in night clothes, she still looked like a fairy from the moon palace descending to earth.

Bathed in the beautiful moonlight, many people in the Eastern Palace were astonished to find that their companions seemed to have stopped moving. No, they seemed to be moving very, very slowly, slower than a snail.

Zhu Xie was shocked. He naturally understood what was going on: a cultivator of the light element had frozen time!

Of course, this is not a true freezing of time, but rather a slowing down of the enemy's movements within a certain range, as if time has been frozen.

There are very few people with the Light element, and even fewer who have reached this level. Suddenly, a person popped into his mind.

No wonder she always used flying swords as weapons, only resorting to the Crescent Wheel in the most critical moments; we should have guessed it was hers long ago!

The Demonic Cult Leader, Yun Jianyue!

At this moment, the golden hand seemed to be affected by the tranquil moonlight, and its speed gradually slowed down.

Unfortunately, the long-haired woman couldn't be happy, because although the hand had slowed down, it was still pressing down slowly.

His palm wasn't too far from hers; even at snail's pace, it wouldn't take long for it to reach her.

She gritted her teeth, swung her hands, and the bright crescent moon behind her slammed forward, colliding with the palm with a loud bang.

Then many people in the Eastern Palace discovered they had gone deaf. It took a long time before they could hear again, but their heads were still buzzing, and many people's ears were bleeding.

The Eastern Palace, which was inscribed with a protective magic array, had been razed to the ground by the aftermath of the battle.

Considering all the fierce battles that followed, the buildings of the Eastern Palace remained undamaged, demonstrating their exceptional resilience.

But even the strongest has its limits, and how could it withstand the aftershocks of a battle against someone above the Grandmaster level?

Zhu Xie Chixin coughed up a mouthful of blood. He had just protected the remaining people of the Eastern Palace from being killed by the aftershocks of the battle, and thus he was also seriously injured.

At this moment, the golden hand gradually dissipated, and the long-haired woman disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the emperor's face slowly solidified in the void, and the huge phantom slowly said, "That person is seriously injured and cannot run far. Zhu Xie Chixin, you must capture her!"

"Yes, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!" Zhu Xie Chixin knelt down and bowed.

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