298 The Twenty-Seventh Chapter of the Royal City's Turmoil

Those with ill intentions thought to themselves, 'The love flowers of this world are not something you mortals can resist. You are truly foolish mortals. You are so fascinated by a mere illusion. How ignorant you are!'

"Good boy, just beg me later!" he thought to himself with a smile, as if he could already see the outcome.

Suddenly, Emperor Wu found himself in a place where the peaks pierced the clouds, with a clear stream flowing below. The stone walls on both sides shimmered with five colors, and the green forests and bamboos were lush and verdant, present in all four seasons. It was as beautiful as a paradise, with small bridges and flowing water, as well as elegant screens and familiar, noble tables and chairs with dragon and phoenix carvings. It was as if he had returned to the past. It was truly a beautiful scene on earth, and he fell silent for a moment.

In a brief moment, I was immersed in the beauty of the past, along with jealousy, resentment, and a mix of other emotions. I wasn't alone; my thoughts were a jumble of noise, as if witnessed by thousands of people, each with their own unique perspective. Some were driven mad with jealousy, some were filled with fond memories, and some were filled with longing.

One person with a thousand faces, displayed vividly in an instant!

At the same time, Jingzhai held his breath and concentrated. A jade bottle suddenly appeared in his hand, and he quickly swallowed a red pill. His Martial Emperor cultivation rapidly rose to the peak. Eager to try, a huge vortex quickly gathered in the air, but the timing was not right!

A glimmer of golden light appeared, like the holy light of a lotus flower. Under the illumination of this light, a black figure swiftly darted through the night, graceful as a startled swan and agile as a swimming dragon, like a bolt of lightning piercing the dark border between the three places.

The sword flashed with starlight, its golden light like a cleaving light in the darkness. The rider moved with the agility of a swallow, his skill reaching its limit, moving so fast that it was impossible to tell what was happening!

The Heart-Questioning Sword Technique, as swift as a startled swan, comprises seven sword forms, flowing seamlessly together, yet like a fleeting glimpse of beauty, both stunning and deadly. Each strike carries a sharp gust of wind, cleaving through any spatial obstruction in its path.

Her movements were graceful, like a startled swan dancing under the moonlight, each move perfectly placed around the Emperor Wu.

At this moment, there was no fear, only a terrifying calm. In an instant, Wu Huang's vision became as bright as day, and he felt a slight pain all over his body, a sensation he hadn't felt in a long time.

One fierce strike after another, as if to cleave his entire body in two. His body felt instantly locked in place, and he immediately sensed danger. In the blink of an eye, he ran away, not even thinking of fighting to the death.

Living in the yin realm, barring unforeseen circumstances, one can live much longer. By burrowing into the surroundings and escaping to distant places, one can vanish instantly after the scenery changes, leaving no trace for those in the yang realm. This seems to be the protection of the yin realm.

King Wu immediately prepared to flee. This was his life-saving trick that he had used for many years. Unlike those brainless creatures who only knew how to fight and devour without knowing how to hide, he could recover quickly by absorbing more blood essence next time, slowly hunting down and devouring his own kind.

Truly, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, not even after ten years!

Caught off guard by the powerful sword strike, he didn't even blink. With his right hand, he quickly raised the weapon made from the Love Flower, turned to flee, and at the same time, a strange three-foot-long weapon, resembling an axe but not quite, appeared in his other hand. He swiftly swung it down, and a surge of dark energy erupted from his hand, heading straight for Jingzhai.

At this moment, Jingzhai had pushed the power of the elixir to its limit, and his physical cultivation to its peak. Eager to try, he did not back down. He unleashed the full force of the Wenxin Sword, combining the seven techniques into one, like seven dragons with their heads—a gigantic dragon head charging forward, heading straight for the King of Wu. Golden energy pierced the dark night sky, as if igniting the ultimate yang energy, devouring the darkness of the yin land.

Seeing the golden sword strike coming, unable to dodge in time, King Wu shouted in a loud voice, "Saw Slash!" His mouth roared continuously, but it was no longer human language and could not be understood at this moment.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, as if determined to perish together with his opponent. His face was no longer filled with confidence; only a cruel light gleamed in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour Jingzhai. His enormous and ferocious hand gripped a disproportionately large weapon, but powerful energy erupted from it, fiercely attacking towards their mutual destruction.

Without the slightest compromise or fear, he was extremely calm and resolute at this moment, knowing in his heart that if he could not injure or kill the Wu Emperor, the consequences of being dragged on for too long would be unpredictable.

He once again channeled his power, and the Sword of Inquiry blazed with golden light, as if a divine dragon had descended to earth, or like a Buddhist holy radiance, grand, righteous, and capable of vanquishing evil. It concentrated all its power and thrust straight at the target, the point between Wu Huang's eyebrows.

The swords moved with incredible speed, each strike delivered with all their might. The two collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar that shattered the silence of the three realms' intersection. But strangely, the sound didn't travel that far.

At least, within the Yang Realm, the news of Stone Village hadn't spread. If anyone were to look from afar, Stone Village would appear utterly silent, devoid of any sign of life—dead stillness, utter stillness. Leaves and grasses were withered; even wood and stone seemed unable to survive.

The shockwaves from the two central explosions rippled outwards, causing the surrounding ghosts and eerily resurrected skeletons to involuntarily retreat—a fear emanating from their very souls. Though already dead, they were unwilling to die again.

Read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear; die a hundred times and what will become of you? Will you still be the same person you were before?

Jingzhai, a hero of the sword, unleashed his formidable sword energy, aiming straight for the Emperor Wu's brow. But in an instant, a saw-like blade slashed towards him. Before he could react, he released his Heart-Questioning Sword to dodge, but he was still a fraction of a second too late. A mouthful of crimson blood spurted out, and his face turned ashen. His protective breath-holding technique was instantly broken, and he inhaled a strange fragrance. As the fragrance entered his body, he immediately realized something was wrong; he was no longer under his control.

The King of Wu was slashed through the forehead by a sword, and the pain almost made him kneel down. Instantly, he lost control. His main consciousness could not be fully controlled, and other consciousnesses roared in. Some were terrified and wanted to turn around and run away, while others were cruel and bloodthirsty, seeking revenge on the spot.

His face instantly became even more terrifying, contorted with a ferocious, bloodthirsty expression, as if he wanted to tear apart and devour all living beings. His body trembled, and he let out a shrill roar that sent chills down one's spine.

At this moment, King Wu was extremely ferocious. His main consciousness could not make a decision and was instantly fought over by other consciousnesses. Suddenly, his consciousness returned, and he made a decisive decision. He did not choose to continue fighting. He suddenly prepared to explode his body, wanting to transform into thousands of human figures and escape in all directions.

In the past, his escape methods always succeeded. The myriad shadows would disintegrate and scatter in all directions, moving at lightning speed, making them impossible to catch. As long as one shadow escaped, he could slowly recover and take revenge even after ten thousand years.