385. Please embark on your journey (35 days)

A gorgeous, colorful silk dress, embroidered with a peach-pink strapless blouse, covering her vital parts!

Her thoughts wandered, her figure like a butterfly in flight, her long, straight legs swaying gently as her skirt billowed like a whirlwind.

It's so captivating that you don't want to look away.

Then, the blade flashed, and at the same time, the four men were stabbed hundreds of times, instantly turning into minced meat.

Blood splattered all over the ground and splashed around.

The surrounding guests immediately retreated in disarray. Their mouths gaped open, and they were so frightened that they forgot to scream.

The fourth prince, the fifth prince, the sixth prince, and many others around them were all pale-faced and had even forgotten to breathe.

It felt as if I were in complete darkness, surrounded by raging floods and ferocious beasts, my heart pounding, as if I wanted to escape through my own chest.

The person protecting them from behind was on edge, their back soaked with sweat and cold sweat streaming down their forehead.

His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and his hands, gripping the weapon, trembled incessantly.

He thought to himself, 'The Third Prince is hiding his true intentions well. Even the Martial Emperor is dead; what chance do we have?'

They remained silent, not daring to make the slightest movement for fear of causing a misunderstanding. This strange swordsmanship was truly swift.

Finally, among the crowd, Jiu Yi began to vomit. The young man and the graceful young woman could no longer bear it and began to vomit profusely.

On the ground, the four people, chopped into mincemeat, remained silent, perhaps with unfulfilled wishes.

Looking around, he saw everything that was being avoided. In a flash, he arrived at the corpse of the old demon and searched it carefully. He found a bag containing some gold and silver notes.

There are also some secret manuals and mental techniques, the names of which sound rather vicious. I'll keep them all safe, along with a few bottles of pills. I'll deal with them when I get back. I gently lit the blade, and the old demon inside instantly burst into flames.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stand still. The princes and other people of high status looked around, but dared not make a move.

A profound sense of death enveloped them. Death was so close. Besides fear, they felt powerless and overwhelmed by the unbearable embarrassment.

Head bowed, silent, a look of unspoken intent in his eyes.

Watching the God of Slaughter go out to deal with the old demon's corpse, the group exchanged glances, their thoughts echoing the same thing.

But others were even faster. In an instant, everyone in the hall rushed towards the door at their fastest speed, moving with incredible speed. They wished their parents had two more legs.

They ran up to the third floor, and many more leaped from the fourth floor, their movements agile, like a flying bird.

At this moment, the princes disregarded everything and hurriedly prepared to go down from the fourth floor, with the people behind them following closely behind, rushing down from the fourth floor.

The sixth prince, seeing the four-story building, was immediately filled with fear. In a panic, he cried out, "Wait for me! I'm afraid of heights!"

He usually neglects his training, and his talent is only average, not as outstanding as one might imagine.

The old man behind him gently lifted him up, and in a flash, they were gone.

The Sixth Prince patted his chest, watching the Fourth and Fifth Princes disappear. His face fell silent, and his heart sank.

The old man behind him looked helplessly at the silent sixth prince and fell silent for a moment.

Among the princes, the sixth prince was indeed the least talented in cultivation. He was also somewhat self-destructive and neglected his cultivation, only thinking about enjoying himself.

Unfortunately, his family and even himself did not want to see this happen. Everyone who had survived the chaos of the previous dynasty was covered in blood.

Once the sharp edges have been smoothed out, it's not easy to make them sharp again.

Look at the borderlands, a murderous star has risen.

The brutal killings, the arrogant tone, and the undeniable strength.

They killed Old Demon Li, who possessed the innate supernatural power of spatial concealment, making it impossible to pinpoint his exact location.

Moreover, his strength should not be underestimated. He possesses the power of a Martial Emperor, along with insidious methods and a brutal mentality. He is a formidable opponent.

They killed the old demon Li, as well as the deeply hidden Third Prince.

Thinking about it this way, it's even more difficult to predict what kind of person the eldest prince is. After all, he was the Holy Emperor's first son, whom he doted on. He was also the Holy Emperor's first love, and now that he's passed away, it's hard to say.

The second prince guards the south, resisting the invasion of the sea tribes. He trains his troops through battle, which already gives him great prestige. It also strengthens his will, so he will surely achieve great success in his cultivation in the future. His achievements will definitely not be small.

His exact cultivation level is currently impossible to guess, and his loyal subordinates make it impossible for him to infiltrate his ranks.

The other princes were somewhat lacking; the Ninth Prince's maternal family was of average means, and his family lacked a strong foundation of power.

It is difficult to ascend to a high position, and now chaos is gradually emerging.

If everyone were of one mind, it could be suppressed; however, these aristocratic families all have their own plans.

Looking at the pale-faced and still silent Sixth Prince, and recalling He Shaxing from just now, he fell silent for a moment.

He whispered, "Your Highness, please leave first."

The sixth prince looked at the footsteps in the distance, the sound of metal clashing, approaching in a unified manner like an earthquake shaking the mountains.

His face turned from white to black, and he was furious and embarrassed. His veins bulged, and he growled, "This peasant deserves to die. He disregards the law and dares to kill my third brother."

How can we establish our authority if we don't kill him?

If we don't kill him, how can we intimidate the world? If everyone did that, there wouldn't be enough of us to kill.

I'm going to the palace. I want my eldest brother to kill this man and slaughter the people of the borderlands.

The sixth prince seemed to have lost his mind, or perhaps he had been subjected to a severe shock, and was talking nonsense.

His eyes gleamed with a strange light, a bizarre smile played on his lips, his expression shifting between twisted and terrified, and as he spoke, he began to run forward, his steps unsteady.

The old man sighed slightly, and with a gentle movement, his burst of true energy struck the man's back, causing him to faint. He then caught the sixth prince and quickly left.

The once magnificent hall was now a scene of utter devastation.

The doors and windows were broken, and there were traces of the attack everywhere. A heavy and tense atmosphere filled the air.

The once magnificent palace is now dilapidated, as if telling the story of the fierce battle that just took place.

The body of the deceased has been carried out. This time, such a high-ranking minister has died. These were all pillars of the country, each representing a region and controlling many personnel matters.

Now that they're all dead, things will probably get chaotic again.

Vice Minister Wang died, as did Imperial Censor Qi, the Left and Right Imperial Censors, and Junior Guardian Wei.

Broken tiles were scattered throughout the palace, like a fallen person reduced to a handful of yellow earth.

Those who remained were now ashen-faced and extremely unsightly, while a few others lowered their heads, their eyes revealing a strange hint of joy.

The eldest prince remained calm as he gazed at the shattered hall. His mind calmed down; he realized that being too comfortable for too long, without the strength of an invincible warrior, was a path to death.