Fang Zong thought to himself that he was already used to Murong Zhen's peculiar way of thinking, but he still couldn't help but marvel at how clever Murong Zhen's brain was. "Well, I don't know how to use such a strategist. Bai Baixue, how about I give Murong Zhen to you and help you plot against the Jade Emperor?" Fang Zong said to the person next to him.
Bai Baixue completely ignored it. In fact, she didn't have much resentment towards the Jade Emperor, or rather, the past was not as good as the present. She just wanted to smash the ghost that had captured Zeng Rou into mincemeat.
A large stick rapidly shrank, then grew larger as it moved forward, stabbing straight through. This was not the legendary Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff), but merely a phantom of energy, which appeared to Zhu Youjian like a massive mountain.
A terrifying sense of oppression filled his mind, and the enormous golden cudgel filled his eyes.
He found that he couldn't dodge it, and he couldn't even muster the thought of dodging it; he could only take the blow head-on.
Before the golden cudgel even arrived, Yang Lingshan had already been crushed to pieces by the oppressive force. This descendant of one of his former ministers, a loyal and righteous man who had found his remains and reburied him, had become a ghost after his death. Zhu Youjian knew that ghosts had nothing to do with their living selves, and since he was also a ghost, he had no human emotions. He felt no sadness at Yang Lingshan's death, only great fear.
He didn't want to die.
He didn't want to die as easily as Yang Lingshan!
Zhu Youjian instinctively begged for mercy, but the memory of imperial dignity made him stiff and unable to utter a single word of submission.
"So be it. To die at the hands of the Monkey King, I, Zhu Youjian..."
majesty!
The majesty of an emperor!
Zhu Youjian suddenly remembered Emperor Yang of Sui, Yang Guang. He straightened his back and raised his chin slightly. He stared at the terrifying club rushing towards him, trying his best to die with more dignity... "Hey, wait!" Fang Zong suddenly spoke up. As he spoke, a three-pointed double-edged spear blocked Bai Baixue's Ruyi Jingu Bang. The two weapons, which were formed from energy, collided with a loud crash, and the small mountain above the cave collapsed.
The rubble, boulders, and even the trees and plants above all collapsed, turning the entire cave into a shattered mess.
Three beams of light shone brightly from the broken hill. No matter how big the rock was, it could not shake the three pillars of light. When the dust settled, the three pillars of light—pure blue, pure white, and bright yellow—still stood as they had always been.
"How terrifying! You almost killed me too."
Within the pure blue pillar of light, Fang Zong smiled and withdrew the surging true yang fire that filled his body.
His eyes were like scattered flower patterns, with golden pupils that emitted an extremely cold and terrifying light. Yang Jian shrugged and put away his three-pointed double-edged spear, while Bai Baixue casually released his Ruyi Jingu Bang.
Bai Baixue stared at Fang Zong, not understanding why he told her to stop, and even less why Zhao Xiao immediately intervened and stopped her after Fang Zong uttered just one sentence. "You're so bold," Bai Baixue said softly, a cold killing intent flashing in her eyes as she looked at Zhao Xiao.
Zhao Xiao's face was even colder than hers: "You can kill me in a hundred moves now, but even in six months, or ten days, you still won't be able to kill me. Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm actually quite curious about Zong-ge's eyes. They look a lot like your eyes when you were causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace."
As Zhao Xiao spoke, he rubbed the shaft of the three-pointed double-edged spear with his fingers.
Fang Zong did not answer, but instead pinched Zhu Youjian's head with one hand.
This was truly unexpected.
He thought it would be a fierce battle, and even if Zhu Youjian was smart and ran away when he saw him, it would still be a very long chase. Unexpectedly, Bai Baixue and Zhao Xiao made their move at the same time and destroyed Zhu Youjian's stronghold in one fell swoop, which also scared Zhu Youjian out of his wits.
He noticed that Zhu Youjian's face was pale, not because the ghost looked unpleasant, but because he was truly terrified, with blackish-green ghost bile oozing from the corner of his mouth.
An ordinary person would die instantly from this, but a ghost wouldn't, though it would completely lose its fighting ability...
"Oh, he looks really ugly."
"really."
"We haven't even really started fighting yet, and it's already like this. If we really start fighting, what will happen to emperors and generals..."
Zhao Xiao and Bai Baixue despised the status of "emperors and generals." One had been tricked by the Jade Emperor, and the other had not only been tricked by the Jade Emperor but had also engaged in activities like "Are emperors and generals born with a special destiny?" With just a few words, they made Zhu Youjian furious, but he lowered his head and dared not show his anger at all.
"You guys should say less," Fang Zong said, feeling a little uncomfortable.
This is... Emperor Chongzhen, Zhu Youjian.
The last emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youjian, hanged himself from a tree in the southeast, preferring death to surrender. His deeds were quite remarkable, and Fang Zong greatly admired him.
I never imagined that Emperor Chongzhen would become so pathetic after turning into a ghost.
He yelled at Bai Baixue and Zhao Xiao. Zhao Xiao didn't react much, but the proud Bai Baixue had already transformed the Ruyi Jingu Bang back into its original form. After thinking for a moment, she dissipated the energy.
Then……
"Why don't you become a ghost? Do you know how much I admire the Ming Dynasty!"
"The emperor guards the nation's gates, and the monarch dies for the country—that's incredibly noble, you know?"
"Why did it turn into a ghost? A ghost is no longer Zhu Youjian, you understand!"
"I still wanted to pay my respects to the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, but you have disappointed me greatly!"
Fang Zong raised his hand and began to smash the ghost Zhu Youjian's forehead with a series of blows.
With each hit, he shrank three inches. Before Bai Baixue could even complain, she discovered that Zhu Youjian had quickly transformed into a little ghost who wasn't even a proper magician.
Fang Zong's aura continued to rise, like bamboo blossoms, surging upwards segment by segment.
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