Xuan Bajing was startled and dared not underestimate him as a eunuch anymore, but instead regarded him as an opponent of equal caliber.
His expression was solemn. With a wave of his hand, the eight flying swords flew back and circled around him.
With a mechanical click, the eight flying swords were joined together perfectly, eventually forming a giant sword.
Xuan Bajing shouted and swung the giant sword at Eunuch Wen.
As the giant sword was swung, an even larger phantom of sword energy appeared almost instantly above Eunuch Wen's head, directly covering the blue light shield around him.
With a loud bang, even with Eunuch Wen's Pure Yang Boy Skill, he couldn't withstand such power, and the blue light shield around him shattered instantly.
He hurriedly used his movement technique to dodge to the side, finally avoiding that terrifying sword strike.
At this moment, lightning flashed in the air, and Xuan Bajing had disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already beside Eunuch Wen, and he directly attacked the opponent with a palm strike.
At the same time, the giant sword transformed into eight flying swords that moved in sync with him, attacking his opponent from various strange angles at speeds that were difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Eunuch Cao snorted coldly, his hands glowing with two blue lights as he blocked Xuan Bajing's attack with his fists. At the same time, the protective aura around his body made it difficult for the eight flying swords to harm him for a while.
Seeing the two locked in a fierce battle, unable to determine a victor for the time being, Zhao Hao withdrew his gaze and coldly said to a certain spot on the Golden Summit, "Zhao Jing, I know you're here. What's the meaning of sending out these shrimp soldiers and crab generals one by one while you hide in the back?"
Guan Chouhai and Xuan Bajing blushed. Normally, if anyone dared to call them shrimp soldiers and crab generals, they would teach them a lesson in no time. But when these words came from Zhao Hao's mouth, they really couldn't refute them. Although the two were Grandmasters, they were still some distance away from Earth Immortals, so they couldn't refute Zhao Hao's words.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked over from a small path. He was imposing and exuded an air of nobility. It was none other than King Qi, Zhao Jing.
The other officials were trapped in the Jieyin Hall halfway up the mountain, and no one knew how he got up there.
"Your Majesty is indeed insightful; nothing can be hidden from you," Prince Qi remarked, a confident smile on his face, as if his years of planning had finally come to fruition.
Zhao Hao looked at him calmly: "You've been fighting with me for so many years, but in the end you still couldn't resist taking the risk."
King Qi smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty's words are rather insincere. If I don't take action, you will find a way to get rid of me sooner or later. Isn't this all because you forced me to do this?"
Zhao Hao frowned: "Our conflict is, after all, an internal struggle between brothers. Now that you've colluded with outsiders, you might ruin the future of our Great Zhou."
King Qi's face darkened, and he said with a hint of anger, "Brother? Do you still consider me a brother? According to the law, this throne should have been mine, but you would rather pass it on to your idiot son than give it to me. Do you even consider me a brother?"
Zhao Hao said calmly, "Since ancient times, the eldest son has always inherited the throne. You've only caused these troubles because you had unrealistic ambitions."
King Qi laughed loudly a few times: "I never thought you would even renege on the agreement between Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you have forgotten your ancestors."
"You insolent fool!" Zhao Hao's face turned cold. "I am still the emperor. Is this kind of insubordination in accordance with ancestral laws?"
"Now that things have come to this, what's the use of saying these high-sounding words? There are ignorant people here, so there's no point in you pretending to be a wise ruler." King Qi glanced at him disdainfully, completely unmoved by his act.
"Has the true intentions been revealed?" Zhao Hao glanced around. "You alone wouldn't dare to do something like this. Who else is helping you? Bring them out. If I'm not mistaken, there are at least some members of the Witch Clan. The only one capable of using the Soul-Losing Technique on Wang Wuxie is probably the Grand Elder, Wu Wuyan."
"It is my honor to have the Emperor remember my name." A sinister smile rang out, and Wu Wuyan's somewhat hunched figure walked over from the other side. The cane in her hand tapped the ground with an inexplicable rhythm, as if it were in harmony with the great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Even Zhao Hao glanced at her again.
"I didn't expect your skills to improve so much over the years. No wonder Wang Wuxie fell into your hands." Zhao Hao sneered.
“I have always admired the demeanor and character of Master Wang. It’s a pity that we are on opposing sides. Even if Zhilan is in power, we have to eliminate him.” Wu Wuyan glanced at Wang Wuxie’s corpse not far away and a trace of sadness appeared on his face. “It is a pity that such a brilliant person died like this.”
Many people in the room had strange expressions. Judging from her tone, could it be that she still harbored feelings for Wang Wuxie?
"Cat's tears are just a charade," Zhao Hao sneered. "It's understandable that your Witch Clan has always acted unscrupulously, but what kind of Buddha are you, this so-called compassionate master, who did such a thing!"
“Amitabha!” Master Jianhuang of Wuyou Temple slowly walked out from another direction. “His Majesty’s cultivation is indeed divine. I thought I had hidden it well, but I didn’t expect that His Majesty would still find out.”
Then he said to the person not far away, "Everyone else, come out too. The Emperor has already discovered you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wuchang, the young monk Jie Se, and some trusted masters from various sects also came out.
The three leaders, Qi Wang, Wu Wuyan, and Jianhuang Dashi, stood in a tripartite formation, subtly surrounding Zhao Hao in the center, while Feng Wuchang and the others faced the remaining embroidered envoys and imperial guards on the golden summit from afar.
Zhao Hao's gaze fell on Feng Wuchang: "I knew that with Wang Wuxie's cultivation, even if he was ambushed, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state. It turns out that you, the traitor, were the one who colluded with him from the inside."
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