In Chapter 238 of "Land of the Sword Immortals," Zhu Xie Chixin faces Guan Chouhai, a grandmaster who has been famous for many years.
He himself had just been promoted to Grandmaster. Although he had fought Guan Chouhai to a standstill with his special death aura, he would definitely be no match for him in the long run.
Although he only had a moment to deal with Li Changsheng, he originally thought he would have time to return to defend Guan Chouhai, but he seriously underestimated the strength of a Daoist sect leader.
Guan Chouhai did not waste this fleeting opportunity, activating the Vajra Bracelets to deliver a fatal blow.
An even more terrifying death aura erupted out of control, and even powerful figures like Li Changsheng and Guan Chouhai hurriedly dodged backward to avoid it.
Enveloped in deathly aura, the flowers, plants, and trees within a radius of several dozen feet withered and turned yellow instantly.
Zhu Xie Chixin, kneeling in the center, was barely breathing, clearly indicating that he had lost all hope.
The expressions of everyone else in the room changed, and Li Changsheng said with a solemn look: "To be able to gather such a strong death aura, how many people must have died at your hands?"
Although Zhu Xie Chixin was the commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Robe Envoys and countless officials had died at his hands, it was impossible for him to have cultivated such death energy. Even if all the officials in the entire court were killed, it probably wouldn't be enough.
Zhu Xie Chixin knew exactly what was going on, but he didn't have time to answer. Instead, he looked at the emperor in the distance, his eyes full of confusion.
"Amitabha, benefactor, you have committed many sins and deserve this retribution." Master Jianhuang put his hands together. As a Buddhist monk, he usually values compassion and would even show some pity to the most wicked people before they die. But when he felt the death aura on Zhu Xiechixin's body, he felt that Zhu Xiechixin deserved to die.
Zhao Jing stared intently at Zhao Hao, his eyes also filled with doubt: "You clearly had a chance to save them just now, why did you stand by and do nothing?"
Zhao Hao said calmly, "Wang Wuxie's cultivation level has fallen to this state, which is obviously due to betrayal by those around him, and betrayal by his closest and most trusted confidants. How can I not take precautions against such a precedent? Only in this way can we see who is loyal and who is treacherous."
Everyone then realized that he was worried that Zhu Xie Chixin or Eunuch Wen would betray him, which was why he stood by and did not take any action.
Upon hearing his answer, Zhu Xie Chixin's expression shifted between surprise and anger, and then, as if he had just realized it, he could no longer hold on and his head drooped down.
Wu Wuyan couldn't help but sigh, "Truly cold and ruthless. Seeing so many loyal people die for you, I finally understand the saying that there are three kinds of people in the world: men, women, and emperors. After seeing this today, I finally understand."
At this moment, King Qi Zhao Jing said, "Elder, you are mistaken. It is only because Zhao Hao is exceptionally cold-hearted. If I were the emperor, I would never be as heartless as him."
We still need everyone to work together, so naturally I don't want the others to harbor any resentment.
On the other side, the embroidered-robed envoys, imperial guards, and Taoist masters led by Elder Xuandu and the young monk Jiese were engaged in a fierce battle, and they were far away from this side. They were obviously aware that this was a battle between gods, and that even the slightest aftershock could wipe them out. They did not notice what was happening here, otherwise their morale might have collapsed.
Zhao Hao sneered, "That sounds nice. When you reach my position, you will naturally do the same thing. Emperors are always lonely."
“I will prove that I am not like you,” King Qi replied coldly, then looked at Wu Wuyan, “Elder, make your move.”
Wu Wuyan nodded, his hands forming a seal in the air, and some obscure syllables uttered from his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent scarecrow appeared in front of him.
Zhao Hao sneered, "You actually want to use witchcraft against me? Wu Wuyan, have you lost your mind?"
Wu Wuyan didn't answer. Suddenly, seven light needles formed in his hand and pierced directly at the semi-transparent scarecrow.
A ripple, barely visible to the naked eye, spread out, and Zhao Hao, who had been watching the show with an air of indifference, suddenly changed his expression.
Almost simultaneously, his body trembled, and several circles of black light rose around him, with faint black runes visible moving around his body.
His usually calm expression finally wavered: "Why does it work on me?"
Wu Wuyan's expression was somewhat proud: "As long as we know your birth date and time, as well as things like your physical appearance, our Wu Clan's secret techniques can be effective. That's our rule."
Zhao Hao said in a deep voice, "Where did you get my hair and skin?"
With Zhao Jing around, he probably told the King of Qi his birth date and time, but he was always very wary of things like hair and skin, so the King of Qi would never have a chance to get them.
"Doesn't Your Majesty know everything? Why ask me?" Wu Wuyan smiled.
Zhao Hao's face darkened as he looked at the already dead Eunuch Wen, thinking to himself, "This dog servant has indeed betrayed me!"
Normally, it was Eunuch Wen who took care of his daily life. If anyone had the chance to obtain these things from him, it would be this eunuch.
I was just regretting not saving him, but now I'm glad I didn't, otherwise I might have fallen into his trap.
At this moment, King Qi, the expert in judging yellow, Li Changsheng and others looked at Wu Wuyan in shock. Originally, they did not have high hopes, but the effect was surprisingly good.
Is the witchcraft of this sorcery really that powerful?
The previous Wang Wuxie was the result of everyone's joint efforts, so although everyone felt some emotion, they were not shocked to this extent.
But now even the invincible emperor has fallen victim to this curse. The group couldn't help but feel a strong sense of vigilance, wondering what to do if Wu Wuyan used this technique against them in the future.
Wang Wuxie was enslaved after falling victim to this technique. This time, Wu Wuyan's technique is clearly more advanced. What will become of the emperor?
Will they be worshipped to death, or become slaves like Wang Wuxie?
Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhao Hao sneered: "Do you really think these evil arts can deal with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light burst forth from his body, shattering the surrounding black halos.
Just moments ago, Wu Wuyan was feeling quite smug, but suddenly his expression changed drastically. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, became completely listless, and turned as pale as a zombie. He was no longer able to stand up straight and collapsed to the ground.
King Qi and the others were shocked. They hadn't even seen Zhao Hao make a move, yet the powerful Grand Elder of the Witch Clan had lost his fighting ability?
Wu Wuyan then quickly said, "Although my secret technique did not take full effect, he was not completely unaffected either. His cultivation has been weakened by at least 20%, and he probably won't be able to recover for a while. The rest is up to you."
Zhao Jing was overjoyed. In fact, when he saw Zhao Hao fall under the spell of the curse, he was still a little incredulous. How could his invincible elder brother be defeated so easily?
This only makes people suspect that this is Zhao Hao's conspiracy.
The current development is the most reasonable. Although Wu Wuyan has lost his fighting ability, he has already made a great contribution by weakening Zhao Hao's strength by 20%.
He was initially unsure of himself in the face of the invincible Zhao Hao, but now he is more confident than ever.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
