39: Bad Commander VS Right Helmsman of Killing Platform

Bronze Sparrow Terrace.

Golden Silk Palace.

"Wan'er, come with me."

A figure in white, whiter than snow, suddenly appeared in the palace.

Mu Wan'er, who was feeding the canaries in a cage, looked up in surprise, her delicate body trembling slightly: "Master?"

Xuan Bing looked at Mu Wan'er, and a hint of surprise appeared on her beautiful face beneath her veiled hat.

"You've mastered the Myriad Desires Profound Method?"

Mu Wan'er nodded, her expression slightly flustered.

"Come back with me, and you will be the contemporary Saintess of Myriad Desires Palace."

Xuan Bing noticed her slight abnormality and approached her step by step.

"No."

Mu Wan'er shook her head, her expression becoming firm.

"Your Highness still needs me; I cannot leave Your Highness."

A chill gradually rose from Xuan Bing's body: "What are you saying? Have you forgotten the blood feud of the fallen Yue Kingdom?"

"No, I can never forget."

Mu Wan'er lowered her eyes, biting her silver teeth, "It is precisely because I cannot forget the blood feud that I need to stay here even more."

"What good is being the Saintess of Myriad Desires Palace? Can it allow me to kill Marquis Tiexue?"

"Only by Your Highness's side do I have hope of taking revenge with my own hands."

"Master, please leave. Wan'er cannot go back."

The cold air emanating from Xuan Bing's body was almost solidifying, causing the temperature inside the palace to plummet.

She asked coldly: "What promise did the King of Chu give you?"

Mu Wan'er smiled and replied: "Your Highness does not need to give Wan'er any promises. Allowing me to stay is already the greatest favor."

"You're mad!"

Xuan Bing flicked her sleeve, letting out a cold reprimand, "I want to see how the King of Chu made you so devoted."

"If Master wishes to stay longer, she must first seek Your Highness's permission."

Mu Wan'er's face softened whenever she spoke of the King of Chu.

Xuan Bing was so angry that the grip on her sword tightened, slightly denting the scabbard... In the Imperial Palace.

A palace maid who had drowned in a lake suddenly awoke, dragging her pale body with difficulty onto the shore.

In the air, the smell of blood rushed straight to her head.

She looked up with a pounding heart; not far away, a palace glowed with a scarlet blood-red light, like a giant beast feeding, constantly emitting terrifying chewing sounds.

"Quick, the eunuch has given orders to seal off the inner palace area. All palace maids attempting to flee are to be killed without mercy."

Teams of young eunuchs, with long sabers at their waists, moved through the palace, surrounding the inner palace area so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass.

"There are hidden secrets within the Imperial Palace; we must inform the Marshal as soon as possible."

The revived palace maid concealed her presence and plunged into the lake, disappearing... In the Wu Dynasty Imperial Capital, an inconspicuous inn.

An old blind man, leaning on his cane, stumbled to a corner and sat down.

"Customer, what would you like?"

The waiter stepped forward to greet him warmly.

"I want to eat fish. Choose the White Dragon Carp from White Scale Lake. Steamed, braised... give me a portion of each," the old blind man mumbled, skillfully pouring out silver fragments from his cloth pouch.

"Alright, customer, please wait a moment."

A moment later, the dishes were served.

The old blind man had an astonishing appetite, eating everything and licking the plates clean.

At this moment, the inn's second shopkeeper came over and asked with a smile: "Is the old gentleman satisfied?"

"Not satisfied, I'm still craving more."

The second shopkeeper naturally sat down opposite him and continued to ask: "Then, old gentleman, would you like to add more dishes?"

The old blind man reached out and grabbed the second shopkeeper's hand, took out a token from his In my arms and handed it to him, saying with a smile:

"Add more dishes, I'm just afraid your chefs won't know how to make them."

The second shopkeeper felt the patterns on the token, his pupils slightly constricted, but his smile remained: "Although our humble establishment is small, it gathers famous chefs from all states; there is no dish that cannot be made."

"Oh?"

The old blind man smiled: "Do you dare to make the first catch of Golden Dragon Carp?"

The second shopkeeper's face stiffened. He withdrew his hand and said with a wry smile: "Golden Dragon Carp are sacred offerings to the imperial family. If we catch them, we'll be beheaded. Old gentleman, please don't joke."

"Heh heh, I'll be waiting at the old residence of the Black Water Gang for someone who can make this dish."

The old blind man left the token and turned to leave.

The second shopkeeper's heart trembled. He looked at the token and sighed softly.

Night.

A thief snuck into the inn, stealing a large amount of gold and silver, as well as that token.

The thief was agile, moving like a ghost through the night. Before long, he arrived at a widow's courtyard.

He pried open the door and secretly stuffed all the stolen items under the bed.

The next morning.

Widow Wang woke up and checked the vast amount of gold and silver under the bed, her eyelids twitching.

She took the money and the token directly to the top pleasure boat in the pleasure quarter and spent lavishly.

The token circulated and eventually passed to an unknown destination.

Night, old residence of the Black Water Gang.

The old blind man slept in the courtyard, like a dead dog, motionless.

A gust of cold wind blew, and streaks of dark Protective Aura instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, isolating it from the outside.

The old blind man shivered, suddenly waking up. A tall figure in black had appeared before him at some unknown time.

"Whose life-killing token is this, to kill the Crown Prince?" The black-clad man's voice was sharp and piercing, carrying a terrifying evil force.

It directly activated the hidden Restriction within the old blind man's body.

The old blind man felt his blood flow backward, as if if he uttered a single insincere word, he would explode and die the next moment.

"It's... the King of Chu..."

After he painstakingly uttered three words, the pressure immediately lessened.

"If he wants the Crown Prince's life, tell him to bring three hundred billion Origin Stones," the black-clad man cackled.

The reason why the life-killing token was considered useless was precisely this.

Although assassins from Killing Life Hall and Killing Altar could not refuse an assassination request, they could demand an exorbitant price, deterring people.

"The employer said that if the price exceeds ten billion, he will buy the life of the Left Helm Master," the old blind man knelt and said in a low voice.

The black-clad man's aura fluctuated upon hearing this, his eyes gleaming with cold light. He snorted: "This Helm Master doesn't even know who the Left Helm Master is, how can I kill him?"

"Is that so?"

Just then, a figure suddenly walked out of the courtyard.

A bamboo hat, an iron mask, and a green robe.

A Tang saber at his waist.

"It seems the news that Killing Altar has two Helm Masters is true. The other one is not in the Imperial Capital, and his influence has already been mostly infiltrated by you, hasn't it?"

"Who are you?"

Upon seeing the newcomer, the black-clad man's pupils constricted. He hadn't even noticed that someone else was hidden in the darkness.

"The one who will kill you."

Before his words finished, Heavenly Dark Star stomped fiercely.

The ground trembled, and turbid Qi fiercely swept out, shattering the Protective Aura barrier covering the surroundings like a destructive force.

"Boastful."

The black-clad man sneered, and a cold wind swirled around him.

A six-zhang tall Blood Demon Dharma Image, bathed in moonlight, stood like a Blood Devil from Hell. Its blood-red palm condensed the Origin Qi of heaven and earth, covering the entire courtyard.

A violent roar.

The old residence of the Black Water Gang completely collapsed into a pile of ruins.

The old blind man was thrown back by the Qi, smashing through several courtyard walls, his life unknown.

"Not enough force."

In the ruins, Heavenly Dark Star held the Tang saber with one hand, enduring the full force of the Blood Demon Dharma Image's palm.

At the same time, a nine-zhang Dharma Aspect phantom, interwoven with golden light and darkness, stood in the Void Realm. It slightly raised its palm, and a terrifying suction force erupted, tightly gripping the Blood Demon Dharma Image in its hand.

"How is this possible!?"

The black-clad man was terrified.

When did such a powerful nine-layered Void Realm Dharma Aspect expert appear in the Imperial Capital, and he was completely unaware?

"The King of Chu is ambitious and should be executed!"

The black-clad man took a deep breath, his black clothes bursting open, revealing his bloody flesh. The power of heaven and earth within his body collided chaotically, his flesh swelled, showing signs of explosion.

"So it's a Blood Fetus Clone."

Heavenly Dark Star's figure flickered, instantly appearing behind the black-clad man.

With a raise of his hand and a fall of his saber, he cut off his head.

The power of heaven and earth, which was about to explode within him, along with the illusory Blood Demon Dharma Image in mid-air, rapidly withered, pouring out like a deflated balloon, transforming into pure cultivation that all surged into Heavenly Dark Star's palm.

"With the blood fetus severed, how can you hide your true body?"

Heavenly Dark Star, holding the head of the Right Helm Master of Killing Altar, looked towards the Imperial Palace.