48: Blood stains the palace; Father Emperor, come to your death!

“Changming, in your opinion, how is the Luck of those few leading the Valiant Cavalry Camp?”

Xia Xuan’s gaze fell on the four people beside Deputy General Xing.

Gu Qingxian’s beautiful eyes glowed with golden light, and after a moment of hesitation, she replied:

“Their Luck manifests like a blood-red sun across the sky, they should all be Dharma Aspect Realm experts, but at this moment, a dense Death Qi is growing inside and outside the blood-red sun, subtly forming the potential for a black coffin. I’m afraid they are about to face a great disaster.”

“Blood Fiend Sect.”

Xia Xuan whispered, his gaze deep.

He had previously had contact with the Blood Fiend Sect Elder, and even understood their Cultivation Technique very well.

Although the aura of those four people was hidden, Xia Xuan could tell at a glance that they had Cultivated blood Dao Cultivation Techniques similar to the Blood Slaughter Profound Technique and the Blood God Art.

“Your Majesty, save me!”

Just then, Prince Qi cried out for help.

This “Your Majesty” was called out to Xia Xuan on the bell tower.

In the battlefield below, where blood flames burned, there was no one left to guard Prince Qi.

Military General raised his crimson battle saber, looking at him with indifference, as if he were looking at a dead man.

Terrifying Killing Intent, like icy spears, pierced his Soul, making Prince Qi’s lips and teeth tremble.

“Ch!”

A ruthless and decisive strike went straight for his head.

Prince Qi subconsciously closed his eyes, as if he could already feel the gush of blood and the moment life paused.

A flash of blood-colored saber light, a shocking impact, shattered his hair crown.

Prince Qi opened his eyes, his mind greatly shaken.

He saw a figure in green blocking in front of him, one hand behind his back, the other gripping the blade of the crimson battle saber. Golden flame Qi swirled in his palm, emitting “kaka” sounds of shattering.

Military General’s expression was slightly surprised, he wanted to pull out his battle saber, but it was already too late.

The crimson blade could not bear the weight and completely shattered.

Yuan Tiangang turned his palm into a fist, striking out with a punch, directly hitting the Nine-Headed Dragon Armor.

“Boom!!!”

Surging Qi waves spread out, and Military General’s figure was instantly sent flying a hundred zhang away, the armored soldiers behind him were thrown off their horses.

“Many thanks for saving my life, sir!”

Prince Qi, still shaken, cupped his fists in thanks.

Yuan Tiangang paid no heed, looking up at the sky.

The entire Imperial Palace vibrated violently at this moment, as if an earth Dragon had turned over.

Everywhere, brilliant golden pillars of light shot up into the sky, intertwining into a light curtain, forming a magnificent grand array, like a transparent golden bowl, encompassing the entire Imperial Palace, half of the inner city, and hundreds of thousands of troops within it.

“Nation Protecting Grand Array!”

Prince Qi’s mind was shaken, “My Imperial Father still has the strength to control the Nation Protecting Grand Array, why didn’t he activate it when I broke through the palace gates? Was he waiting for someone? Then what exactly was he plotting for all this time?”

At the same time, in the direction of the Imperial Harem, a monstrous blood-light erupted, with faint sounds of battle, but it quickly subsided.

The Valiant Cavalry Camp army formed a battle array and counterattacked.

Three figures with blood-light floating around them fled in disarray.

“Blood Rakshasa and Blood Yaksha, two of the Blood Fiend Sect’s Three Blood Devils!” Prince Qi, being knowledgeable, identified them from their Dharma Aspect phantoms.

“And another one… is it an Imperial Bloodline?”

Behind the Valiant Cavalry Camp, four tall Puppet figures covered in golden armor, treading on a golden Dao, carried the imperial carriage, sweeping with mighty Imperial prestige, arriving at the battlefield.

“May Your Majesty live for ten thousand years!”

Military General, Qin Saint, Wing Rush, Deputy General Xing of the Valiant Cavalry Camp, and the deputy generals of the Tiger and Leopard Battalion, along with hundreds of thousands of troops inside and outside the palace, in the sky and on the ground, all simultaneously performed a kneeling bow.

On the imperial carriage, Emperor Wanwu revealed his true appearance for the first time.

He was clad in a dark Dragon robe, his posture was imposing, his appearance dignified, no longer showing signs of old age. His blood-red hair was casually draped over his shoulders, his eyes reflected cold stars, indifferent and emotionless, awe-inspiring without anger.

In his hand, he held a head with wide, terrified eyes.

The leader of the Blood Fiend Sect’s three devils, rumored to be a Demonic Path magnate who had long entered the Spirit Dharma Aspect (Level), had died with unclosed eyes in Emperor Wanwu’s hands.

Xia Xuan and the others had also moved from the bell tower to outside the Nine Dragon Hall.

At this moment, the only ones still standing on the entire blood-colored square were them, the silver-masked person, and the two devils of the Blood Fiend Sect.

“My three good Imperial children, hearing that I, the solitary one am not long for this world, are you so impatient? Truly filial piety moves heaven and earth…”

Emperor Wanwu smiled, casually tossing away the Blood Sea’s head. Then he stood up from the imperial carriage, spreading his arms. On the battlefield, countless fresh blood transformed into strands of blood-line, all absorbed into his mouth and nose.

Among them, the Crown Prince, Fifth Prince, and several other Imperial children who had been secretly escorted and executed, their flesh and blood shriveled, their bones completely dissipated, transforming into vast blood-elemental power, which poured into Emperor Wanwu’s body.

Behind him, a nine-headed, eighteen-armed Blood Demon Dharma Image slowly manifested, reaching up to the sky and standing on the earth. Its blood-colored spiritual light was a thousand zhang high, soaring into the clouds, causing the Nation Protecting Grand Array to tremble.

“Xia Xuan, let’s join forces, we still have a slim chance to break out!” The silver-masked person gritted his teeth and said.

Xia Xuan was noncommittal.

He looked at the silver-masked person twice and asked playfully, “Should this king call you Killing Altar’s Left Helmsman? blood fetus? Iron-Blood Marquis? Or Sixth?”

The silver-masked person’s expression changed slightly upon hearing this, and she simply removed her mask.

Beneath the mask was a stunningly beautiful and delicate face. Her voice was icy cold:

“So what? Could it be that the esteemed King Chu still holds a grudge over those few probing assassination attempts by the Killing Altar?”

“You should know, the one who truly wants to kill you is that beast sitting on the imperial carriage.”

“Sixth Imperial Brother, Sixth Imperial Princess?” Prince Qi was bewildered. When did his Sixth Imperial Brother become his Sixth Imperial Sister?

Xia Xuan was also surprised that Xia Ying was a woman.

Xuan Ying and the The Unworthy had followed the clues during this period, tracing from the Killing Altar to the Killing Life Hall, the Blood Fiend Sect, and then to the Iron-Blood Marquis, uncovering many of her secrets, but never touching upon the secret of her being a woman.

The one standing here was not her true body. Like Eunuch Cao, the Left Helmsman was also a blood fetus.

They had all Cultivated Demonic Technique of the blood Dao.

“Hehe, Xia Ying, you are very good, you walked a path similar to mine back then.”

Emperor Wanwu waved his hand, allowing the army to rise, and said with a smile, “Unfortunately, I, the solitary one am still here… you should also return your flesh and blood to me. Only when I, the solitary one ascend to the Divine Dharma Aspect can the Great Wu Dynasty move towards true glory!”

“How is Your Majesty any different from an evil demon this time?”

Prime Minister stepped forward and questioned, “In the Imperial Palace, countless wronged Souls are entangled with you, and there’s even a little Imperial Prince who was just born and hasn’t even reached a full month. Has Your Majesty forgotten all your past promises?”

Emperor Wanwu scoffed: “Promises? Ridiculous, those were merely restraints I, the solitary one imposed on myself for the sake of the throne when I, the solitary one was weak.

The blood Dao cannot be turned back. If I, the solitary one don’t continue, my Lifespan will be nearing its end, how can I, the solitary one sustain the situation of the Great Wu Dynasty? For the sake of all living beings under heaven, I, the solitary one am willing to sacrifice everything, the Imperial Harem, my descendants, my Bloodline… If the rise of the Great Wu Dynasty requires an evil demon, then I, the solitary one am willing to become an evil demon!”

The core secret art of the Blood God Art has two parts: one is to burn Lifespan to gain Cultivation.

The second is to kill blood relatives and those with great Luck, converting their blood-elemental power to forcibly raise Aptitude and Cultivation.

Emperor Wanwu had used both of these secret arts.

In his youth, he spared no effort, almost burning out his Lifespan, just to step over the corpses of other Imperial children and painstakingly ascend to the throne.

After his ascension, everything in the Great Wu Dynasty slowly improved, but he gradually aged.

The aging Emperor Wanwu gradually developed a terrifying idea in his heart: he wanted to live, even if it meant truly becoming an isolated monarch!

And all the Imperial children carried the great Luck of the Wu Dynasty, making them the best nourishment for Cultivating the Blood God Art.

Therefore, over the years, he secretly supported the Imperial children at all costs, helping them continue to absorb and gather the Wu Dynasty’s Luck, and then, when truly on the verge of death, he instigated internal strife, waiting to harvest.

The four major military camps seemed to be divided among various factions, but in reality, they had always been loyal to Emperor Wanwu.

Deputy General Xing of the Valiant Cavalry Camp even went so far as to hand over leverage, serving three masters at once.

Xia Xuan’s mind gradually sorted out the various threads.

He had long suspected Emperor Wanwu was the mastermind behind poisoning his predecessor.

Later, through the pervasive infiltration and investigation of the The Unworthy, it was confirmed.

A few days before his Transmigration, the original body had been summoned to the palace to sample spiritual ingredients bestowed by Emperor Wanwu.

In the palace, Wu Zhong was not qualified to accompany him.

The spiritual ingredients and Xianle Tower wine bestowed by Emperor Wanwu were not poisonous, but if the two were combined, it was a sure-kill method.

Eunuch Cao controlled half of the Killing Altar, making it easy to arrange this matter… Outside the Nine Dragon Hall, the atmosphere was heavy.

The armies from the four directions, like four giant beasts waiting to feed, slowly approached their prey, giving an immense sense of oppression.

Prince Qi, Xia Ying, and the others retreated step by step, their hearts filled with despair.

“Your son, I wish to invite Imperial Father to die!”

Xia Xuan took a step forward, slightly raising his head to gaze at Emperor Wanwu, his voice calm, yet clearly resounding in everyone’s ears.