60: Slaughter in the palace, the true form of the Blood Demon

The officials muttered under their breath.

Isn't this a dictatorship already? Do we all have to be killed before it counts?

Anyone who had refuted him had already been dragged out and beheaded.

"Anyone who tries to shake the Foundation of the Wu Dynasty, I, Prime Minister, will be the first to object!" Prime Minister said coldly.

Benefiting from the blessings of the Great Dao's Grand Sound, he had already condensed a Literary Sect Dharma Aspect, imbued with a vast Righteous Qi that naturally countered the sinister Blood Fiend Qi.

"Your Majesty, how do you intend to deal with these demonic Sect ruffians?" The various Martial Generals' eyes gleamed, eager for action.

In contrast, the civilian officials' contingent appeared somewhat weaker.

Although their individual Realms had also improved, it wasn't as exaggerated as the Martial Generals', and coupled with the notorious reputation of the three great demonic Sects of the Western Desert, their Disciples were deeply demonic and killed without compunction.

The civilian officials subconsciously sought compromise: "Using the lives of the common people as compensation is absolutely unacceptable. The Blood Fiend Sect's grievances with Your Majesty could perhaps be resolved with Origin Stones. How about three billion Origin Stones?"

"Three billion? Do you think my Blood Fiend Sect is begging for food?"

The Blood Fiend Sect's Left Protector, behind the Woman in Blood-Red Clothes, sneered, "At least ninety billion, otherwise there's nothing to discuss!"

The officials' faces turned ashen. What did ninety billion mean? Even emptying the Wu Dynasty's national treasury wouldn't amount to that much.

The Blood Fiend Sect was clearly intent on making things difficult for them.

"Are you done talking? If you are, the Blood Fiend Sect can roll to the side first."

Lü Bu then bowed to the Imperial Throne, "Your Majesty, please forgive your subject's disrespect!"

With that, he strode towards the Myriad Flower Valley Master.

"It should be me who killed your people, what do you want?"

Lü Bu smiled, revealing his chilling white teeth.

The Myriad Flower Valley Master, Hibiscus Demoness, looked at the burly Lü Bu, who was much taller than ordinary people, before her. Her peach blossom eyes gleamed, as if she had seen a marvelous cauldron.

Her original intention for this trip was to execute the murderer of the Myriad Flower Valley's Peach Blossom Demon Spirit in front of the Wu Dynasty's civil and military officials.

But the moment she saw Lü Bu, she instantly changed her mind.

"What a robust and mighty Great General. Myriad Flower Valley is just missing a cauldron like you. Come back with this Master, and I guarantee you'll experience ultimate human pleasure."

Hibiscus Demoness leaned towards Lü Bu, her eyes seductive, her entire body seeming to half-lunge at him. Just as she was about to reach out to test him, the Origin Qi in the Nine Dragon Hall suddenly surged.

Lü Bu's aura abruptly turned ferocious, a six-zhang spiritual Dharma Aspect manifested for an instant, then transformed into hideous Demonic God Armor, covering his body.

"Spiritual Dharma Aspect Realm, truly wonderful. Such a loyal dog will be even more interesting to conquer."

Hibiscus Demoness smiled brightly.

"Mere beauty and skin, how dare you bewitch my heart!"

The Demonic God-bodied Lü Bu sneered, his fingernails extending like the sharp claws of a Vicious Beast, brutally piercing into Hibiscus Demoness's skin and flesh.

With a tearing sound.

The beauty perished, her blood staining the Golden Hall.

"Ah!!!"

The two female Elders of Myriad Flower Valley shrieked. Hibiscus Demoness had been careless, not even having time to release her Dharma Aspect before being torn in half.

Hot blood splattered onto them, like crimson flames, a shocking sight.

"You, you... killed the Valley Master!"

"The Valley Master was at the Peak of the Spiritual Dharma Aspect, how could she be killed by him?"

"No matter what, the Valley Master is dead. My Myriad Flower Valley will never rest until we have our revenge on the Wu Dynasty."

The two female Elders of Myriad Flower Valley reacted, transforming into streaks of light, about to flee the main hall.

"Heh, Your Majesty gave you a chance. Who can you blame if you didn't seize it?"

Lü Lingqi's figure flashed outside the hall, slightly raising her hand and pressing down. A sound like metal clashing against stone rang out.

The Origin Qi of heaven and earth transformed into ten thousand blades and halberds, engulfing the figures of the two Myriad Flower Valley Elders.

Their eyes widened, but before even a gasp could escape, only two clusters of crimson blood mist remained within the shadowy weapons.

Drifting with the wind outside the hall.

The Woman in Blood-Red Clothes stared at Lü Lingqi, her gaze surprised.

To instantly kill two Myriad Flower Valley demon spirits without using a Dharma Aspect meant at least Peak Spiritual Dharma Aspect combat power, and possibly even Divine Dharma Aspect.

Thinking of this, she turned and coldly glanced at Xia Xuan, "The Blood Fiend Sect has noted the Wu Dynasty's betrayal. There will be a day of reckoning!"

No sooner had she spoken than an unstable blood-red divine halo emerged behind her. The might of a Divine Dharma Aspect swept through the hall, and vast power of heaven and earth converged, forming a blood-red whirlwind that wrapped around the two Blood Fiend Sect Protectors and rushed out of the hall.

Lü Lingqi's expression was calm. As she prepared to strike again, someone was even faster than her.

"The people I, your Emperor, want to kill, have never had the rule of living until the next day."

Xia Xuan waved his hand, and the Emperor Wanwu's Clone suddenly appeared beside the Imperial Throne, its blood-red eyes shimmering.

A Blood Demon Dharma Image, seemingly fully materialized, filled the entire Nine Dragon Hall. The dense scent of blood made all the civil and military officials in the court tremble with fear.

The Blood Demon Dharma Image roared, its fangs bared, opening a terrifying blood-red maw to devour heaven and earth.

The blood-red hurricane reversed course. The Woman in Blood-Red Clothes looked horrified, resisting frantically. The divine halo behind her shattered and exploded, yet she still couldn't stop the nightmare of being sucked into that abyssal blood-red maw.

"This is the Blood Demon True Body, which can only be manifested when the Blood God Art is cultivated to its extreme! How... how did he do it!?"

The two Protectors of the Blood Fiend Sect, seeing their flesh and blood being refined, cried out in terror for mercy: "Your Majesty, this matter has nothing to do with us! It's all the Sect Leader's fault for being so foolish! Please spare us! We are willing to be Your Majesty's loyal servants, and pledge our lives to you!"

The Woman in Blood-Red Clothes gritted her teeth and resisted. She wasn't surprised by her Protectors' betrayal; she only regretted not being ruthless enough to refine Xia Ying alive to stabilize her Realm, which might have given her a greater chance of escape.

At the last moment, she still didn't give up resisting: "Xia Xuan, the Wu Dynasty has already made an enemy of Myriad Flower Valley. If you dare to kill me, there will be no room for reconciliation with the Blood Fiend Sect."

"Noisy."

The Blood Demon Dharma Image's blood-red eyes flashed, and the Souls and flesh of the three Blood Fiend Sect members seemed to be ignited by flames, emitting shrill screams.

Moments later, the three were utterly annihilated, transforming into pure Blood Origin power, becoming a meal for the Blood Demon Dharma Image.

"[Eliminated six Dharma Aspect Realm demonic Sect members, tyrant points +1700]"

Inside the hall, all the officials were silent.

Demonic Sect?

Killing without compunction?

Cruel methods?

Who exactly was the true Demonic Sect?

Although serving a ruler was like accompanying a tiger, the current Emperor of the Wu Dynasty was no longer as simple as a tiger; he was more like a vicious Dragon that could devour people at any moment.

It coiled on the Imperial Throne, watching everyone with cold indifference.

Except for a few Generals, no one dared to look up directly.

"Perhaps it's better not to be an official anymore..."

This thought simultaneously arose in the minds of hundreds of officials.

"[Slaughter in the hall, refining blood essence, trembling hearts of officials, tyrant points +1000]"

"Amitabha, the Golden Hall of the Wu Dynasty is filled with a bloody stench. Who is causing chaos in the court?"

Less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, several powerful Dharma Aspect Realm auras suddenly appeared outside the hall.

The officials looked sideways, suddenly feeling some sympathy for the few people who had just entered the hall.

Xia Xuan yawned, his gaze sweeping over them.

This wave consisted of people from the Immortal Sect.

Among them, a plump, big-eared monk was none other than Great Master Wujie, who had appeared at the auction.

He stood at the edge, and similarly relegated to supporting roles were a broad-browed, large-eyed swordsman and a scholarly young man in a white robe.

The woman in the center was a peerless beauty, adorned with golden peacock feathers in her cloud-like hair, wearing a black gown with gold silk cloud patterns, and a black shawl, exuding a breathtakingly cold and elegant aura.