221: Don't come any closer!

“So, all of this was done by you for the sake of what you call humanity?”

Li Wenbo looked at the giant meatball in the distance, then turned to face the Young General, Commander of the Imperial Guard, and Chen Jingyuan’s adopted son, Chen Wei, who had suddenly appeared before him.

“Uncle Li, I am very sorry for their actions. Regardless of their intentions.”

“Even if they included themselves in the list of sacrifices for the plan, I still don't agree with this approach.”

“And I didn't sneak over from the frontier to tell you this to whitewash them.”

With that, he put down the Sack he was carrying on his back, opened a small slit, and gestured for Li Wenbo to look inside.

Li Wenbo looked at it suspiciously, then stared at the young man in disbelief.

Inside the Sack was Chen Jingyuan’s corpse, which had returned to its human form.

“Uncle Li, you must have already obtained the previous emperor’s Remains, right?”

“I hope you can give it to me.”

Looking at the young man’s sincere eyes, and combining it with his previous words, Li Wenbo realized that this was probably a countermeasure they had prepared early on.

“Why should I trust you?”

Li Wenbo stared at Chen Wei sternly.

He had indeed received Emperor Ai’s Remains; Wang Yao and the others had given him both the Remains and the Dragon Vein.

Chen Wei responded with resolute eyes.

“I know my adoptive father has done many heinous things, making it impossible for you to even trust me. But I hope you can at least trust this.”

He took out a token from his In my arms, with the character “ Wu” carved on it.

Li Wenbo’s breath hitched, but he quickly calmed down.

Then, he took out the skeleton emitting Dragon Qi from his Storage Pouch and handed it to Chen Wei.

Chen Wei first prostrated himself in a grand salute, then respectfully received it with both hands and placed it into another Sack.

“Let’s work together to break the Imperial Palace’s barrier first, and I’ll send you in.”

“If that guy comes to stop us, I’ll block him, but you must remember…”

Before Li Wenbo could finish, Chen Wei interrupted him.

“I will definitely save Zhou Yan.”

As if afraid Li Wenbo wouldn't believe him, he patted his chest where he had just placed the token.

Only then did Li Wenbo nod in relief.

But just as he was about to act with Chen Wei, two loud shattering sounds, almost simultaneous, came from above, instantly drawing their attention.

Chen Wei murmured.

“Looks like we don’t need to do anything.”

(Five minutes ago, outer city)

“Old Wang, slow down! I can’t keep up!”

Although Xiao Sheng’s body had become huge and strong, his speed was significantly slower, and his Magic Power was all used to maintain the Borrowed Spell state, leaving no extra energy to accelerate.

Seeing Wang Yao charging faster and faster, he couldn't help but worry.

But at this moment, Wang Yao’s vision was already somewhat blurry.

Ever since he almost died in the Secret Realm last time and was saved by Hun Wushang, he always had a strange feeling.

It was the same when he faced that Nascent Soul Cultivator in Jiangzhou; logically, with his recovery speed, he shouldn't have been bedridden for so long due to superficial wounds.

The real reason was that he had exhausted his strength at that time.

For some reason, during battle, he would suddenly feel a bout of exhaustion. It was that exhaustion that prevented him from dodging an attack he could have avoided, leaving him severely wounded.

And after being severely wounded, he couldn't recover immediately, taking a long time to recuperate.

He initially thought there was a problem with his body, but since no similar situation occurred in subsequent battles and Cultivation, he stopped paying attention.

But this time, that feeling of powerlessness surged again. It was as if his strength was drained, making even punching difficult.

However, his instinctive hatred for evil demons drove his body to continue moving.

This feeling was like an honest person pushed to their limit, trembling all over, punching while crying, completely dominated by adrenaline.

He didn't want to be like this, but he knew that once he stopped, he probably wouldn't be able to continue fighting.

Seeing Wang Yao's condition getting worse and worse, as if he could collapse into the Half-Demon horde at any moment, Xiao Sheng couldn't help but frown.

Earning Karma was one thing, but a good brother being in trouble was another.

If he just watched his brother get into danger for the sake of earning Karma, then he, Xiao Sheng, would be too inhumane.

Xiao Sheng gritted his teeth, punched his chest hard, and spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.

Immediately, the Talismans on his shoulders spontaneously combusted without fire, turning into ash.

Steam also began to emanate from his body. He forcibly interrupted the Borrowed Spell, then circulated his Magic Power and rapidly rushed towards Wang Yao, who was already swaying precariously among the Half-Demon crowd and about to fall into danger.

At the same time, he drew his wooden sword and shouted.

“Old Ancestor, I…”

Meanwhile, in a Daoist Temple somewhere in the Southern Desert.

A two-meter tall burly man suddenly opened his eyes and rushed towards the Main Hall with a panicked expression.

“Master! Disaster! Disaster!”

It was truly rare to see a muscular man with such an expression, drawing the attention of some pilgrims and young Disciples in the temple.

But the man didn't care, rushing directly to the back of the Main Hall and breathlessly shouting at an old man who was secretly eating Offerings behind a statue.

“Master!”

The old man’s body trembled, and he subconsciously covered his face with his hand, muttering.

“I’m the cleaning old man, I’m just hungry, I don’t know anything…”

Seeing who it was, the old man finally let out a sigh of relief.

“So it’s you, kid. You scared me to death. Don’t you know this old man is easily startled?”

Seeing that there was no danger, he picked up the half-eaten offering from the ground, wiped it on his Daoist Robe, and continued to gnaw on it.

Yuantong, anxious, grabbed the old man’s shoulders and shook him vigorously.

“Master! Little Saint borrowed my spell!”

The old man looked speechless at this.

“With his character, how can he survive outside without borrowing a spell? What’s there to be anxious about?”

Yuantong then realized he was too hasty and missed the main point, so he quickly added.

“No, Master! Little Saint forcefully interrupted the Borrowed Spell after casting it!”

“What?” The old man instantly shed his relaxed demeanor, his expression became solemn, and the Illusory Image of the Eight Trigrams swirled in his eyes.

A thought instantly crossed the Southern Desert, bypassed the Human Race Ancestral Land, passed through West River, and reached Great Yu in the Northern Border.

Immediately after, he “saw” Xiao Sheng, paralyzed and struggling to get up, and the Half-Demon horde gathering around him again.

The old man immediately sent a Sound Transmission in an emergency.

“You little brat! Quickly use a Talisman to connect to my power!”

At this moment, Xiao Sheng in the Northern Border suddenly heard his Master’s voice in his Sea of Consciousness.

Although he didn’t know how his Master contacted him, his Master being willing to help was better than him getting struck by lightning again.

He quickly pasted another Talisman on himself.

The moment the Talisman was affixed, his demeanor became Ethereal and Immortal. A single Snort dispelled the Power of Heavenly Tribulation Entanglement around him, and at the same time, it instantly killed all the Half-Demons around him.

Then, he looked towards the giant meatball in the distance, guided by the sensation, his heart filled with shock.

“What in the world happened here?!”

“Damn it! Time is short, no time to think!”

“Xiao Sheng” held the wooden sword upright in front of him, his fingers slowly stroking from the hilt to the blade, murmuring incantations.

The wooden sword, which had originally only seemed slightly extraordinary, immediately emitted bursts of immortal light, revealing the true appearance an Immortal Artifact should have.

But what he didn't notice was that Wang Yao, lying at his feet, twitched a finger slightly as the wooden sword was unleashed.

It was also at this moment that an announcement echoing throughout the city came from the direction of the Imperial Palace.

“The Dragon Transformation Ritual officially begins!”

“Alias, I…”

“Alias!!!”

Wang Yao suddenly opened his eyes, slapped the ground to stand up, snatched the now unleashed celestial master sword, and charged furiously towards the direction of the sound.

His speed was extreme, and the two barriers outside the Imperial Palace shattered instantly as if they didn't exist.

“Xiao Sheng” looked at his empty hands, momentarily shocked, and inadvertently interrupted the already unstable connection.

Xiao Sheng, recovering from the possession, awkwardly looked at the Half-Demons around him instantly cleared by his Master, then looked at the figure that had already gone far, and could only awkwardly shout.

“You… you… are you still coming home for dinner?”

Not far away, a man in black on a rooftop, after confirming that the two were fine, breathed a sigh of relief, then also looked towards the Imperial Palace, lost in thought.

Finally, he made up his mind and also rushed towards the Imperial Palace.

And at this moment, inside the Imperial Palace.

Kun Gou was holding the Young Emperor with one hand, watching his body slowly corrode, his face full of a mocking smile.

Just as he was about to say something else, he saw Wang Yao, disheveled and seemingly deranged, charging towards him.

He instinctively blurted out.

“Zhang Ling, why the hell is it you?!”

In his immense shock, his hand trembled, and the Young Emperor fell from the air.

It was precisely this action that made him suddenly realize his predicament.

He nervously formed a hand seal, wanting to escape, but found that the surrounding area had already been isolated by the grand formation he had set up.

Just then, Wang Yao, with blood-red eyes, swung his sword and slashed at him.

Kun Gou trembled all over, scrambling and rolling in the air to change direction, fleeing for his life.

“I’m not Alias! Don’t come over here!!!”

Wang Yao had completely lost his mind, continuously muttering “Alias” as he chased after Kun Gou.

And at this moment, at the edge of that giant meatball.

Two somewhat crude-looking Dragon heads suddenly emerged from it.

This scene was just seen by the Young Emperor, who was lying on the ground.

He was surprised, “What’s with these two Dragon heads?” when he saw the two Dragon heads instantly disappear, then transform into two Dragon tails, and on the upper Dragon tail sat an old man and a young man.

Immediately after, the Dragon tails also suddenly disappeared, and the two fell from the air.

Only then did the Young Emperor see clearly that the young man was Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan and the other person heard the Young Emperor's voice and quickly rushed over.