Obviously,
the screen had been prepared for a long time.
Even now, Emperor Longqing still chose to hide his true strength in front of everyone.
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But from Chen Sansi’s Qi Observation Skill,
the "Qi" inside both individuals had a similar level of density. If the fight continued this way, it was likely that a victor wouldn’t be decided in a short time. However, it was also probable that neither had yet played their trump card.
In front of the screen,
characters like Ji and the rest restarted the chaotic battle, launching into the second round of slaughter among the High Realm Martial Artists. The palace was divided by the dark background, half of it so damaged it hardly looked like itself, and it seemed certain to be completely discarded after this battle.
They fought from inside the palace to the outside.
"Hum—"
From the incense burner that had previously been used to crown the Crown Prince, a purple Incense Fire Mystical Energy surged out once again, cascading down like a heavenly shower of shooting stars upon the followers of the Incense Fire Divine Sect.
Originally, the flagging Incense Fire Divine Sect, after receiving the augmentation of Divine Power, began to stubbornly hold on again.
Until the Mystical Energy within the incense burner was exhausted.
The body of the incense burner began to crack inch by inch and finally exploded violently, tearing through the screen to reinforce the Crown Prince, igniting thunderous roars and fierce winds, shaking the entire palace to its foundations and setting it ablaze with towering flames.
A few breaths later,
Ziwei Mountain, which had been unstable for a while, shook even more violently, escalating the disturbance.
The trees where Chen Sansi was hiding began to tilt rapidly until they finally fell, forcing him to find another place to hide.
In his eyes,
from a chasm to the southeast a clean energy soared to the heavens, resembling a colorless rainbow that arched over and connected within the sleeping quarters, like a massive rope pulling at its other end.
It wasn’t until there was a commotion from within the sleeping quarters that the "rope" began to contract as if to pull something back into its embrace. Accompanying the sound of the Earth splitting open, a flash of golden light burst forth from the mountain, emitting a dragon’s roar that resounded through the heavens.
"What, what is that?!"
"A dragon!"
"A True Dragon!"
"Look quickly!"
"There’s a True Dragon appearing in the world!"
"..."
Inside and outside Ziwei Mountain,
whether it was the Eastern Garrison, the Imperial Guard, or the eunuchs, everyone looked up at the sky at this moment.
Even the common people of Taihu Prefecture noticed this anomaly.
"Is this the Dragon Abyss Sword left by the Grand Ancestor that you spoke of?"
Gazing up at the Heavenly Dome, Cao Zhi said, "How divine must the Grand Ancestor have been to leave behind such a treasure!"
"Boom—"
Under the gaze of the multitude, the Dragon Abyss Sword ripped apart a large portion of the palace and fell within the sleeping quarters.
Golden light flickered, and thunder roared.
A few breaths later,
all was calm within the sleeping quarters.
The screen that had obstructed everyone’s view completely turned into dust, revealing the scene inside to everyone once more.
There stood the Crown Prince, leaning on a crutch, his body slightly hunched. There were no injuries on him, but his hair had turned white and hung loose, making him appear as if he had aged ten years.
Ten steps away,
Emperor Longqing sat cross-legged on a cushion, with his hands forming a seal, looking somewhat frail. In front of him, a sword like a True Dragon was embedded in the ground, still shining with bright golden light but now extremely silent.
Outside the palace,
the fighting also reached its concluding phase.
Under the unknown and profound Divine Skills augmented by that incense burner, both sides were more or less equally damaged.
Even Ji had suffered significant injuries and could only prop himself up with a Heavenly Halberd. It was clear that his meridians had been damaged. The Black-robed Monk continued to confront him, with neither able to leave.
This situation
was also reflected in the eunuchs, Fan Tianfa, Zhangsun Xusheng, and others.
Every individual with the strength of a Martial Saint was nearly at their limit.
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"The Emperor is injured!"
The Black-robed Monk, while fending off Ji and ignoring the blood spilling from his mouth, exclaimed, "Do not delay! Once the Old Emperor dies, we win!"
He took out the last Buddha Bead from his bosom, crushed it, and created a small Boundary to temporarily trap Zhangsun Xusheng, as well as numerous Ritual Supervision eunuchs and Death Guards.
"Miao Sect Master, lead the remaining brothers and go!"
"..."
In such a scenario, the generals and followers of lower realms became more active.
Unlike the Martial Saints, whose battles were difficult to decide, their fates were straightforward: dead or, if surviving, not severely injured. Quickly, they gathered a group of about twenty people and headed straight for the sleeping quarters.
Just as Miao Sect Master stepped over the threshold, a sharp sound of slicing air was heard close to his ear.
He turned and struck with his sword,
colliding with an arrow carrying a forceful momentum.
"Swoosh—"
Almost simultaneously,
the sky was filled with the sound of arrows in flight.
"Xuanjia Army, protect the Emperor!"
"..."
Everyone turned towards the origin of the voice to see a young General wielding a long spear, leading a throng of Armored Soldiers charging into Ziwei Palace.
"Attack now!"
Miao Sect Master ordered two men to block the rear while he rushed towards the Emperor himself.
The long spear danced, and within the blink of an eye, two followers of the Incense Fire Sect fell to the ground, dead.
"To hell with you!"
Enraged, Miao Sect Master turned to counter-attack. His Soft Sword spread out with Gang Qi mixed with Incense Fire Divine Power, evolving into a venomous snake clashing with a Jiao Long emerging from the sea. The friction was so sharp it pierced the ears.
The venomous snake appeared to have bitten the gun blade, but Chen Sansi felt pain in his arm, stumbling back several steps, shattering a wooden door before regaining his footing. His Vajra Body still vibrating from the impact.
This high-level figure of the Incense Fire Divine Sect, judging by the Qi within him, seemed to have an entry-level Martial Arts Realm around the Profound Image Realm, but his Incense Fire Divine Dao cultivation was unknown. Virtually all of the Mystical Energy he had refined was spent.