Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy
Chapter 299 - 167, 168. Seeing the Emperor at 21 p.m., behind the battle tent, a turtle swallows Buddha (subscribe please)_3

Chapter 299: 167, 168. Seeing the Emperor at 21 p.m., behind the battle tent, a turtle swallows Buddha (subscribe please)_3

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In the Imperial Palace.

At that moment, there was utter chaos.

After calculating in his heart, King Zhao felt confident, convinced that he had everything in the palace under his control. Thus, he ordered Tie Zhenyi and others to remain at the entrance of the grand hall while he himself, accompanied by Ouyang Sha who was "both a father-in-law and a sworn brother," entered the grand hall.

As the doors of the grand hall closed, the eunuchs inside shouted, "Why haven’t you paid your respects to His Majesty?"

At this code word, a secret door beside the hall suddenly flung open, and a group of simply dressed assassins, brandishing weapons, charged in from nowhere.

A rotten ship still has three pounds of nails; no matter how decayed the Dashang Dynasty was, no matter how unreliable the armored warriors under the Grand Tutor became, Ji Qin still had truly loyal desperados willing to die for the Emperor.

The influx of martial artists did not faze either King Zhao or Ouyang Sha.

Ignoring the commotion around them, knowing reinforcements would soon pour in from outside, they both felt sufficiently capable to handle the current situation.

After exchanging a glance, Ouyang Sha waved his hands, his palms radiating green. With each flourish and sway, two serpent-like phantom shadows darted forth...

A wild storm surged within the hall.

Ouyang Sha, with hands like giant whips, exploded the leading assassin upon impact. Those behind, even without bearing the brunt of the force, began to turn green and bleed from their mouths.

King Zhao, with a stern voice, directed towards the Emperor not far away, "Assassins, protect the chariot!!"

Having uttered these words, he immediately moved towards the Emperor.

Now that the dagger was revealed after the scheming had failed, first capture the king to nab the thieves; taking the Emperor hostage was the next step...

He was like a lion wrapped in a malevolent aura of fresh blood, the once refined demeanor turning wild...

Zhao Hua moved, extending his arm like an ape, reaching towards Ji Qin.

The Emperor... he knew exactly what Realm he was in... merely a Power Realm waste.

It was laughable that this waste dared to attempt to kill him deep into the night.

In the blink of an eye, just as Zhao Hua’s hand was about to land, the Imperial Crown on the Emperor’s head was swept away by the forceful wind.

The Emperor appeared startled, desperately grasping for his sword like a drowning man for a straw.

Clang!

The sword was drawn, seemingly swung in a panic at the pouncing Zhao Hua.

Why would Zhao Hua fear this sword?

Having entered the Form Realm and with guidance from his elder brother, the force throughout his body was harmoniously integrated. A flick of his Force Power would’ve deflected the sword.

However, suddenly, his pupils constricted, surprise and shock slowly spreading across his face.

Time seemed to press the slow-motion button.

That sword...

That utterly ordinary thrust...

In his eyes, bizarrely transformed into a pitch-black, icy finger. Beyond the blade, it seemed as if the finger of a deity or Buddha, directly aimed at his heart.

Silent and breathless, almost an illusion.

Yet the sensation of death was all too real.

If this thrust were to connect, the history books would record, "King Zhao entered the palace, and the Emperor killed him in an ambush. Amidst the chaos, King Zhao, first trying to nab the Emperor, was unexpectedly slain by the Emperor’s sudden sword thrust," and those who read the annals would wonder, "How could the formidable King Zhao be suddenly killed when he had full control of the situation by such a weak Emperor?"

At this moment, however, King Zhao locked eyes with a pair of cold and indifferent eyes.

Those were not the eyes of an Emperor.

Suddenly, he understood.

The corners of his mouth naturally curled upward in self-mockery.

His ambitions and dreams were but a fleeting illusion in the mirror.

Yet, in this life, Zhao Hua had shone brightly; only... he was sorry to his elder brother.

He had taken his elder brother’s troops but failed to carve out a world for him.

In that lightning-fast moment, King Zhao’s two fingers came together like a blade, slicing through the air gracefully, as if a moth to flame, he aimed directly at the incoming thrust...

This move—the White Snake Blade, was also a technique taught by his elder brother.

Ding!!!

Bang!!

As the sword met his fingertips, it shattered, exploding into a ring of fine metallic ripples that spread through the air.

Ouyang Sha was taken aback, hastily mobilizing all his strength to shield himself.

And many nearby assassins were pierced by the splintered shards, hit in the head, and instantly killed.

The bright candles that had illuminated the hall as if it were daylight were also snuffed out in an instant by the whirling wind.

Beyond Zhao Hua’s fingertips, there was another layer of dark gold phantom shadow, formed by the condensation of dust particles in the air.

And Zhao Hua’s eyes, too, had changed, deep and bottomless.

Song Cheng had taken possession.

He assessed the power levels of the opposing Emperor.

The complex figure read: 15 (830 (1900)) ~ 20 (1660 (3800)).

Song Cheng quickly deciphered the numbers.

15~20 represented the Emperor’s strength.

As for the figures 830 (1900) ~ 1660 (3800), they were the stats of the possessing entity.

This possessor was undoubtedly in league with the Arhat he had slain in the North.

But these numbers were far stronger than the Arhat’s; it could be said that if the Arhat was at his peak a Xuan-level B, then this entity was quite possibly someone who had reached Xuan-level A.

Compared to the "so-called Saint Heavenly Buddha" who had been with Zhao Hua, this one... seemed more genuine.

However, Song Cheng no longer intended to inquire.

Knowing fully well of his prowess, the other party had intentionally missed the meeting, seeking to assassinate Zhao Hua in secret.

And he had indeed slain the Arhat in the North; whether the other party knew it was him... he was unsure, and could not judge.

But the enmity was established.

The opportunity to build trust had been missed.

So, it was time to let the other party know... who he really was.

Lest they target their revenge incorrectly.

After all, in this kind of war, he didn’t have absolute certainty of victory.

High-level beings of the Mystic Realm were too slippery; if they wanted to escape, it was incredibly easy...

Therefore, he... naturally had nothing to do with Song Cheng of the Su Family!

He was Emperor Monarch Xuanwu, ruthless and merciless, annihilating all enemies. What did he have to do with Song Cheng of the Su Family, who lived in the North and harbored no ambition?