The Empress's No.1 Lackey
Chapter 585 - 585: 425. Convey Junior Guardian Zhao's message: Zixiao Palace colluded with rebels and has been completely eradicated (6k).

Take a step...

At this moment, the setting sun was sinking below the horizon, and the sky was gradually darkening.

Zhao Douan calmly said these words, seeing in front of him this middle-aged Daoist, who was clearly the owner of Zixiao Palace, with eyes deep and vast like the ocean.

Lu Zhengchun was very surprised.

Surprised by the sudden and unprovoked appearance of the other party.

As a covert member of the Kuangfu Society, his identity had always been well-hidden, known only to a few high-ranking members.

He was also one of those who had pledged allegiance to the Second Prince Jian Wen back then.

This time, Zhuang Xiaocheng wanted to lure Zhao Douan to Feng City to complete the assassination. Lu Zhengchun had his own calculations in mind:

He initially planned to make his move in the shadows, to maximize hunting success while preserving his own temple.

Unexpectedly, without any notification from Zhuang Xiaocheng, this "Yama Zhao," who had stirred storms in the Capital last year, had already led a great army to march on Zixiao Palace.

Lu Zhengchun still did not know exactly what had happened, or at which point things had gone wrong. He couldn't have imagined that Zhao Douan leading a large army with overwhelming Killing Aura up to the mountain gate was merely a "test."

Yes, a test!

Zhao Douan wasn't certain how deep the connection between Lu Zhengchun and the Kuangfu Society was, which is why he came in such force, to deceive the opponent.

From a logical standpoint, seeing him bearing Killing Aura, leading soldiers up to the temple, if Lu Zhengchun truly had issues, he would undoubtedly resist.

Rather than gambling his life and wealth on the other party not knowing the truth.

This was a very simple logic, but it worked.

So when Lu Zhengchun saw the army climbing the mountain from afar, he already sensed trouble, sending a group of disciples to intercept, just wanting to confirm the intentions of the other party.

Upon hearing the phrase "collusion with rebels," his heart sank completely, confirming that there was a traitor within the Kuangfu Society leaking the information.

"What if I refuse?"

A trace of regret flashed in Lu Zhengchun's eyes, aware that after today, regardless of who wins or loses, the foundation he had built over many years would be reduced to ashes.

This grudge turned into a fire of anger and Killing Aura in his heart.

Zhao Douan sighed, "Those who collude with rebels must be executed without pardon."

Lu Zhengchun laughed, with a hint of madness in his laugh, and a look of disdain in his eyes:

"With only two novices in the Worldly Realm? Today I shall teach you, with my dojo, how to be a companion in death."

As he spoke, the Purple Rob Taoist abruptly raised a hand, making his body the center, and an overwhelming flow of Mana surged out.

The ancient, massive arch trembled, stone skin cracked, flaked off, revealing the black stone inside.

"The flying sword is on top of the arch!"

Haitang, with sharp eyes, exclaimed softly.

Zhao Douan looked up and only then did he realize that atop the grand arch with the plaque inscribed with the three words "Zixiao Palace," bestowed by the late Emperor, there were seven or eight unsheathed flying swords embedded haphazardly.

Lu Zhengchun had uniquely created the Dan Furnace Broken Sword Technique, with an extremely low success rate. Based in the Feng City vicinity, after decades of hard work aside from gifting, he had forged these seven flying swords named after constellations.

This was also the reason he didn't flee but chose to remain on his home ground, to use his own hands to kill Zhao Douan.

Lu Zhengchun raised his hand in a gesture, plucking the first gray flying sword from the top of the arch as if it were a falling leaf.

Then, without expression, he flicked his wrist, and a sword shadow far faster and more ferocious than the flying sword driven by the senior disciple halfway up the mountain tore through the air, wrapped in a sonic boom, and shot straight at Zhao Douan's face!

"Be careful!"

Haitang and Zhang Han both exclaimed simultaneously. Both were in the Divine Chapter Realm, with good martial prowess, yet they found themselves completely unable to make a move against this seasoned veteran who had clearly stepped into the Worldly Realm years ago.

How fierce... A faint golden bell formed around Zhao Douan in a breath, then expanded, enveloping his two comrades within the Buddhist Magic.

The illusory bell surface rippled with golden waves, with twisted Buddhist Scriptures flowing on it.

However, the flying sword did not strike the gold bell but was instead struck again by the curved saber of the Northern Blood Saber Lang Eighteen.

But this time, the aged swordsman who shot forth like lightning could no longer effortlessly defeat the senior brother of Zixiao Palace.

"Ding!"

The curved saber collided with the flying sword, holding it firmly in place. A massive force ripped through the air, forming countless chaotic air currents.

Lang Eighteen's loose hair flew back, his face full of stubble becoming extremely grave, and his feet gripped the ground tightly, the toes nearly breaking through his shoes.

But in the next second, his face suddenly flushed crimson, his arm convulsed like it was electrocuted, and his body suddenly flew backwards, the flying sword breaking away from the curved saber, slamming into his chest like a meteor.

"Clank!!!!"

A large hole was instantly torn in the clothing on Lang Eighteen's chest, revealing his bronze skin, covered with a thick layer of Gang Qi.

The Gang Qi was quickly torn apart, the skin surface cracked, bleeding!

One sword broke his defense!

"Within the World, there is also high and low, this temple master kills you like slaughtering chickens."

Lu Zhengchun was full of vigor, standing ramrod straight, left hand behind his back, right hand forming a sword finger, manipulating the flying sword.

Coldly smiling, he pushed his two fingers forward, aiming to pierce Lang Eighteen's chest.

Yet unexpectedly, a pale, water-soaked, scar-covered hand mysteriously reached out, surprisingly grabbing the flying sword.

Ji Yue, with white pupils and in red clothes, like a ghost, moved silently, like a big fish almost sobbing in the air, with an eerie posture, emerging from behind Lang Eighteen.

As she grabbed the flying sword with one hand, "crack crack," ice surfaced the sword, encasing it in a block.

Lang Eighteen seized the opportunity to retreat, drenched in cold sweat.

Ji Yue, with a blank expression, her figure swaying, with ten fingers tapping one after another on the flying sword, wrapping it in layers of ice.

As a magician of the Water God lineage, the Zixiao Palace dojo greatly weakened her strength. With no water around, the magic she could perform was limited.

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