The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 353 - 165: Sword of Doom (Extra for Leader Kuang San Marry Me, 4/10)

Chapter 353: Chapter 165: Sword of Doom (Extra for Leader Kuang San Marry Me, 4/10)

"A deal it is," the Golden Wolf Khan agreed to the truce for ten years without hesitation.

As a king, he was never devoid of rationality, and since this move was extremely advantageous for his own side, the Golden Wolf Khan had no reason to refuse.

"In that case..." The three colossal righteous palms that had been suppressing Aguge and restraining the Red Sun Dharma King dissipated, transforming into pure Vast Righteous Qi that merged into the righteous cloud mist beside Meng Shanhe’s avatar.

"You two, leave," the Red Sun Dharma King couldn’t wait to transform into a fierce sun and fly away; Meng Shanhe’s terror truly frightened him.

Aguge wanted to continue challenging for a bit of breath, but seeing the endless Vast Righteous Qi hovering over the Imperial City, he had no choice but to abandon the thought.

How many of those white giant palms could those Vast Righteous Qi turn into? He couldn’t withstand even one, let alone so many.

"Boom—" Amidst the grating noise, Aguge broke through the sound barrier and likewise departed.

’It’s done.’ The overall situation was eventually settled, and Xin Wen felt an indescribable joy and sense of accomplishment in his heart.

This battle could be said to have been within the Great Zen Temple’s expectations from start to finish. Xinyuan Abbot had calculated countless times early on, and despite the involvement of massive forces with complex interwoven karmic ties, Xinyuan Abbot still found the optimal solution.

Whether Feng Tianming switched sides in the midst of battle, or Yagyu Munenori slashed the Dragon Vein, or even the sacrifice of the two old monks at the end—all of it was part of the plan.

The Emperor of Northern Zhou, Feng Tianming, wanted to use the Zen Sect to contain the Confucian scholars but feared the Zen Sect growing too strong to maintain the balance. But didn’t the Zen Sect also fear Feng Tianming burning bridges?

After all, judging by Feng Tianming’s current behavior, the man was a big gambler with a strong desire for control; he would risk great peril for a sufficient benefit.

So...

It might be time for Northern Zhou to change its emperor.

The Dragon Vein was severed, and Feng Tianming was at the time the main controller of the Nine Dragon Sky Array, which had an unprecedented close connection to the Dragon Vein; this moment was the perfect opportunity to deal him a heavy blow.

That’s why, even though Xin Wen had long known the Dragon Vein would be severed, he had no intention of warning anyone.

Feng Tianming, having been severely injured, could at most live another three to four years, and even that was just lingering on in a feeble state, no longer having the energy to meddle in court affairs.

But currently, the position of the Northern Zhou Crown Prince was undecided, and Feng Tianming wouldn’t likely announce a successor directly. Given his lust for power, he was not willing to pass on the title, and would probably cling to the throne until his dying day.

These three to four years would be enough for the Zen Sect to develop and support a prince who was close to the Buddhist and Zen teachings. Only when this prince ascended to the throne would the Zen Sect truly claim Northern Zhou as its own.

"Your Majesty, are you well?" Meng Shanhe’s avatar transmitted his voice above the Imperial City.

"The Emperor has fallen into a coma from his severe injuries; we ask Mountain Master Meng to take a look," said Feng Mingxiao’s voice, also betraying weakness. She had been injured while using the Nine Dragon Sky Array to protect the Imperial City, now barely holding on.

"My uncle, Spirit Sect, is the head of the Great Zen Temple’s Medicine King Hall. His medical skills are unmatched in our sect, and he could also diagnose and treat His Majesty," Xin Wen came forward, speaking through his grievously wounded body.

That previous sword strike had nearly cut Xin Wen in half; there was no way he could have recovered so quickly, even the Medicine Master Glazed True Scripture was not that miraculous. Xin Wen was simply propping up his broken body.

Spirit Sect also said, "Amitabha, this humble monk might be able to make an attempt..."

The pupils of Spirit Sect abruptly constricted, "Junior, be careful!"

It was too late, a dark shadow flashed by, coming and going without a trace, as if it were an illusion. But the thing left on Xin Wen’s body was proof that this was not an illusion; even warriors in the Divinity Realm couldn’t have hallucinations.

"This..." Xin Wen looked in disbelief at the long sword embedded in his chest, "How is this possible, Xinyuan Senior Brother didn’t foresee this..."

At that moment, Xin Wen’s thoughts were still preoccupied with Xinyuan’s miscalculated premonition.

"Sword of Doom." The well-informed Spirit Sect named the sword that was plunged into Xin Wen’s chest.

This sword was completely pale, made purely out of white bones, with patterns like a spine along the sword ridge, and a small skull inlaid at the sword guard, extremely somber and eerie.

"The Sword of Doom from Doomed Hall? It seems that today, this monk is finally unable to escape his deadly fate," Xin Wen, himself a profound Daoist monk, accepted his fate with remarkable equanimity after the initial shock.

The Sword of Doom, a specialized assassination weapon of the Doomed Hall for targeting those in the Divinity Realm, is refined from the entire skeleton of a Divinity Realm warrior. It harbors the resentful energy and Death Qi of those dead warriors, making it one of the rare weapons capable of harming Divinity Realm warriors with the mere force of the object itself.

Not to mention, it had just been plunged into Xin Wen’s chest by a Divinity Realm Assassin personally.

One Sword of Doom, one life taken; once it claims a life in the Divinity Realm, all the resentful energy and Death Qi attached to the sword dissipates, effectively making it a disposable weapon designed for a single use against Divinity Realm warriors.

"Junior Apprentice Xin Wen!"

Spirit Sect hurried over to heal Xin Wen, but this time the Medicine Master Glazed True Qi lost its miraculous effect. Despite watching the Death Qi spread, Spirit Sect was helpless to do anything.

Xin Wen was already gravely injured, having just been pulled back from the brink of death, his Primordial Energy severely depleted. Now, struck by the Sword of Doom, his death seemed inevitable.

Though not as ferocious as the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword, the Sword of Doom was a one-use item, unleashing all the resentful energy and Death Qi contained within at once – a luxury the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword didn’t afford in its usage.

"Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother."

The other two monks, Xin Zhu and Xin Zhou, also hurried over, crying out in anguish.

However, they had only just arrived when Xin Wen was already dead.

He died swiftly—the Sword of Doom lived up to its name, executing swiftly.

The monk Xin Wen had evaded two deaths, but still, he couldn’t escape this third.

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All these scenes in front of the Imperial City were witnessed by Qing Yu.

At this moment, Qing Yu’s body was trembling slightly—but this wasn’t out of fear, it was...

Trembling with excitement.

"My chance has finally come," Qing Yu barely held back the urge to burst out laughing, gritting his teeth.

Qing Yu had long planned to place Feng Jiu in the position of Emperor of Northern Zhou. As long as Feng Jiu could ascend to the throne, Qing Yu, as Feng Jiu’s Tribulation Master, would naturally gain control over the country of Northern Zhou.

But before that, there was one problem: Feng Tianming, a True Core Realm Martial Artist with a lifespan of three hundred years, who knew how many years it would take for him to step down normally.

Originally, Qing Yu had planned to reach the True Pill Realm before finding the right opportunity to assassinate Feng Tianming and then promote Feng Jiu to the throne. But unexpectedly, before Qing Yu could assassinate Feng Tianming, Feng Tianming was already close to death.

This was truly a heaven-sent opportunity.

And Qing Yu could hardly wait any longer.

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