The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 484 - 296: Six People Die

Chapter 484: Chapter 296: Six People Die

Outside Divine Capital, Feng Chaonan gathered all the Assassins of the Azure Dragon Association and was advancing towards the Divine Capital.

"Sixth Hall... Dragon Chief," the Pharmacist changed his address upon noticing the cold light in the eyes behind the bronze mask, "Dragon Chief, are we really going to attack the Imperial Palace?"

"That bitch of an Empress actually dared to send people to capture me, showing that she really intends to have me killed. If we don’t strike first, should I just wait for that bitch to send someone to assassinate me?" Feng Chaonan roared loudly.

’The problem is that with just these few people you have, it’s a suicide mission.’ The Pharmacist thought to himself.

Not to mention the Imperial Palace, even among those major families, there are several top families with True Pill Realm Martial Artists, let alone the experts residing within the palace walls.

The Azure Dragon Association usually enjoys the great advantage of the enemy being exposed while they remain hidden; otherwise, with Feng Chaonan’s recklessness, he would’ve been dead long ago.

’Hopefully, the Dragon Chief has some plans,’ the Pharmacist thought to himself.

Before Feng Chaonan went on a killing spree yesterday, he was supposed to start with the Pharmacist’s father Zhang Haishan. However, for some reason, Feng Chaonan seemed to have completely forgotten about Zhang Haishan’s existence, which told the Pharmacist that the Dragon Chief, hidden behind the curtain, had an unfathomable control power over Feng Chaonan.

And now, the Pharmacist hoped that the hidden Dragon Chief would show his might.

"Wait." Feng Chaonan suddenly waved his hand to halt.

At this moment, the madness in his eyes seemed to recede suddenly, but then his gaze became even more manic.

"Change of plan, everyone infiltrates Divine Capital and kills all the other Princes. I want to see who can stop me from ascending the throne when all the other Princes are dead," Feng Chaonan sneered.

’But there are still two in the palace,’ the Pharmacist thought to himself.

Two Imperial Princes who had always been in the Eastern Palace, if Feng Chaonan wanted to kill them, he would have to enter the Imperial Palace first.

But the Pharmacist didn’t expose the flaws, for he knew this was probably yet another manipulation by the Dragon Chief from the shadows.

"Yes, Dragon Chief."

The Pharmacist went down to convey the orders.

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In the Feiyin Pavilion of Divine Capital Tianle Square,

The Tenth Prince of the Northern Zhou and Feng Jiu, who had a deeply karmic relationship, Feng Jue, was embracing the Oiran of Feiyin Pavilion, looking at the charming Dancing Girl on stage with a face full of satisfaction.

Although these recent days were fraught with tension, with many revelers hiding at home for fear of falling prey to the Azure Dragon Association, Feng Jue, as a Prince, didn’t care at all.

After all, he and Feng Chaonan were brothers, and since he had already given up on competing for the throne, even if Feng Chaonan was mad, would he go so far as to kill his own brother?

These thoughts lingered in Feng Jue’s mind as he roamed his hands over the Oiran in his embrace.

’That bastard Feng Jiu, still stubbornly clinging to his post as Imperial Prince, doesn’t think about how, with Sixth Brother so crazed and Eighth Brother’s mother, the Empress, being so ruthlessly hearted, would they allow this bastard to live?’

’Who knows when Feng Jiu might be killed by those two. By that time, I could bring a bunch of Dancing Girls, and this Oiran, to his grave for a merry time.’

Thinking of this, Feng Jue was even more smug, as if he already saw Feng Jiu meeting a tragic end, he held his wine cup high, pouring it on the ground, "My dear Ninth Brother, didn’t you want me to call you Ninth Brother? When the time comes, I’ll call you plenty in front of your grave."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

"Hehe... hehe..."

The laughter was originally boisterous, but it suddenly stopped abruptly, like a duck strangled by the neck, unable to make a sound.

"Your Highness, why have you stopped talking?"

The Oiran quietly pressed to Feng Jue’s ear, her lips lightly blowing, breathing into his ear.

"You..." Feng Jue struggled to speak.

But his voice was fiercely suppressed by a little hand painted with bright rouge.

"Oh~" the Oiran exhaled softly, "Your Highness must be tired, then this servant will not disturb Your Highness’s rest."

With a sudden forceful movement of her hand, there was a crisp sound, and Feng Jue fell asleep with his eyes open.

Outside the chamber, a mature and graceful woman walked in upon hearing the sound, "Is it done?"

"Yes, Elder Martial Aunt," the Oiran withdrew her hand respectfully.

"You did well. This operation is related to the Young Sect Master’s plan. After this, you should return to the Sect and concentrate on your cultivation."

"Thank you, Elder Martial Aunt. Thank you, Young Sect Master."

The same assassinations were happening throughout Divine Capital. The assassins of the Azure Dragon Association handed over by Feng Chaonan were after all defective; without the Black Envoy secretly commanding, these assassins only knew how to kill blindly. Hoping for them to quickly eliminate the Princes was simply wishful thinking.

Therefore, Qing Yu had already arranged for appropriate manpower in anticipation, just waiting for Feng Chaonan to take the blame.

"Six," Feng Jiu took the newly acquired information, "Out of the thirteen Princes, besides me, Feng Qiwu, the deceased Feng Guanyu, and Feng Chaonan, there are only three left now."

"I remember you once said that the Nirvana Ceremony, with a few blood relatives as the sacrifice, has the greatest success rate—it’s virtually guaranteed. Now that six are gone, even if we add the little Princess, there are only eight people left."

Qing Yu had by then changed back into the Taoist’s attire, holding a horsetail whisk and gazing at the Imperial City in the distance.

"Yes. With nine people, there is a saying called ’Nine Phoenixes Facing the Sun’. With eight people, the effect will be greatly reduced. Moreover, more will die soon," Feng Jiu replied.

"If that’s the case, to prevent any complications, let us go and see to Feng Chaonan’s end."

Qing Yu flicked his horsetail whisk, "The Ninth Prince for the peace of Northern Zhou, fearless in facing death, and forcefully slaying Gong Ziyu, will make for a good reputation."

"The Sixth Prince will be very glad to lend me a helping hand."

...

Inside the Imperial Palace, within Yangxin Hall.

"Cough cough cough..."

The familiar coughing sound constantly echoed throughout Yangxin Hall.

"What has happened?" Feng Tianming watched the black-clad martial artist who quietly appeared and half-knelt in the corner.

Although Feng Tianming always stayed in Yangxin Hall, he could not afford to ignore the outside world for a moment. The man in black was the leader of his eyes and ears to the outside world.

"Your Majesty, the Azure Dragon Association has suddenly launched an attack, assassinating multiple Princes. Six of them have already been killed," the man in black said gravely.

"What?! Cough cough..."

Feng Tianming, rattled, broke into a fit of coughing, even coughing up clots of blood.

"The Azure Dragon Association!" Feng Tianming’s now gaunt hand firmly grasped the handle of the throne. He managed to stop his coughing and asked, "Is it Sixth Brother’s doing again?"

"The Empress sent two Royal Tributors today to capture the Sixth Prince, but he escaped. My subordinates found a large number of corpses of the Azure Dragon Association’s assassins within his mansion. It has been confirmed that the Sixth Prince is the head of the Azure Dragon Association," the man in black responded gravely.

"Beast!!"

The gaunt hands crushed the handles to pieces, and Feng Tianming, despite his serious injuries, emitted a powerful aura, "Have the Cold Eunuch summoned, let him rescue all the Princes. Your men should also assist with all their might. If another dies, I’ll have your head!!"