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A loud shout swept out, and the whole city was boiling in an instant.

Countless onlookers had strong expectations for this peak duel between warriors. In an extraordinary environment, strength is status, power and the right to speak.

The Lord of Donghai City was dressed in plain clothes, but when he showed his edge, the spirit of seeking defeat alone for decades emerged spontaneously.

Buzz!

The iron sword on his waist rang out of the sheath, and a sword energy as thick as a millstone flew out, passing over the five-story restaurant on the roadside, splitting it directly in two, like a giant sword splitting a mountain.

"Run!"

"Stay away."

"Make way for the street."

On Zhuque Avenue, the crowd that was full just now dispersed. Watching is important, but one's own life is obviously more important. In the battle between peak warriors, even watching requires strength.

Once the sword is out, everything is silent.

Silver creatures have the lethality to destroy high-rise buildings. When they become normal gold, it is easy to destroy the streets. If no one restrains and obstructs them, it is only a matter of time before the city is destroyed.

Outside the street, an old monk in black bought half a bowl of vegetarian food from a wealthy family. He turned around and saw Zhanlou Yijian.

"The city lord's skills have improved again. In the past hundred years, he is the one who can carry the tripod."

"But the emperor is not an ordinary person. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, he can defeat the vast army in a few breaths. He is definitely capable of fighting and even has a great chance of winning."

Facing the old monk's chattering, the man in the python robe next to him sneered and said disdainfully: "Before, the Daqian Building was about to collapse, and the imperial army and the state army could only have some perseverance. They were defeated after a few beheadings and seizing flags. Why do they need any peerless martial arts?"

The old monk in black was unwilling to argue meaninglessly. This Jiaolong King was only one step away from the peak. Relying on his innate thick skin and flesh, he had a great advantage in fighting against the human race's grandmaster.

"It's a pity for my good disciple."

The man in the python robe did not refute for the first time, but nodded and said: "Dragon City is indeed a rare talent..."

Inadvertently, the two of them cast their eyes on the imperial city at the same time.

The heavy city gate opened, and a young figure wearing a golden dragon robe walked out slowly. From the perspective of the emperor alone, the current emperor did not have any conspicuous nobleness, but the murderous intent and blood that were so strong that they made people shudder were enough to be called magnificent.

"The situation is not right." The black-robed monk frowned.

"Are you scared?" The Dragon King mocked with a sidelong glance.

The black-robed monk kept silent this time and fell into a great struggle. His Zen heart instinctively told him to leave quickly, but the situation was like this, and it was a rare opportunity. This retreat would determine the fate of the new dynasty, and the general trend would be established.

On the Suzaku Avenue.

The Lord of the East Sea City looked at the dragon-robed emperor at the end of the road, his eyes full of brilliance.

This time he entered the world just to test the sword in the world, and he naturally had to go all out for the first time to stretch out the spirit accumulated over decades.

No!

The iron sword that had been with him until now shattered.

The Lord of the East Sea City slowly pushed out the broken sword in his hand, releasing his own raging sword intent, integrating his will into the swordsmanship and sword energy, and tempering the sword intent with soul-killing power. As long as one day it is solidified into a core, it will be possible to peek into the supreme realm that is obscurely speculated in the history books.

True sword·raging waves.

In an instant, it seemed that the sound of waves of huge waves in the city sounded in everyone's ears.

A bright sword light flew across the Suzaku Avenue, leaving a long afterimage of sword intent along the way.

The Dragon King stared at this peak sword intent. The killing power of the sword cultivator should not be underestimated. If he were to take it, he would probably be either dead or injured.

But in the next moment, an indescribable thunder roared in the capital, completely crushing the movement of the sword light.

The emperor took a step, and the area below him sank dozens of meters, and the billowing smoke and dust continued to stir.

His body turned into a stream of light, smashing the sword light directly, and the momentum full of violence and ferocity suddenly rose and roared out.

The huge capital city, with a population of one million, and the people of Jiuzhou are full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but no one can see the scene in front of them clearly, and they are all like seeing flowers in the fog.

As early as when someone had not yet been promoted to a powerful country, his speed had already made the silver peak helpless. Now that the ultimate-level God Hunter and God Hunting have exploded together, the speed has even climbed to the pinnacle of hegemony that surpasses the entire era.

In a flash, the slender white hand knife came in front of him.

The Lord of Donghai City could not see clearly in front of him, but he really felt the coming of death.

Boom!

The powerful force of the King of Mechanical Force was released, and the extremely effective power provided by the Overlord's body was released together with the Dan Jin. The pure and violent stab detonated a roar, and the palm was like thunder, and the wind blew.

Without leaving any last words, the various methods that the Lord of East Sea City had planned in advance were useless in the face of extreme speed. His body and soul exploded together, and no bones were left.

Until the death of the Lord of East Sea City, the bricks and stones suddenly collapsed on a straight line from the Imperial City Gate to the starting point of Suzaku Avenue. The lightning-fast steps made the ground unable to bear the weight, leaving a shocking deep crack.

You can hear a pin drop in the capital.

Countless spectators were at a loss.

The much-anticipated peak duel seemed to have come to an end, and everyone had lost their concept of the emperor's strength.

Not far from Suzaku Avenue.

The black-robed monk's expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "Run!"

The Dragon King was still in shock at the sudden death of the Lord of the City. The next moment, a figure in a dragon robe suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Emperor..."

A palm fell, as if containing the power of thunder.

The Jiaolong King desperately stirred up the demon race's innate talent, Dragon Soul. His body suddenly released a solidified demon power full of toughness. For the demon race who often fight in hand-to-hand combat, defensive talent is the most common and durable one.

But it still didn't help.

Boom!

The blow blew up the head of the dragon king.

Jiang He stopped and let the headless body of the dragon appear in front of him. This trophy can be given to Zhuang Ya to refine. The blood hunting among the dragon species is the best way to improve strength.

A moment later, the domain unfolded.

The old monk in black was running wildly. He doubted that the emperor had already set foot in the legendary realm of the supreme warrior. The premonition of death surrounded his mind. In a hurry, he decisively destroyed the great circulation in his body and used the secret technique of Tantric initiation to wear down his own realm. He fell straight from the peak of silver to the elite level of silver.

There is gain and loss. When he is no longer a peak creature, the secret technique of three bodies can be activated. The old monk in black suddenly split into a young body and a middle-aged body, and the chance of escape is greatly increased.

Unfortunately, the domain suddenly descended.

In an instant, the Zen master obviously failed to run 200 meters.

A black sun released an unparalleled devouring power, and all three bodies flew backwards. The old monk in black became extremely terrified. This was definitely not the power of a peak grandmaster.

"Fight to the death!"

When death was imminent, the old monk in black burst into ruthlessness, turned around and used the highest martial arts of the Tantric sect, Ten Thousand Heavenly Fire Staffs. The flame damage was almost at the pinnacle of the perfect level, and tens of thousands of fire staffs were flying across the sky.

Jiang He didn't even look at it, and reached out to collect the dragon corpse in front of him.

The rolling sky fire seemed to have encountered a black hole siphon, swallowing it all. The three figures all flew into the black sun, without any power to resist. The devouring power of the five energy properties combined with qualitative changes crushed the prey, and the radius of the field was slightly increased.

The hunt was over.

Countless birds flew over the capital.

Jiang He looked towards the direction of the Taoist Palace, took another step, and disappeared on the spot.

On the sandalwood building of the Taoist Palace, the Taoist leader and the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain looked at each other in silence. Both of them had superb eyesight and could see the black sun area in the distance.

Suddenly, the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain resolutely rushed towards the attacking stream of light.

The Taoist leader suddenly turned around and attacked the leader of the Demon Cult and Asan.

Compared with the helplessness of the leader of the Demon Cult, Asan was obviously more cunning. He smiled and took out a piece of Danshu Tiequan sent by Master Wu. This thing was of no use and could only prove his identity.

The leader of the Demon Cult was attacked by surprise. The Taoist Palace's thunder method destroyed the Great Zhoutian in his body. He was furious: "Daoist leader, are you crazy!"

The Taoist leader sighed deeply, but he didn't blame the other party. It was not ten years since the leader was promoted to the Grand Master. It was normal that he couldn't see what happened on the battlefield.

"It's meaningless."

"This conspiracy to rebel is a joke."

"With your majesty's extreme speed, no one present, whether you or me, can escape the capital."

"Your Excellency, wait for your punishment. My fate is no better than yours. I only ask your majesty to show mercy and preserve the inheritance of the Taoist Palace."

The Supreme Elder who was watching the battle not far away looked ashen. It didn't matter if he died, the inheritance of the Taoist Palace was the most important thing.

In just a moment, the dragon-robed figure carried the dead dog-like Great Snow Mountain Master to the Sandalwood Tower.

Before the Taoist leader could speak, the emperor's oral order was issued.

"The leader of the Demon Cult, beheaded."

"The Taoist leader of Wudou, is granted suicide."

"The Supreme Elder, all the honors of the court are stripped away, and he is guilty of meritorious service."

"Jiang Asan, the Grand Commander of the Imperial Guards, the Duke of Yan, hereditary."

The Taoist leader performed the great ceremony of monarch and minister meticulously, and the essential meaning of granting suicide was to stop here.

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"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. I am grateful."

Jiang He threw the Great Snow Mountain Master in his hand to Asan, and said, "Send it to Wuhe, his mission target."

Asan smiled and said, "One loyalty to the Creator, two hands ready, Asan obeys."

Jiang He kicked him out of the Sandalwood Building.

...

Imperial City, Kunning Palace.

Before the duel began, the Queen ordered all the concubines to come and pay their respects.

The Queen is the master of the backyard. As the emperor's wife, she is the direct superior of the concubines in terms of etiquette. After receiving the order, except for the virtuous concubine White Fox Girl who was still sleeping because of serving the emperor last night, all others came.

On the delicate and warm long table.

The Queen "takes the lead" and sits in the main seat.

The concubines take their seats one by one, and the flowers compete for beauty.

The Princess of Le'an bows her head and sits quietly, and Changsun's appearance is stunning.

The former princess looked at the queen with a look of provocation in her eyes. She was very tall and had long legs.

"I wonder why the queen invited the sisters to Kunning Palace?"

The queen's eyes were dead, but she smiled and said, "Don't worry, I made lotus seed soup myself and gave it to the sisters to try."

"Thank you, queen."

"May the queen be blessed."

The newly arrived former concubines reached out to take the bowls. Changsun's posture was particularly elegant and gentle, and it was obvious that she was a lady from a noble family.

The princess frowned, picked up the bowl and brought it to her lips, thinking about such nitpicking.

The soup was collected from the morning dew and boiled with the best Yangzhou lotus seeds. It tasted light and smooth, which made the concubines praise it.

"The queen is thoughtful, but it's a pity that it's dusk now. I tasted a mouth full of dust, which is really unlucky." The princess said sarcastically.

The queen ignored it. After seeing the female official serving the county lady to drink the soup, she picked up the jade bowl and tasted it quietly, turning her head to look out the window.

The sun was setting and the night was approaching.

Just like her future life, it was about to be dark.

The father's attitude was different, and it was the day of the decisive battle between the emperor and the city lord. The combination of the two things made it clear what the clues meant. Although the queen, as a master, did not fight much, she also understood the truth that two fists could not beat four hands.

This decisive battle, the emperor was in danger.

Since the building was about to collapse, it was the wife's duty to send all the concubines away.

The queen put down the jade bowl and chuckled. She could have warned the emperor in advance, but considering her experience since entering the palace, she was not a lowly maid, and there was no reason to repay kindness with evil.

Suddenly, the Princess of Le'an kowtowed on the table and vomited mouthfuls of black blood. The other concubines screamed in fear, but she immediately followed suit, vomited blood and fell to the ground, and died.

"Go and ask the imperial physician!"

"Inform the seal holder!"

"The seal holder is not here, she has left the palace!"

The female officials and eunuchs were in chaos.

The princess noticed something was wrong and was immediately horrified. The Taoist alchemists were familiar with pharmacology and naturally knew about strange poisons. Her mid-level martial arts skills were extremely weak at the moment, and she could only wait for death.

"Queen, you are simply crazy!" The princess struggled frantically, and the severe pain made her face hideous. "The Taoist palace will be buried with you!"

The queen's mouth was bleeding, and she smiled dignifiedly: "I was already crazy before dawn today. As for the inheritance of the Taoist palace, you don't need to worry about it. The emperor has a cold temperament. You and I are just puppets. As long as the five-dou pill is still there, the Taoist palace will not be extinct."

"You... poisonous woman!" The princess gradually lost her strength, and the dense black spots in front of her eyes increased rapidly until she took away all her vision.

"Go to the underworld with me, it's a pity that I couldn't send His Majesty away."

The queen closed her eyes peacefully. If she died at this moment, she would be legally convicted of the queen's coffin. The dethronement must be during her lifetime, and the emperor and queen are usually buried together, which is also a good ending.

Under the horrified gaze of the female officials, the queen and the concubines all "died of illness", and none of them survived.

The personal female official quietly left Kunning Palace. The queen had issued a secret order before, requiring her to kill the virtuous concubine.

But the personal female official had only walked less than a hundred steps, and a large number of evil knights quickly arrived and completely blocked Kunning Palace.

Wuhe, who had never appeared in the decisive battle in the capital, flew directly from the Ministry of Justice at this moment. Laohei returned to his wolf form and ran to the gate of the palace with Zhuang Ya on his back. The two sides looked at each other and felt that it was difficult.

"What is she thinking?" Wuhe was a little difficult to understand. He, a half-college student, had never heard of poisoning all the concubines by means of almost self-destruction.

"Maybe it is to deepen the impression?" Laohei said uncertainly.

"What should we do now?" Wuhe was undecided. This was a huge royal scandal. Even if it could not shake the rule, it would not sound good if it was spread out.

"Find the parents." Zhuang Ya whispered.

"Yes, yes, tell the boss quickly."

...

The first year of Shengwu, early July.

The Lord of Donghai City and the Emperor fought a decisive battle in the capital.

The Emperor killed him with one palm, shocking the world.

The Tantric Zen Master and the Dragon King fell, the leader of the Demon Cult was beheaded in public, the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain disappeared, and the Wudou Daoist Master committed suicide.

The six great masters were gone.

The Emperor's power was overwhelming the nine states.

After the decisive battle, the aristocratic families of the five states of Yunjing, Yongliang, and Ji rushed to write to the court, requesting that the court send officials to manage the local areas and jointly respect the current emperor as the Emperor of Shengwu Wanshou Daxuanjing Qingdu.

At the same time, a shocking secret was spread in the imperial city. The queen and all the concubines died of illness, leaving only the virtuous concubine in the huge backyard. There were many inside stories, and the ministers dared not spy on it.

For a time, the four sides surrendered, the sea was peaceful and the river was clear, and the world was settled.

Jingzhou successfully promoted the rice reform strategy, which was executed by the chief assistant Yue commanding 100,000 emperor's personal soldiers.

Only the remnants of the White Lotus Demon Cult are wandering around. The newly promoted grandmaster from Jizhou goes south to assist the talented young man Youqi in planning big things. All the disciples and elders of the Demon Cult in the capital are lying in wait.