The First Lackey Under The Empress

“Cough, cough, young people are always so impatient, insisting on tormenting this old frame of mine…”

Inside Drunken Moon Tower, this sudden voice was like a thunderclap, instantly piercing through the closed fortress.

Accompanying the old eunuch as he kicked through the bricks and tiles, descending from the sky.

The invisible barrier that enveloped the entire Drunken Moon Tower also shattered with a boom.

“Bang!”

The large black umbrella spinning in the hand of the maid, Green Bird, seemed to encounter an invisible force, the thick umbrella surface, as if smeared with a layer of grease, trembled inexplicably.

The blood handprints on the surface faded quickly.

Each bloody skull-like face, slightly protruding, as if about to break free from the umbrella surface, revealed a look of fear in an instant.

Screaming, they scrambled to hide inside the black umbrella.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord, who was charging forward fiercely, suddenly felt an unspeakable, immense fear in his heart.

Without time to think, relying on instinct, he retreated even faster than when he charged forward!

In the process, he grabbed the maid's hair, dragging her back as well!

“Crack.”

At this moment, the broken tiles from above fell down.

Accompanied by a beam of light shining down, dust motes floated in the light.

The old eunuch, wearing a python robe, landed with a smile, looking at Zhao Du'an with surprise in his eyes.

“This humble servant greets Eunuch Hai.”

Zhao Du'an's eyelids twitched, and he felt the weakness on his body receding like a tide.

The sense of crisis disappeared like a snowman under the scorching sun.

He was also somewhat surprised.

He had not expected that the expert hidden in the shadows would be this “living fossil” from the palace.

Eunuch Hai squinted his eyes to size him up and calmly accepted the respectful greeting.

He really wanted to ask how he had been discovered.

But this was not the right time.

Suppressing his doubts, he lightly “hmmed” and turned to look at the rebels on the opposite side.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord, dragging Green Bird, had retreated several yards.

His originally suspicious gaze suddenly narrowed upon hearing the words “Eunuch Hai.”

Combined with the powerful pressure after the old eunuch's appearance, he exclaimed:

“You are that Eunuch Hai from the palace?!”

Eunuch Hai smacked his lips and smiled:

“After so many years, there are still people who can recognize this old man.”

It really was him!

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord only felt his vision darken, his mind buzzing as if struck by a heavy hammer, his eyes filled with absurdity!

Looking at Zhao Du'an again, he suddenly felt like he was the one who had stepped into a trap.

So, the Zhao fellow was not unprepared at all, or bravely venturing here under false pretenses; he knew all along that someone was protecting him in the shadows?

Before launching the ambush, the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord had not ruled out this possibility.

But he never expected that the person would be the Grand Tutor's number one protector.

Why?

Why did Zhao Du'an deserve such a strong protector?!

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord was in a daze, realizing that Zhuang Taifu might have seriously underestimated how favored Zhao Du'an was.

His first thought was to escape.

But the moment the thought arose, he dismissed it.

If the opponent was really that person, there was no way he could escape today.

“Is Eunuch Hai also very famous in the martial world?”

Seeing this scene, Zhao Du'an felt incredibly relieved and even had the mood to chat.

Eunuch Hai smiled but remained silent.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord on the opposite side suddenly spoke:

“Famous? More than just famous?”

At this moment, seemingly knowing that resistance was useless, the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord calmed down.

He looked at Zhao Du'an with disdain and said:

“In the martial world, anyone who has a well-known name knows that a hundred years ago, the Grand Tutor's number one protector entered the martial world alone.

He happened to attend a small martial arts summit, where the top ten martial arts experts of the world gathered, but he, an unknown nobody, ascended the stage and won the championship.

At that time, no one knew his identity, only vaguely discerning that his martial arts inheritance was related to the Great Yu imperial family.

Afterward, Eunuch Hai, disguised as an unknown nobody, entered Martial Emperor City in the East Sea, representing the imperial family at the agreed match, and competed with Martial Immortal Kui, who had not yet reached the Celestial Realm, becoming famous in one battle.

Unfortunately, since then, he has disappeared without a trace.”

Zhao Du'an was stunned and looked in surprise at the python-robed eunuch who liked to joke with the younger generation.

He suddenly remembered what the Empress had said about the imperial family's once-a-century battle agreement with Martial Emperor City.

So, the one who fought with the current number one martial artist in the world last time was actually Eunuch Hai?

Eunuch Hai's expression was slightly lonely, as if he did not want to mention it.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord's face showed a sense of solemnity.

He no longer looked at Zhao Du'an, only staring at the old eunuch, and said with a miserable smile:

“Today, I am fortunate enough to have Eunuch Hai personally take action; this junior knows that this cultivation is definitely not a match for you, senior, but I boldly ask for a single move; even if I die, I will be convinced.”

You are a rebel who kills people like grass, what are you doing with this pose of a hero at the end of his rope…

Zhao Du'an always felt that the person in front of him was behaving very differently from the "Thousand-Faced Divine Lord" described in the information.

He wanted to offer a reminder.

But Eunuch Hai had already nodded with pleasure: “Agreed.”

Then he turned his head to smile at him and said:

“Watch carefully, this is a rare learning opportunity. There are not many real martial artists in the capital; the one in front of you counts as one.”

Zhao Du'an was stunned and respectfully raised his head to look.

Inside the building.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

“Young Master…”

The maid, Green Bird, bit her lip, her eyes sad, as if she had foreseen the ending, wanting to say something, but was interrupted.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord raised his hand and suddenly grabbed the umbrella handle of the large black umbrella, faintly hearing the sound of a mechanism, and then a sword slowly pulled out from the umbrella shaft.

This treasure of White Robe Sect actually concealed a thin sword.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord held the thin sword, the blade extremely thin, like a pool of clear spring water.

As soon as it was drawn, it exuded a gloomy chill.

Zhao Du'an only glanced at it and felt his mind swaying, as if his soul was about to be hooked away by the sword's edge.

“Heh, have you seen it? This sword is called Zaisheng Po, considered a weapon, but somewhat related to sorcerers. It is said that there are a total of seven Zaisheng Po swords. When killing, it can absorb the residual souls of the dead.

Now it seems that this umbrella surface treasure is nourished by residual souls… Killing with a sword, seizing souls, and then nourishing the umbrella with souls to release curses… a common trick used by heretical sorcerers. A good weapon, but it doesn't resemble one.”

The python-robed old eunuch commented casually.

His tone was disdainful, as if he was extremely disgusted with the method of mixing martial arts and sorcery together.

Zhao Du'an only felt his horizons broaden.

With the sword in hand, the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord's aura soared.

It was as if tides were surging within his body.

The thin sword in his hand bloomed with brilliance. He held the sword upright in front of him, and a strong wind suddenly rose around him, blowing the maid backward.

Zhao Du'an felt a slight suffocation, clearly feeling the powerful power of this sword.

However, the python-robed old eunuch did not care at all.

As if completely disregarding the full blow of a Divine Chapter Realm cultivator.

“Please enlighten me, Senior!”

The Thousand-Faced Divine Lord shouted sharply, exhaling all the pent-up energy in his chest, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned into an extremely bright silver light, instantly piercing towards the old eunuch's face.

It was as if Eunuch Hai finally perked up a bit at this moment.

Without panic, he raised his right hand and extended two fingers.

—His movements were clearly so slow, every detail clearly visible to Zhao Du'an.

Yet, strangely, they extended out a step earlier than the sword, which was as swift as a meteor.

Easily, without any fanfare, he used two withered, wooden-like fingers to clamp onto "Zaisheng Po."

Then, he exerted force with his fingers.

“Bang!”

That famous weapon in the martial world, which could also be called a renowned sword, was actually forcibly shattered and destroyed.

The thin blade suddenly suffered a setback, and under the powerful kinetic energy, it advanced forward, but in that strange vibration, it snapped inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, the sword body shattered into dozens of pieces, and as if unloaded of all kinetic energy, or sinking into a quagmire, silently and lifelessly, it fell to the ground.

“Clang clang clang…”

Like silver coins scattered in mid-air.

“Ah!”

A woman's exclamation was heard, but the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord, at the same time as he launched this sword strike, suddenly slapped the maid beside him towards the two of them.

He turned around, shouldered the large black umbrella, and leaped up, flying towards the ground floor like an arrow from a bow.

The handsome young master, holding an umbrella, flew down from the second floor, like a large bird spreading its wings.

“Want to run?”

The old eunuch snorted, ignoring the maid who was discarded as a pawn, and lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot.

“Bang!”

Silently, the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord, flying in mid-air, screamed miserably and fell straight down like a broken-winged bird.

The large black umbrella on his shoulder silently pierced through a dozen holes.

The dignified Divine Chapter martial artist fell on the ground floor, motionless, seemingly dead, but not a drop of blood spilled.

“Eh?”

Only at this moment did Eunuch Hai realize something was wrong.

The python-robed old eunuch suddenly leaped up, swept to the ground floor, kicked over the Thousand-Faced Divine Lord lying on the ground, looked at him, and said in a muffled voice:

“Dead.”

Upstairs.

Zhao Du'an slapped the maid over and asked curiously upon hearing this:

“Killed?”

Eunuch Hai shook his head, his expression strange:

“He was already a dead man.”