The First Lackey Under The Empress

Under the gloomy sky, the Taizu Divine Weapon, coated in a radiant glow, seemed to possess a spirit of its own. It circled Zhao Du'an in Anque City with joyful abandon before delivering itself into his hand.

“The Tai'a Sword!”

Outside the barrier, the expressions of those who were jointly maintaining the passage turned solemn.

They became increasingly convinced that the empress in the courtyard was most likely in a critical stage, otherwise, she would not have lent the sword to Zhao Du'an for a second time.

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The little monk Tianhai narrowed all three of his eyes, but he was not afraid. He merely stared intently at the divine weapon and said mockingly:

“A person who fishes for fame! I heard that you once defeated a disciple of Green Mountain, and I thought you had improved, but now it seems that you still dare not face me head-on.”

Isn't it… is there something wrong with your brain? You guys came to besiege me, and it's wrong for me to take a powerful weapon? Besides, isn't the Six Paths Staff in your hand also of extraordinary origin? Zhao Du'an rolled his eyes, his gaze contemptuous:

“How childish.”

When life and death are at stake, only someone with a problem in their brain wouldn't use a divine weapon.

The little monk Tianhai shook his head and said:

“Do you think you can still defeat me this time by relying on a weapon?”

Knowing that the empress and Zhao Du'an were together, everyone knew of the existence of the Tai'a Sword. Tianhai still dared to charge forward, naturally having confidence.

In the past, in the arena, Zhao Du'an, having just entered the Divine Seal realm, severely injured Tianhai, relying both on the magical power contained within the divine sword and on the fact that Tianhai was not strong enough at the time.

But now, it was completely different.

After the empress performed the Feng Chan ceremony, she fled all the way, and the Tai'a Sword had been used too many times. The magical power inside had long been exhausted. In other words, Zhao Du'an could only consume his own internal force to activate this sword.

This was the first difference.

In addition, Tianhai's defense had greatly increased after entering the mortal world. Although divine weapons were sharp, their threat to him was greatly reduced if only Zhao Du'an used them.

This was the second difference.

Moreover, he had first fought bitterly with Jin Jian and then underestimated Zhao Du'an, so he was careless to begin with; now his magical power was full, and he was extremely vigilant.

This was the third difference.

“Today, I will make you understand that cultivating by comprehending heaven and earth and relying on external objects is ultimately inferior.” The little monk Tianhai calmly took a step forward.

“Buzz!”

From every pore on his body, fine needle-like Buddhist light sprayed out, reflecting behind him.

Buddhist scriptures say that a great尊者 can illuminate all the heavens with Buddhist light, presenting all phenomena of the world.

Immediately, within the peacock-spreading Buddhist light.

A pitch-black “Divine Dharma Form,” with golden ornaments hanging from its head, neck, and wrists, and a fierce and ferocious expression, lifelike, “walked” out of the Buddhist pure land, appearing in a cross-legged, upright posture.

In its left and right hands, it held a sword and a whip respectively, both with a red-copper hue, ancient and mysterious.

“Immovable Wisdom King.” In Zhao Du'an's mind, information related to the Shenlong Temple's inheritance surfaced.

Under the World Honored One, there were Buddhas, and Buddhas had myriad forms. This was one of them.

“After advancing to the Mortal Realm, all the major inheritances can summon the main deity they cultivate to bless themselves… is this the biggest change…?”

“The Martial God inheritance created by Lao Xu also follows this idea. Because there is no Martial God in the world, he left behind martial arts experts in the 'Six Chapters Scripture' murals, taking the path of humans becoming gods.”

Zhao Du'an understood in his heart.

Seeing the pitch-black Wisdom King walk out, stand in the air, and then slowly descend, the massive Divine Dharma Form merged into the little monk Tianhai's body.

In an instant, illusory flames sprayed out from Tianhai's body, the blue flames quickly traveling throughout his body, his skin turning to an indigo-black color.

The golden bell shield around him also contracted into his body.

The so-called immovable as a mountain means that the mind and body are greatly enhanced in defense, capable of withstanding the sword energy of the Tai'a Sword.

What was even more miraculous was that the Dharma Form had two arms that had not disappeared, as if grafted onto Tianhai's back.

Tianhai, with three eyes open on his forehead and four arms, holding the Six Paths Staff in one hand, looked down from above:

“Make your move!”

Idiot… The group of people outside the barrier cursed inwardly. Where was the logic in reminding the opponent to attack first?

One should strike first!

Zhao Du'an pondered slightly, inspired.

He had advanced too recently. These past few days, all his energy had been given to Zhenbao, and he had no time to master the changes in the new realm, let alone learn new spells or martial arts.

“I remember that Tang Jinzhong also once integrated the deity he visualized into himself…” Zhao Du'an's mind stirred.

Behind him, illusory silk threads appeared out of thin air, stretching upwards. As the air distorted, Pei Niannu's figure seemed to be painted out bit by bit by a court painter.

Scarlet wedding gown, dark gold mask, embroidered shoes, holding a golden scale!

“This is…”

Outside the barrier, the besieging crowd was stunned. Those with shallow cultivation only vaguely saw the silk threads and could not clearly see the female mage's appearance.

But those like the Chief of the Disciplinary Hall could see through it and couldn't help but change color:

“Pei… the number one female mage of six hundred years ago… she actually entered the Martial God Diagram, it shouldn't be…”

This great monk seemed to know some sealed secrets, shocked and dazed.

At this moment, Pei Niannu glanced at Zhao Du'an, sighed softly, and under the guidance of the latter's mind, walked step by step into his body.

The two merged into one.

In an instant, an astonishing scene occurred:

The green robe on Zhao Du'an's body suddenly turned scarlet, as if soaked in blood.

His hair crown fell off, his black hair scattered messily behind his head. On his cheeks, dark gold flame patterns suddenly appeared on the left and right. His left eyeball turned into a bewitching pure silver color, actually replaced by Pei Niannu's “Dharma Eye,” while his right eye remained clear.

“Senior… you came in?”

Zhao Du'an was surprised to find that his left eye had undergone some kind of strange change.

It was as if there was another will in his body, but it was subject to his own will.

If one looked closely, one would find that in the depths of his silver left pupil, a tiny illusory image of Pei Niannu was suspended.

“Don't… waste… words… kill… this… group… of monks…”

Pei Niannu's intermittent voice echoed in his mind.

At this moment, Zhao Du'an clearly felt that the former harbored intense hatred for the monks in front of him.

“Tianhai, attack quickly! Don't delay any longer!”

At this time, witnessing Zhao Du'an's change, the Chief of the Disciplinary Hall shouted sharply!

“Noisy! Shut up!” Tianhai turned his head and furiously cursed the Chief with a fierce expression, as if the violence in his heart had been magnified. He turned back and took another step.

Without hesitation, the Six Paths Staff in his hand thrust straight towards Zhao Du'an!

As if to poke a hole in him!

The black-haired, red-clothed, silver-eyed Zhao Du'an regained his senses, without dodging, and delivered the Tai'a Sword in his hand in the same manner.

The tip of the sword accurately met the front end of the Six Paths Staff.

“Boom!!!!!!”

The table between the two cracked open, shattered into pieces, and turned into dust.

Centered on the point where the two weapons collided, a visible circle of dust rippled outwards, followed by a second circle, a third circle… The earth was like a swamp, rippling outwards.

The violent energy and magical power collided, almost annihilating the air in the surrounding area.

Everyone only felt a short tinnitus. Those with weaker cultivation subconsciously retreated, covering their ears with their hands, their faces pale.

Tianhai's face changed slightly. With his deep accumulation, although he was only in the initial stage of the Mortal Realm, his magical power was as pure as that of a middle-grade.

According to his expectations, suppressing Zhao Du'an, who had only broken through a few days ago, should have been without suspense.

But this time, in the clash of strength, not only did he not gain the slightest advantage, but the energy feedback from the Six Paths Staff even caused sparks to splash from his body!

If it weren't for the Wisdom King's possession, his body would have been injured with just this one blow!

“Middle-grade Mortal Realm? How is that possible?!”

Tianhai's three pupils narrowed at the same time, giving rise to an incomprehensible guess.

However, there was no time to think. Almost instinctively, the vertical eye born on his forehead opened, and a beam of Buddhist light shot out from the “compassionate eye.”

Zhao Du'an heard “Pei Niannu” snort coldly. His empty left hand lifted on its own, the palm actually holding a slowly rotating ancient seal.

The Water God lineage's treasure, the Xuanwu Seal!

This ancient ward, obtained by chance from the Lake Pavilion, had been in Zhao Du'an's possession for a long time, but because he was ultimately a martial artist, he was always unable to unleash the true power of the magical artifact.

But at this moment, as the Xuanwu Seal fell into Pei Niannu's hands, a torrent of water gushed out from the seal, condensing into a water mirror in front of him!

The Buddhist light emitted from the 'Compassionate Eye' struck the mirror's surface, dissolving with a sizzling sound, as if being swallowed up.

This actually works? My use of magical artifacts is indeed lacking; compared to a true sorcerer, it's like the difference between heaven and earth.

Zhao Du'an leisurely watched, clicking his tongue in amazement.

At the same time, the Tai'a Sword gripped in his right hand didn't stop either, but rather, he used the Peach Blossom Swordplay, clashing, entangling, and colliding with Tianhai's Six Paths Staff.

The collision of these two weapons of extraordinary origin shook the entire barrier, causing it to flicker wildly.

At this moment, the Buddhist light gradually dimmed, and Tianhai's术法 attack came to a temporary halt, but the water mirror didn't dissipate; it hung in the air, its surface shimmering, brightening with each breath.

Then, Tianhai's expression changed drastically, as a beam of Buddhist light shot out from the water mirror, returning the way it came!

The vertical eye on his forehead almost instinctively closed, using the cyan-black skin of his Dharma form to withstand it.

"Hmph…"

The little monk grunted, his feet plowing the ground, actually pushed back ten feet by this beam of Buddhist light, his feet creating two deep ravines in the ground.

Tianhai was both wary and furious; suddenly, his other two arms moved!

The wrist belonging to the deity turned, and the red-copper-colored whip called the Vajra Lasso suddenly extended, lashing towards Zhao Du'an.

"Bang!"

The water mirror was forcibly shattered, and water splashed everywhere, like falling rain.

In the void, a golden scale pole entwined with a red rope met it; the whip suddenly became uncontrollably entangled around the scale pole, trying to seize it, but failed, resulting in a temporary stalemate.

At this moment, the other arm suddenly flung out a three-pronged sword, a long sword condensed from magic power, wreathed in flames, heading towards Zhao Du'an's face.

Zhao Du'an's heart stirred, and a dark flying knife shot out from his lower back!

After entering the world, the Golden Crow Flying Knife's potential was fully unleashed, as if it possessed intelligence, and it began to fight with the three-pronged sword in mid-air.

At the same time, the Tai'a Sword in Zhao Du'an's hand fluttered, and illusory peach blossoms condensed and then dissipated.

The two were similar in martial arts, with Tianhai perhaps slightly stronger, but Zhao Du'an, relying on his divine weapon and the "Middle Grade" realm, gradually gained the upper hand.

The little monk, on the other hand, retreated steadily, although he tried his best to support himself, sweat beaded on his forehead.

Zhao Du'an said disappointedly:

"It seems you have no more tricks; I thought you came so aggressively, there would be some progress, but now it seems, it's nothing more than this."

At the same time, he suddenly felt the brilliance of the Tai'a Sword brighten on its own, and the dragon soul within his body also awakened on its own.

As if stimulated by some celestial phenomenon.

Has it succeeded?

His face remained impassive, and he sighed softly, his expression also becoming indifferent:

"Since that's the case, let's end it then."

As the words fell, strands of scarlet silk suddenly hung down from the air, these strands attacking from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they entangled the deity's arms, Tianhai's limbs, body…

"What are you going to do…?"

Tianhai felt a strong sense of crisis; the Six Paths Staff in his hand swept out countless illusory shadows, forcing Zhao Du'an back.

He struggled desperately, but was tightly bound by the illusory red lines, like a flying insect that had strayed into a spiderweb; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Zhao Du'an retreated lightly, leaning against the courtyard door, and calmly unleashed a sword.

At the same time, the Myōō illusory shadow possessing Tianhai was forcibly expelled from his body, and those red ropes were actually wrapped around the deity's body.

"Open Heaven."

In the little monk's three eyes, a rapidly magnified rainbow of sword energy was simultaneously reflected, and the "Acala" behind him had been cut into pieces by the red silk threads, collapsing and annihilating.

"No—"

The dark-blue color on his body surface quickly faded, restoring his original skin color.

Under the sweep of the sword energy, blood oozed from his pores, and in the blink of an eye, he became a bloody mess, flying out like a cannonball, crashing heavily out of the barrier, and falling to the ground.

The sword light annihilated, the red ropes disappeared, and on the ground, there was only a patch of scorched black marks, and at the end, Zhao Du'an, holding the sword, stood at the courtyard entrance.

The clothes on his body had returned to cyan, and his silver pupils had also returned to normal, only his black hair was still scattered and disheveled.

Silence.

A silence.

The seriously injured Tianhai lay blankly, his three eyes lifeless, as if his spirit and belief had been crushed.

"Did you really think I needed a divine weapon to beat you? Without the Tai'a Sword, you're still a defeated dog," Zhao Du'an said casually.

The Chief of the Disciplinary Hall, the sorcerer of the Dharma God Sect, the family generals of the Mu King's Mansion, and others were silent, their hearts churning.

At this moment, the suspended purple-gold alms bowl finally couldn't withstand the repeated bombardments, and with a "crack," it burst open with cracks and fell from the sky.

The barrier that enveloped the entire courtyard also disappeared without a trace.

"Attack together!"

The eyes of the Mu King's Mansion's family generals lit up, and they shouted loudly.

With their group joining forces, Zhao Du'an couldn't possibly be a match.

However, the monks of the Divine Dragon Temple and the sorcerers of the Dharma God Sect didn't move; they just blankly raised their heads, looking at the sky, where a stream of clear energy rose from the ground, soaring into the clouds.

At the same time, creatures within dozens of miles, whether noble or lowly, mortal or not, all surprisingly raised their heads.

They saw in the high sky, the clouds condensed into a vortex of black and white energy, a pillar of majestic and vast energy connecting heaven and earth.

…

Yu Xiu and the sorcerers of the White Robe Sect retreated at the same time, turning their heads to look towards Hundred Flowers Village.

The Qingyu flying sword circled around the second senior sister, who was blessed with outstanding beauty, but she was lost in thought, her eyes strange.

…

"Clang—"

The Crimson Tide Greatsword and the Vajra Zen Staff separated with a touch; Zhong Pan, who was fighting fiercely in the wilderness, and the Dragon Tree Bodhisattva distanced themselves, the two of them turning their heads to look towards Hundred Flowers Village, one surprised, one frightened.

Check for missing words!

…

"What is that!?"

Gongshu Tianyuan was fully armed, his whole person hidden in a humanoid puppet covered with talismans, playing the role of a mecha sorcerer; at this moment, he slowly retracted the "muzzle" in front of his chest, his fat face full of astonishment.

In mid-air, Jin Jian, with dark circles under his eyes, holding a staff, and a crescent moon suspended behind him, also froze for a moment, subconsciously adjusting his glasses.

Opposite him, the slovenly Taoist who led the Dharma God Sect to hold them back trembled in both legs; the talismans inside his Taoist robe were almost exhausted, and looking towards Hundred Flowers Village, his face was covered with despair:

"It's over."

…

The giant pillar connecting heaven and earth only lasted for about a few breaths before it annihilated and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"Go!"

The Chief of the Disciplinary Hall reacted the fastest; he roared out a sentence, twisting his body and fleeing.

The body-refining sorcerer Xiong Ba and the little fat man carrying the ghost banner followed closely behind.

As sorcerers, their perception of danger was even more acute.

"Has this Emperor permitted you to leave?"

Suddenly, a detached female voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The several sorcerers who were fleeing outwards almost simultaneously softened at the knees, plopped and knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with horror!

It wasn't that they wanted to do this, but rather, that the voice seemed to contain a power like a "decree."

Just like the golden words of a monarch, under all of heaven, no one dared to disobey!

This was a power that the Empress had never possessed before.

Not only them, but everyone else who hadn't had time to run away was also suppressed by a mysterious force and knelt down.

Only Zhao Du'an was unaffected in the slightest, but the Tai'a Sword in his hand also detached on its own, flying towards the tightly closed courtyard door.

"Creak."

In the silence, the courtyard door was opened from the inside, and the Empress, wearing a white dress and with black hair like a waterfall, calmly walked out.

There were no so-called magnificent phenomena, as ordinary as a mortal.

Returning to simplicity!

Zhao Du'an suddenly had this word in his mind, thinking that the Celestial-Human Realm was probably imprisoning all power within the body, without wasting a single bit.

Xu Zhenguan's face was frosty, her phoenix eyes were majestic and indifferent, although her feet were on mortal dust, it was as if with the next breath, she would go straight to the heavens above.

As if an ordinary sentence was the will of the entire world.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty, for overcoming adversity and advancing to the Celestial Realm,” Zhao Du’an said, cupping his hands in congratulation.

Celestial Realm!

The assassins felt a violent tremor in their livers and gallbladders, unwilling to believe it, but the invisible force that effortlessly suppressed them all seemed to corroborate this fact.

“Your… Your Majesty… This humble monk…” The Chief of the Disciplinary Hall desperately twisted his head, trying to beg for mercy.

A subtle sword light flashed in Xu Zhenguan's eyes.

The world brightened.

In just an instant, the heads of the hundred assassins kneeling outside the door, belonging to different factions, were neatly severed, as simple and easy as a sickle harvesting wheat in autumn.

A ground of corpses, this was the mighty power of a Celestial Martial God.

Hiss… Zhao Du’an lightly inhaled: “Your Majesty, you…”

Xu Zhenguan turned her head to look at him, and in that instant, the icy frost on her face melted away, the Empress’s eyes filled with affection, her smile like a spring breeze:

“Those who dare to hurt you deserve to die.”

Hiss… What was with this domineering female CEO’s tone of doting on her little darling… Advancement really makes a difference, huh? That dignified and noble demeanor from just now, it’s as if the person who couldn’t get out of bed for the past few days and kept asking to stop wasn’t you…

Zhao Du’an silently breathed a sigh of relief, winking and raising his eyebrows: “Then next…”

Xu Zhenguan restrained her smile and looked beyond the sea of flowers, her vast divine sense sweeping across the surrounding area:

“I’m going to kill a few people. You just stand here and don’t move.”

Wait, I feel like you're taking advantage of me, but I have no proof… Zhao Du’an opened his mouth, watching the Empress hold her sword and soar into the sky.

…

…

“They’re going to leave! What do we do? Stop them or not?”

Jin Jian watched the pillar of energy dissipate in the distance beyond the sea of flowers, turning his head, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

He saw the sorcerers of the Divine Law Sect, led by the slovenly old Taoist, turn around and run, their speed extremely fast.

Gongshu Tianyuan, who had tinkered with magical artifacts to turn himself into a mecha warrior, looked at the group of sorcerers running all over the mountains and fields with a headache:

“There are so many people, just the two of us, how can we stop them? Forget it, besides, our purpose isn’t to capture this group of people… Huh.”

As he was speaking, Gongshu Tianyuan suddenly saw a figure in white robes fluttering, like a fairy in a painting, appearing abruptly.

“Your Majesty?!”

The little chubby divine official shuddered, he had a psychological shadow regarding the Empress, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Jin Jian gracefully landed, curiously sizing up the Yu Country Empress, who was dressed in plain-colored clothes, seemingly unchanged, yet seemingly a different person:

“Jin Jian greets Your Majesty.”

Although she was a bit slow-witted, she wasn’t stupid, understanding basic etiquette.

“Why are you here?” Xu Zhenguan asked curiously.

Gongshu Tianyuan hurriedly said: “We are here to rescue you…”

Jin Jian blurted out:

“Master wrote a letter, asking us to come and rescue Zhao Du’an, lest he be killed. The two of us came together with Senior Brother and Senior Sister.”

Gongshu Tianyuan was furious, thinking that his junior sister was indeed a troublemaker, not even knowing how to speak properly.

Celestial Master Zhang issued a decree to rescue Zhao Du’an?

Xu Zhenguan’s eyes flickered, secretly making up her mind to ask Zhao Du’an about it when she returned later. This guy really had an improper relationship with Zhang Yan…

In the past, she was the ruler, he was the subject, and because it involved Zhang Yan, she didn’t ask carefully.

Now it was necessary to ask clearly.

“I understand. Zhao Qing is my royal consort. Since it’s to protect him, it’s not much different from rescuing me. I will thank Celestial Master Zhang after returning to the capital. As for Zhao Qing’s safety, with my protection, there’s no need to trouble Celestial Master Zhang.”

Xu Zhenguan said indifferently.

Immediately, she lightly waved the Tai’a Sword in her hand.

“Pfft!”

In the distance, the sorcerers of the Divine Law Sect, who had already scattered and fled frantically for a distance, simultaneously collapsed. The slovenly old Taoist fell to the ground, blood gradually flowing out from under his corpse, his face still carrying horror.

Killing people was like cutting grass.

Jin Jian and Gongshu Tianyuan stared blankly as the Empress flew away, dumbfounded.

“They’re all dead just like that?”

Jin Jian’s eyes were filled with envy, thinking that Her Majesty was really amazing.

“Royal consort… Her Majesty said Brother Zhao is the royal consort? He’s been given a title? Brother Zhao is indeed a model for us, if I can obtain thirty to forty percent of Brother Zhao’s skills in this life, I will have no regrets!”

Gongshu Tianyuan’s face was filled with longing, excited admiration, transforming into a little fanboy.

…

“Yu Xiu greets Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty, on advancing to the Celestial Realm.”

Beside the official road’s stone tablet, the Heavenly Master’s Mansion’s Second Disciple respectfully bowed, paying respects to the white-clothed Empress descending from the sky.

“I have already learned your intentions from Jin Jian. Withdraw, Zhao Qing’s safety is naturally protected by me.” Xu Zhenguan looked down at Yu Xiu, whose temperament was refined and elegant, with a green jade sword hanging from her waist.

“…But…” Yu Xiu’s face showed hesitation, she still wanted to resist a little: “The Celestial Master’s decree…”

“There are no buts.” Xu Zhenguan rudely interrupted, her figure sweeping towards the white-clothed sect sorcerers who were fleeing on horseback in the distance:

“This isn’t a negotiation, it’s a notification.”

Yu Xiu took a deep breath: “…Yes.”

Raising her head, she saw a great burst of bloody light in the distance. The group of sorcerers were not weak, and she found it a headache to deal with them, but facing the slaughter of a newly advanced Celestial Realm cultivator, there would be no chance of survival.

“Zhao Du’an… What kind of demeanor does the man who can cause Master and Her Majesty to contend for possess?”

Yu Xiu pursed her lips, feeling a little curious.

…

…

In the wilderness mountains and forests.

Zhong Pan sat cross-legged next to his carriage, the crimson greatsword stabbed into the mud beside him. He was pinching a porcelain bottle, pouring healing powder onto the wound on his chest.

Seeing the white-clothed Empress arrive, Zhong Pan’s eyes flickered slightly. He put down the porcelain bottle and got up to cup his hands:

“Congratulations, Your Majesty…”

Xu Zhenguan didn’t like looking at ugly men, so she frowned and interrupted the Little Celestial Master’s words:

“The one who fought you, was it Longshu?”

“…Yes.”

“Where did he go?”

“Longshu just fled. This poor Taoist tried to stop him, but failed,” Zhong Pan said, shaking his head.

Longshu’s strength was similar to his own. If he was determined to escape, Zhong Pan wouldn’t be able to stop him unless he also risked his life.

“Which direction?” Xu Zhenguan asked calmly.

Zhong Pan raised his hand and pointed to the west: “He hasn’t run for long, Your Majesty should be able to catch up quickly.”

Xu Zhenguan nodded, said “Okay,” and then her skirt fluttered, and she flew into the air towards the west, traveling at full speed, truly like lightning and thunder.

She looked down, the dense forest like a dark green ocean, retreating rapidly beneath her.

Suddenly, her beautiful eyes reflected Longshu, who was frantically fleeing in the mountains and forests.

The tall and sturdy old monk carried a Zen staff on his back, striding forward, each step covering more than ten zhang.

“Bald donkey, you deserve to die!”

Xu Zhenguan’s beautiful eyes contained murderous intent, and she slashed down with her sword.

The fleeing old monk Longshu looked back in horror, desperately raising his Zen staff to resist, opening up a huge Golden Bell Shield.

However, after only resisting for less than half a breath, the Golden Bell Shield shattered, the old monk spat out blood, rolled into the dense forest, barely propped himself up, and looked at the Empress falling gracefully in the sky with despair.

He once thought he was very strong, already standing at the peak of the Mortal Realm, not far from the Half-Step Celestial Realm.

However, when truly facing a Celestial Realm “Martial God,” he was like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

“Your Majesty, spare me…”

Xu Zhenguan’s face was icy cold, and she raised her sword to strike down.

However, at this moment, suddenly, a sigh abruptly appeared from within the forest:

“Your Majesty, how about you stay your hand?”

Xu Zhenguan suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes staring at the figure that had abruptly appeared within the range of her divine sense.

She bit her silver teeth tightly, both surprised and angry:

“Xuan Yin?!”

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ps: Trying to gradually move the update time forward.