Bian Ji found himself at a loss for words for a mont.
In fact, with his keen eyes, he had indeed noticed that when the Sword Qi swept across the platform, Zhao Douan had already lost control.
How powerful is "Kaitian"?
Or more precisely, how powerful would it be to wield "Kaitian" by channeling the expansive power contained within the sword, using the Dragon Essence within his body to step upon the Taia Sword?
Zhao Douan did not know!
As he had said, today was the first ti he gripped the Taia, and he had only practiced the "Kaitian" Sword technique in his consciousness for two days.
Two days earlier, on the night of his Breakthrough, he had learned this sword technique in the Martial God Map.
Especially when he was in the study, falling amidst a pile of books and paintings.
While perusing the many biographies of the Grand Ancestor Emperor he had collected, he discovered several instances in the books where Old Xu had summoned the sword through the air on nurous occasions.
Combining this with what he had seen in his dreams, he had tried to summon the sword with the help of the Dragon Essence, and at that ti, he distinctly felt a faint response from deep within the Imperial Palace.
Hence, today's scene on the platform where he attempted to imitate the historical records and summon the Taia Sword through the air.
Zhao Douan did not know if he could succeed, nor did he know how powerful the Taia Sword truly was, whether it could allow him to contend with Tianhai.
Nor did he know what the scene would be like when "Kaitian" was unleashed.
Thus, he truly could not stop himself.
Of course...
Even if it was misunderstood that he intended to strike a deadly blow, so be it. If he cared about the opinions of others, he would not be "Yama Zhao."
"Fanciful nonsense! Clearly looking for excuses. If the Taia Sword is under your control, how could you not control its strength?"
The head monk of the Precepts Hall, his face as somber as water, said,
"Everyone knows that Tianhai's 'Compassionate Gaze' can distinguish good from evil. It must have seen you as a malevolent being, and Ksitigarbha granted divine punishnt accordingly. Tianhai simply lacked the power to stop it. If you were a good person, how could such a thing happen!"
Having said that, the old monk, not wishing to argue further, waved his hand and commanded in a stern voice,
"Disciples of Divine Dragon Temple, where are you? Please escort Mr. Zhao down from the platform for further investigation!"
Are you insane? Bian Ji cast a surprised look at him, his expression darkened, ready to interject.
Within the Divine Dragon Temple, multiple factions checked and balanced each other.
The monks from the Precepts Hall belonged to Long Shu Bodhisattva's camp, not the sa faction as Bian Ji who followed Master Xuan Yin.
"Stop!"
Now, the court's representatives could no longer sit by. Mo Zhaorong, representing the Empress here, her face changing slightly, spoke up to intervene.
Although she was a rival in love with Mr. Zhao and delighted to see him deflated,
At this mont, she absolutely could not sit idly by and watch.
Eunuch Hai and Xue Shence both stepped forward, ready to intervene.
The monks from the Precepts Hall, holding their monk's staffs, sward onto the platform, closing in on Zhao Douan who was already exhausted and unable to fight.
Gongshu Tianyuan's face twitched, and he turned to look at the many elder priests beside him.
The situation had escalated far beyond what he, a Zhu Dian with status but no real authority, could decide.
And just at this critical mont,
Suddenly, a sowhat aged voice ca from not far, from the Heavenly Master Mansion,
"Who dares?"
The first word "who" was still in the sky, but the next word "dare" was already close at hand.
Gongshu Tianyuan and Priest Jin Jian both lit up, their faces showing delight.
The wind picked up sharply.
On one side of the square, the many priests from the Heavenly Master Mansion suddenly bowed deeply forward in unison, in a gesture of worship.
Structures within the city that protected the Imperial City appeared to be drawn by so heavenly chanism.
A tall figure with narrow eyes, draped in a dark, soft priest's robe, glided over, looking like a deity personified.
Old Heavenly Master arrived, taking one step from the horizon and standing beside the exhausted Zhao Douan, with a casual and composed deanor, looking around at the monks.
"Disciples, greeting the Heavenly Master!"
The many priests voice their salutations in unison.
On the Divine Dragon Temple's side, Master Bian Ji's expression changed slightly, and the raging Precepts Hall head monk also quieted down.
The monks pressed their palms together and bowed their heads.
"Amitabha, we have seen Heavenly Master Zhang."
On the court's side, Mo Chou, Xu Junling, Yuann Li, Xue Shence… even the haughty Eunuch Hai were all taken aback and hurriedly paid their respects.
"Greetings to Heavenly Master Zhang!"
"Greeting the Heavenly Master..."
"Bowing before the Heavenly Master..."
In the blink of an eye, as Zhang Yan Yi arrived, the assembled people hastily stood to give salutations, and among the thousands of commoners, many knelt and worshipped as if before a divine being.
Zhao Douan's mind buzzed, not expecting the legendary Old Heavenly Master to appear.
Without ti to think thoroughly, he instinctively turned his head, pondering the deanor that would please the powerful elder as he looked at the revered face of Heavenly Master Zhang.
However, when he saw the smiling visage of Zhang Yan Yi,
Zhao Douan was dumbstruck, his mouth agape, the words "Heavenly Master" caught in his throat, and his eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost:
"Old... Old Wang?!"
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The next chapter will update before daybreak.
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