Chapter 186: A Leisurely Talk on Imperial Hegemony ###
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
At this ti, since the lightning and thunder was not very fierce, ng Qi was afraid he might be lacking in power. He did not dare to activate his Thunder God Imprinting. Instead, he violently shouted,
“Kill!”
His shout was as powerful as the spring thunder, making the room rattle and the beams shake. If not for the thunder rumbling outside, the guards on the roof and outside would have already been aware that sothing was wrong inside.
The Evil Prince’s montum had risen to the extre. He was shrouded in his strength and kept secure by his spirit as if his whole body resided between existence and nonexistence. He did not belong to that place, not on the opposite bank, nor in the mid-stream. In other words, he was not affected by ng Qi’s Thundering scream at all.
He then employed falsehood to cover up reality, turning both his strength and spirit into a vacuum. ng Qi, who was going at full throttle to run his genuine Qi and spirit in order to counter him felt torn apart by this skill and sick to the point of vomiting blood.
Knowing that he could not passively defend, ng Qi projected his will outwards while keeping his concentration within and drew his blade to strike.
This move driven by the essence of Heaven Blade belonged to “Mortal Dust Fall”. The light of his blade was ethereal and flashed from area to area, resembling fish in the water or ghosts in one’s heart. It changed with his montum and his mind. It was difficult to control and left him feeling defenseless.
“Terrific!” Evil Prince half-heartedly praised. From a feinted nothingness, he reached out his right hand and pointed at ng Qi’s mid-brows.
His gestures were constantly changing. Every change brought with it illusions that were hard to distinguish because it altered with ti and followed montum. It was impossible to tell the real from the false.
At this mont, even though he had made further progress in his Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords, and preliminarily comprehended Qi-breaking Move, ng Qi realized that this move of Evil Prince combined virtuality and reality, which seed full of flaws and danger.
This ant that Evil Prince’s realm and strength were much superior to his!
Facing this move, ng Qi should have no way to break it. What he could do was use his “Mortal Dust Fall” driven by the essence of Heaven Blade to block it.
The light of his blade leaped, and every mont it changed in response to Evil Prince’s gestures, which were the soul traction and self-evolved in Kung Fu world.
Boom!
When his mid-finger, though made of flesh, pointed to the tip of his blade, ng Qi felt his entire body shake as if struck by thunder. His right arm went numb, and he lost consciousness temporarily. At the sa ti, his blood churned and a dark golden glow burst out, making him nearly spit so blood. Fortunately, he had already reached the sixth pass of the Golden Bell Shield.
Refusing to give up, ng Qi pulled out his Ice Palace Sword with his left hand. The light from his sword was pure yet had a prevailing thirst for blood. It was the very “Yama’s Invitation”.
The concentrated sword light broke through layers of strength one after another and directly pointed at Evil Prince’s mid-brows with no sign of retreating!
Evil Prince slightly gasped, withdrew his right hand, and gently slapped the blade with his palm.
This palm seed to be powerless, but in ng Qi’s eyes, it was getting bigger and bigger nearly to the extent of enveloping heaven and earth.
His sword tip was about to stab the center of Evil Prince’s palm when the montum of his palm suddenly changed turning virtuality into the reality. Streaks of trendous power suddenly began gushing out one after the other like the roaring waves of a stormy sea.
ng Qi took three steps back. Although he had the Golden Bell Shield to protect himself, the jaws of his left hand were a little split with small streams of blood flowing out.
Evil Prince’s montum was still at its peak, and he quietly defused ng Qi’s Sword Qi which had just been concentrated. With a cold expression, he raised both palms, making him seem unusually tall and appear like a supernatural evil.
Rumble!
With the rumble rising to a deafening pitch and the lightning lighting up the sky as if it were dayti, the battle at the distant Hall of Diligent Governnt reached its climax.
ng Qi did not hesitate anymore for his right arm had regained consciousness, and his will was building up again. He forced his will to drive his blade and made the purple thunderbolt mark on the back of his left hand glow brightly.
After fighting, ng Qi knew that with the present strength of his Golden Bell Shield, his bladesmanship, his sword art, and even employing Mortal Dust Fall, Yama’s Invitation, Sacrifice Formula, and Peace Quietude Split all together while disregarding any consequences, it was still difficult for him to actually inflict damage on such an Evil Prince. Even the probability of a successful escape was only 50%. After all, Evil Prince’s visionary demon’s body thod was illusory, from which was difficult to break away!
He was imrsed in emotion, and his soul was like a calm lake where all the things around him were reflected. Though it was impossible for him to fully grasp the flow of Evil Prince’s genuine Qi and the distribution of his strength, he could hear the thumping of his heartbeat, which contained innurable anings.
With a single beam of light from his blade, more than 33 ters of the splendid mortal world showed up. Such a scene was made by “Mortal Dust Fall” indeed!
Though he could not make sure whether Evil Prince had the obsessiveness of complaints, hatred, love, and separation, ng Qi believed he was bound to have great ambitions, which he pursued but failed to obtain for the ti being. How could a mortal not be caught in Mortal Dust Fall?
This move displayed more gist of blade theory and more variation of bladesmanship than what he had used to cut Evil Prince at the center of the Pei River before. This was ng Qi’s harvest from his recent fighting experiences.
As the dark clouds gathered together along with the silver snakes swinging, suddenly, they ford a streak of thunder light as thick as a bucket and brilliantly fell down from the heaven.
Apart from the two Great Grandmasters who were fiercely fighting in the Hall of Diligent Governnt, all the other people in the imperial palace were affected by the traction of Qi activity. Looking up at the sky, they saw the God Thunder falling from heaven. It was both magnificent yet terrifying!
Bang!
As the bodyguards around the Taiji Hall watched with horrified expressions, the bolt of thunder pierced through the roof, charring all the people nearby, and rumbled in.
“The punishnt from Sky Thunder?” The guards and the eunuchs sohow thought of the defeat in the northwest and the violent scramble of the imperial authority.
“Thunder Blade Furious Monk…” Both Ruan Yushu in the courtyard next to the Taiji Hall and Luo Shengyi who led the guards to circle the Hall of Diligent Governnt, as to get rid of them, whispered at the sa ti.
After having sucked the essence and broken through the bottleneck, ng Qi set foot in the Great Grandmaster’s realm and nearly reached the point of harmony between man and nature with every act and movent manifesting the great power.
The troops that revolted, who had the seventh prince as their puppet and the Holy School as orthodoxy, swept their enemies in the world suppressing Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism and completing the long-cherished wish of past dynasties.
“After the emperor abandons his throne, I will realize my dream. Since there are no more obstacles then, I will reach the realm of the harmony between man and nature and break the void.”
When he was fully satisfied, Evil Prince suddenly felt heartache as if he had been invaded and attacked by sothing. When he ca to his senses, he saw that the blade with the electric light shining had already cut the Protective Upstanding Qi open and was near at hand.
Once the Immortal Pressing Art operated, it would change the dying into the living and eliminate the blade strength. With a huge rumble, a thick strike of thunder light, like the ruler of the heaven and the earth, fell down and lit up the whole room making it difficult for ng Qi to open his eyes.
All the thunder light wound around the “Evil Ordeal” and fell upon the Evil Prince with a sense of obliteration.
Evil Prince quickly circled himself ti and again to accommodate the thunder light and the blade strength to desperately eliminate them changing the dying to the living through the Qi wall built by the Upstanding Qi and the ridian vessels of his body.
During his fast circling, streaks of electric light were tossed out, and puffs of strength overflowed making use of strength to directly hurl ng Qi out.
With a thump, ng Qi hit the ground. The dark golden glow around him was about to split, blood was spraying from his mouth, and his ridian vessels were seemingly broken. The power of the Immortal Pressing Art was evident.
As the electric light disappeared, the room beca quiet again. Since he had just learned the rudints of the sixth pass of the Golden Bell Shield and increased his strength and energy through the Qi-cultivation of Eight Nine Mysteries, he just didn’t have the strength to walk as when he had slaughtered Yuan ngzhi. Still, he managed to stand up with an effort looking at Evil Prince.
Upon seeing him, ng Qi was so scared that he quickly picked up his blade and sword and got ready for a second fight.
Evil Prince stood there with his back straight. Apart from so darkness in his face, he still wore a grim expression and looked ng Qi in the eye. Nothing seed to be wrong with him.
How could it be? Sky Thunder did not eliminate him? ng Qi was shocked and about to begin the Sacrifice Formula to cut him again.
With the repression of the countercharge, his soul beca calm. ng Qi realized sothing was wrong for he could not feel Evil Prince’s heartbeat now.
In a flash of inspiration, he was about to kick out a stone to see whether he was still alive when he heard Evil Prince say sothing.
His voice was weak and his eyes empty. In fact, he did not breathe anymore as if an obsession was driving him to speak,
“The accomplishnts in imperial hegemony have been ruined over leisurely talk, which cannot be equal to a drink…”
Bang! He fell to the ground face up with dark smoke coming out from his Seven Apertures. His body could not stop twitching, but then it quickly cald down, and his voice echoed in the Ziji Pavilion for a long ti.
“Evil Prince Guan Ying has been beheaded, and the circulation of the Immortal Pressing Art has ceased, so Side Task Three has been completed. You will be rewarded with 300 Karma points and are allowed to take the Immortal Pressing Art from Evil Prince yourself, but you cannot exchange it for Karma points nor can you teach it to others.”
The voice of the Lord of the Six Reincarnations rang in ng Qi’s ear giving him a deep sigh of relief for Evil Prince had finally died!
Only those who participated in the side task could obtain a reward of Karma points, so this ti only ng Qi acquired them.
ng Qi composed himself, approached Evil Prince, and bowed to him as a show of respect for a powerful enemy.
He put his sword into its scabbard and squatted down to search Evil Prince for the Immortal Pressing Art. Since Evil Prince had run the Immortal Pressing Art to suck the strength of his blade light into the Qi wall and dissolved the force of his ridian vessels, the surface of the Immortal Pressing Art was unexpectedly in good condition, unlike Yuan ngzhi, who had split into pieces of charred ashes with nothing intact on him.
ng Qi also believed that if the things of Evil Prince were indeed broken by the Sky Thunder, the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms would remake a copy of the Immortal Pressing Art for him.
When he first produced a piece of cloth, which was sothing like fur, and sensed the sll of the Demon Venerable’s spar, he suddenly understood that it was the article to wrap the spar.
Since the movent made by the Sky Thunder was bound to alert the guards on the roof and around the corner, they had to send so of them to see if there was a fire. Hence, ng Qi did not examine the cloth but directly cramd it into his robe and continued to search the body finding a thick gray script on which was written: “Immortal Pressing Art”.
Putting away the script, ng Qi searched him again but found nothing else. He concentrated on searching for the Demon Venerable’s spar because it was so small that it was easy to miss.
Soon, ng Qi touched the cold spar. It felt very strange for it seed that it was not a lifeless stone but a dead creature with flesh and blood.
When his palm touched the spar, he felt the combination of heat and coldness. ng Qi smilingly withdrew his hand.
Just then, sothing strange happened for ng Qi felt the surging essence pour out from the Demon Venerable spar and swarm into his body, which was a seemingly overbearing whole-body imbuing regardless of his intentions.
The essence sward into his ridian vessels and filled his body until he felt like exploding. He was unable to get rid of the spar. ng Qi could only activate the Golden Bell Shield to suck the essence from his body, which was natural and without any impurities.
As the dark golden glow folded in, ng Qi wholeheartedly concentrated on the digestion and absorption of the essence. He was barely able to stand up for he felt as though he were carrying heavy weights.
At that mont, ng Qi understood why Evil Prince had to hide in the Taiji Hall, an extrely dangerous place, to absorb the spar essence to enhance his strength. In the end, he was split by the Sky Thunder though he deliberately said a bunch of nonsense to buy ti. He also realized why the old emperor had fallen into a coma when he had hurriedly sucked the essence for the first ti.
It had not been their choice! Like it was not his choice either right now!
Although he was extrely disgruntled, ng Qi had to restrain himself and tried his best to absorb and digest the essence.
As the essence was crazily absorbed, the sixth pass of his Golden Bell Shield was rapidly promoted. ng Qi was not happy at all because the guards alive on the roof would rush in to see whether the emperor was hurt by the Sky Thunder and whether it had destroyed any buildings or started any fires.
Upon landing on the ground, they were shocked on the spot because, in the Ziji Pavilion, the side tables, the screen, the desks, and all the other things were ruined. The old emperor lay on the royal bed with his Seven Apertures bleeding … dead. In front of the royal bed were two n, one of whom had fallen on the ground and the other standing in the center. The fallen one was also dead with a blackened face while the standing one’s left hand was at his back. With his right hand pressing the sword hilt and his hair ssy, he still bore an arrogant grandmaster’s manner.
ng Qi looked at the hole in the roof and spoke in an indifferent voice with a hint of guilt, “I’m one of the emperor’s bodyguards. Being a little late, I found His Majesty had been killed by Evil Prince. I had to slaughter him to repay His Majesty’s kindness.”
If I said so, would you believe ?
The two guards looked at each other and firmly shook their heads. If he had been a bodyguard, they should have seen him before because he had to eat and sleep.
ng Qi pressed his lips together and slightly sighed, “Then do you want to know who is the new emperor and which imperial prince wants to murder his father?”
The two guards’ expression changed at once, and they suddenly shouted,
“Assassin!”
Don’t act like that! I could spin you a long tale. ng Qi was yelling frustratedly inside. He pulled out his sword with his right hand despite it feeling like lead, and at the sa ti, he sped up the Golden Bell Shield to frantically suck up the spar essence.
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