Young White Horse: I, Ye Dingzhi, offer sacrifice to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

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After a long time.

Emperor Tai'an said hoarsely, "I do this only for the sake of the country and its people, for peace and prosperity."

A flash of bloodlust crossed Ye Dingzhi's eyes as he coldly said, "What a fine excuse, 'for the sake of the world and the nation'."

"Since you care so much, then I'll destroy it right in front of you!"

Say it.

Ye Dingzhi's figure suddenly soared into the sky, his body surrounded by surging crimson mist!

"Grand Supervisor!" Qi Tianchen roared, and the whisk on Bai Yufu once again unfurled into thorn-like wings, smashing fiercely towards Ye Dingzhi.

Zhuo Qing immediately channeled his inner energy and struck out with a palm.

"The Dao is profound and mysterious, and the mind is naturally pure." Qi Tianchen murmured softly, extending his left hand and pointing a finger at Ye Dingzhi's chest. Visible frost instantly covered half of Ye Dingzhi's chest.

"Imperial Preceptor!" Zhuo Qing shouted.

"Beneath the nine heavens, all are mortals." Qi Tianchen suddenly withdrew one finger, waved it towards the sky, then pointed it towards the ground: "Suppress!"

The overwhelming crimson true energy emanating from Ye Dingzhi was suppressed in an instant—just a moment, but that was enough.

Zhuo Qing struck Ye Dingzhi with a palm strike.

Ye Dingzhi took a slight step back, then gently lifted himself forward, his face showing surprise: "Your martial arts!"

"Yes, this is my martial arts! In the past six months, you haven't been the only one who's become stronger!" Zhuo Qing's palm followed Ye Dingzhi's thrust forward and then backward, as if it were glued to Ye Dingzhi's chest. 7

"The Void Thought Technique... There's actually someone in the Northern Li court who knows this martial art," Ye Dingzhi said slowly.

"No, the one worn in the Northern Gate is the Void Thought Technique, while the one left in the Northern Li is the Void Embrace Technique. The two techniques share the same origin and are inherently mutually reinforcing and restraining. We've been waiting for this moment for a long time." Zhuo Qing's python robe danced wildly amidst the flow of his true energy, the giant python on it seemingly coming to life, thrashing about as if about to soar into the clouds and transform into a dragon.

"Mutual generation and mutual restraint exist only when our levels are similar. Right now, you've merely climbed a high mountain, while I'm already in the clouds!" Ye Dingzhi said calmly.

Qi Tianchen suddenly flicked his whisk: "Sect Leader Ye's analogy is truly excellent."

"What does the Imperial Preceptor mean?" Zhuo Qing asked angrily.

"I just wanted to say, Master Ye's eloquence is truly remarkable. You are a high mountain, while he is already in the clouds. It's truly wonderful." Qi Tianchen extended a palm and placed it on Ye Dingzhi's shoulder: "I, Qi, am unworthy, having neither climbed mountains nor been in the clouds. I am merely a mortal walking on flat ground."

Chapter 65: The brutal killing of the Green King, his corpse strewn for miles! To shock the world!

Standing atop the city wall, Baili Dongjun looked at this city he had visited three times before and murmured, "Am I too late?"

"Master Ji and I originally intended to stop him at the city gate, but even together we were no match for him. He must have already reached the palace gates. Inside, there are dozens of martial arts masters, all at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, as well as the Imperial Preceptor, the Grand Eunuch, and the Sword Guardian. Master Wangyou is also present." Li Xinyue stood up, leaning on her sword. "But..."

"I'm afraid we still can't stop him." Ji Ruofeng lay on the ground and smiled bitterly. "Back then, Mr. Li could enter and leave the palace as if it were empty. He could kill the emperor with just a wave of his hand. Even if Ye Dingzhi hasn't reached that level yet, he's close. Baili Dongjun, how is your martial arts now? I heard you were crippled before."

Baili Dongjun lightly stamped his foot, raised his hand and waved it, activating the Heaven-Piercing Technique, his green robes fluttering in the wind.

"Wow, half-step Divine Travel!" Ji Ruofeng exclaimed. "No wonder you're Mr. Li's last disciple."

"Master Ji isn't dead yet, is he?" Baili Dongjun asked, looking down.

Ji Ruofeng wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth: "I won't die, I won't die. Ye Dingzhi showed some leniency."

"Alright!" Baili Dongjun lightly touched the ground with his toes and flew towards the palace: "Wait for me to come back."

.....

On the Qingyun Terrace.

The atmosphere in the arena changed instantly as Qi Tianchen's palm struck Ye Dingzhi.

The originally chilling and fierce clash of true energy suddenly became gentler.

Ye Dingzhi said calmly, "The Imperial Preceptor's martial arts are not the 'illusionary skill,' yet they can still blend with my true energy."

"I, Qi, studied under Daoist Qingfeng of Huanglong Mountain, learning the Eight Trigrams Heart Gate internal energy technique. The so-called Eight Trigrams, Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui, are like a huge container that can hold all things in heaven and earth. Therefore, your internal energy techniques are of the same lineage, while my internal energy technique can merge with all things in heaven and earth. I was unable to use it last time, but this time I can fight again." Qi Tianchen smiled slightly: "Sect Leader Ye, please forgive me."

Qi Tianchen stomped his foot heavily on the ground, and a huge Bagua shape appeared within ten zhang of the three of them.

"You want to compete with me in internal strength?" Ye Dingzhi frowned.

"I am not very talented, but I am a bit older and willing to give it a try." Qi Tianchen suddenly frowned, and his Taoist robe and beard all rose up!

"I have the internal energy of two people within me, which combined is almost a hundred years old. The Imperial Preceptor is older, perhaps a hundred years old as well!" Ye Dingzhi roared, his whole body trembling, sending Qi Tianchen and Zhuo Qing flying.

Zhuo Qing's face turned pale instantly, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Qi Tianchen's expression changed slightly, and the Bagua shape under his feet trembled slightly: "Sect Leader Ye's internal strength is truly astonishing."

Ye Dingzhi didn't speak, but instead activated his illusory mind technique and took a deep breath.

Zhuo Qing and Qi Tianchen felt their internal energy flowing continuously into Ye Dingzhi's body, while Ye Dingzhi's eyes burned redder and redder, turning blood red.

Xie Zhi watched this scene from afar, his Heavenly Slash trembling slightly, but he did not go forward directly.

Now is not the time for him to make a move.

After nurturing the sword for half a year, it's only a stick of incense's time away.

At this time.

Master Wangyou clasped his hands together, his face compassionate: "Benefactor, please stop."

With a loud "boom".

A golden bell enveloped Ye Dingzhi, suppressing him within.

Ye Dingzhi's practice of the "illusory thought technique" was thus interrupted.

"This technique... is not bad."

The crimson color in Ye Dingzhi's pupils faded slightly, and the crimson demonic energy around his body calmed down a bit.

The old monk's technique was actually able to suppress the backlash of demonic energy within his body.

“Amitabha, benefactor, you have fallen deeply into demonic possession. You should know that the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.” Master Wangyou said slowly, “This old monk can let you stay in Hanshan Temple and suppress your demonic energy every day.”

"Turn back?" Ye Dingzhi chuckled lightly. "As the saying goes, a monk doesn't lie. Do you really think I can turn back?"

Master Wangyou said in a deep voice, "Benefactor, turning back is just a matter of your own decision."

"If you have pent-up resentment in your heart, you'll never be able to turn back." Ye Dingzhi shook his head indifferently.

At this time.

With a "snap" sound

Baili Dongjun landed on the Qingyun Platform. On his back was a long sword, pure white, and on his right waist hung a long sword, untouched by dust. On his left waist hung a wine gourd. His green robes fluttered in the wind from the surging true energy emanating from the three people, making him look incredibly dashing and elegant.

"Who is this person?" A group of experts surrounded Emperor Tai'an.

“The grandson of the Marquis of Zhenxi, Baili Dongjun,” Zhuo Qing said in a deep voice.

"Was it you who wanted to wipe out my entire Zhenxi Marquis's family back then?"

As soon as Baili Dongjun stood still, he snorted coldly and threw a punch, knocking back several experts who were blocking Emperor Tai'an's way.

Qi Tianchen exclaimed in alarm, "Young Master Baili, don't be impulsive!"

Everyone assumed that Baili Dongjun had come to stop Ye Dingzhi, because they had all heard that Baili Dongjun, the eldest disciple of Snow Moon City, had appeared in the Western Territory to resist the Demonic Sect. Now that Baili Dongjun had appeared in Tianqi, he was naturally there to stop Ye Dingzhi.

"Baili Dongjun, what do you want to do?" Emperor Tai'an roared.

Baili Dongjun looked at the group of experts and pointed at one of the handsome young men: "What's your name?"

The young man's voice was shrill, but he was a eunuch: "In charge of incense, Jin Xian."

“If you use martial arts, I will use martial arts too. Then you will be responsible for your own lives. The emperor will definitely die, and you will most likely die as well.” Baili Dongjun clenched his fists, his bones cracking. “What do you think?”

Jinxian shook her head: "I don't understand what you mean, young master."

"Alright then." Baili Dongjun picked up the gourd on the left, tilted his head back and took a sip, then wiped his mouth: "Enough with the nonsense."

A figure in green flashed by.

Baili Dongjun has already stood beside Emperor Tai'an.

Such agility... A bead of sweat rolled down Jin Xian's forehead.

“This is called ‘A Drunken Journey of a Thousand Miles.’” Baili Dongjun grabbed Emperor Tai’an’s shoulder, leaped over the heads of dozens of experts, and even though they were all experts at the Heavenly Realm, they couldn’t stop him at all.

Master Wangyou tried to stop him, but Ye Dingzhi blocked his way.

Xie Zhize watched this scene indifferently, without making any movement, simply continuing to accumulate sword intent.

At this point, the life or death of Emperor Tai'an was no longer of great significance.

Even if this battle ends, Emperor Tai'an will not live for more than a few days.

What he needs to do is kill Ye Dingzhi, prevent Ye Dingzhi from taking over the Northern Li kingdom, and continue the Northern Li dynasty.

Meanwhile, the fate of the Northern Li Kingdom rests atop Jian Ge.

Baili Dongjun, carrying Emperor Tai'an, landed at another corner of Qingyun Terrace. Then, Baili Dongjun drew the Undying Dust sword from his waist and planted it in the ground: "If you pass this sword, your emperor will be gone. I mean what I say. Don't forget what my grandfather's nickname was. I am his grandson and have inherited his true teachings."

"What do you want!" Zhuo Qing waved his hand, stopping the others.

Baili Dongjun glanced at Emperor Tai'an, then extended a hand and clenched it slightly.

"Baili Dongjun! You have gone too far!" Emperor Tai'an roared.

"I want to collect a debt." Baili Dongjun slapped Emperor Tai'an hard, sending him flying.

"Your Majesty!" the crowd exclaimed.

Zhuo Qing hurriedly brandished his sword to stop the crowd: "He didn't use martial arts!"

Everyone then realized that although Baili Dongjun's slap was very powerful and solid, he did not use internal force. Otherwise, that slap alone would have blown Emperor Tai'an's head open.

However, Emperor Tai'an's body is now extremely old and frail. Even though this palm strike did not use internal force, it still nearly killed Emperor Tai'an.

Emperor Tai'an lay on the ground, pointing a finger at Baili Dongjun: "I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'm lonely'?" Baili Dongjun stepped on Emperor Tai'an's face.

"That's too presumptuous," Zhuo Qing said in a low voice.

Baili Dongjun glanced at Zhuoqing, the Grand Eunuch, and laughed, "So what? I don't want to be a prince or a marquis anymore. I'm just a wanderer in the martial world. If the emperor wants to punish me, then he can punish me."

"Besides, hasn't the emperor already condemned our Zhenxi Marquis's mansion?"

"Tsk tsk, that's a crime punishable by the execution of the entire family."

After Baili Dongjun finished speaking, he paused and suddenly asked, "Who is the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review?"

"Me." A burly man stepped out from the crowd, carrying a huge machete: "Shen Luohan, Minister of the Court of Judicial Review."

His temper was notoriously bad in Tianqi City, but to become the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, one couldn't be too good-tempered.

"What crime have I committed?" Baili Dongjun asked.

"You struck the emperor, of course you deserve to die." Shen Luohan slung the knife over his shoulder, his expression complicated, cursing inwardly: Baili Dongjun, you bastard! I've always treated the school well, yet you're making things difficult for me at this crucial moment?

Baili Dongjun lowered his head and asked Emperor Tai'an, "Is this a capital offense?"

Emperor Tai'an angrily shoved Baili Dongjun's foot away, slowly got up from the ground, dusted off his dragon robe, and said in a slightly cold and hoarse voice, "This is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!"

"Oh?" Baili Dongjun smiled slightly.

Emperor Tai'an clenched his fists, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He was the emperor, how could he have ever suffered such humiliation!

Everyone in the field was shocked.

Baili Dongjun, however, remained smiling, seemingly without any surprise: "I never expected that a dignified emperor would actually reach the Heavenly Realm?"

Emperor Tai'an, his dragon robe billowing wildly, his expression fierce, suddenly threw a punch at Baili Dongjun, the wind from the punch tearing through the air like a dragon's roar.

Baili Dongjun simply stretched out a palm and directly grasped Emperor Tai'an's fist.

"I've said it before, if you don't use martial arts, I won't use martial arts either. But if you do use martial arts, don't blame me for being impolite." Baili Dongjun then struck Emperor Tai'an in the chest with a palm strike, but with most of the force withdrawn: "Don't blame me for bullying an old man!"

The punch shattered Emperor Tai'an's true energy, causing him to fall directly into the Free and Easy Realm.

"Does being an emperor give you the right to arbitrarily exterminate entire families? What's the point of having such good martial arts skills? Freedom Realm? I'll make sure you're not free." Baili Dongjun threw another punch.

Freedom enters the Vajra.

“I think it’s still a bit too high, what do you think?” Baili Dongjun raised his fist again.

Emperor Tai'an had been knocked back against the wall by the punch he had just received. He clutched his chest and looked at the group of experts over there. Zhuo Qing's hand, which was gripping the hilt of his sword, was covered in sweat. He looked at the Undying Dust stuck there and swallowed hard.

If they didn't act, the emperor would already be tortured to this extent. If he survived, then standing idly by would also be a grave crime.