Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 390 You dare call for swords? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
"It doesn't go my way..."

Upon hearing these four words, Wei Yuan unconsciously repeated them in a low voice, followed by a bitter smile.

Since things don't go my way, I'll unleash my fury and spill blood, even if it's a king, I won't hesitate to kill him.

This is the true pure warrior: who cares about the rise and fall of the world, or the raging floods? As long as my mind is clear, that's enough.

Moreover, Emperor Yuanjing's past performance was absolutely terrible; he was a true ruler who brought about the downfall of his country.

Even if he were to be killed, the people of Dafeng would probably applaud, and as long as Wu Xian doesn't go to extremes, even the court officials might compromise because of his powerful military might.

After all, Yuan Jing had been cultivating Taoism for nearly twenty years. Apart from playing power games, he did nothing else. Many upright ministers had long been dissatisfied with him and wished for his early death so that a more diligent and capable emperor could take his place.

However, unlike the others, Wei Yuan knew more inside information.

Indeed, through the vast intelligence network of the night watchmen, he had noticed Yuan Jing's abnormality from various clues over the years. He suspected that Yuan Jing had been possessed, and that person was none other than the late Emperor Joan of Arc, who had been dead for over thirty years.

In other words, even if Yuan Jing were killed now, it would only be killing a figurehead. Apart from weakening the fortune of the Great Feng Dynasty again, it would not play a crucial role at all. Moreover, it would alert the enemy and make the Empress Dowager Zhende, who was hiding in the shadows, more vigilant and harder to deal with.

With this in mind, Wei Yuan struggled to his feet, intending to use telepathy to tell Wu Xian the truth.

However, the next second, a hand suddenly pressed down on his face, its five fingers tightening like iron clamps, cracking with a snapping sound.

Wei Yuan's head was throbbing with pain. He was lifted into the air, and just as he was about to resist, a strange power spread from his face to his entire body, and in an instant, all the power in his body disappeared.

No! To be precise, it should be a seal.

Apart from his physical body, both his vital energy and his primordial spirit were forcibly imprisoned by that force, making him unable to use them at all, as if he had returned to the state of an ordinary person.

Wei Yuan was shocked, and just then, he heard Wu Xian's calm voice—

"I'm sorry, Lord Wei, please take a rest for now."

Boom————

The Hall of Longevity shook violently, and those inside could not stand still. They swayed like lone boats in a tsunami, and it took a long time before they finally came to a stop.

Emperor Yuanjing, whose cultivation level was only close to the fifth-grade Golden Core stage, was no exception. He lay half-lying on the ground, his jaw clenched as he looked ahead. When the thick smoke dissipated, a deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters was clearly visible.

Wu Xian jumped out of the pit, expressionless, and stretched out his right hand. With a clang that pierced the air, a streak of bloody light flew in from outside—it was the blood-stained knife that he had previously stuck in the ground.

"Yuan Jing...do you have any last words?"

Wu Xian spoke calmly, his gaze sweeping over the princes and princesses in the main hall. He only lingered for a moment on Huaiqing and a girl in a red palace dress before looking at the very back, at the middle-aged man in a magnificent Taoist robe. His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and disgust, which made Yuan Jing feel annoyed.

This guy... where did this monster even come from?!

Everything was ready, and I only needed to wait two more years for my plan to be realized. Why did such a strange guy have to appear at such an inexplicable juncture?

Emperor Yuanjing felt a surge of overwhelming hatred, but he dared not make the slightest move against his own body.

Regardless of whether he can win or not, once his main body leaves the dragon vein, he will inevitably be unable to escape the investigation of the supervisor. At that time, he will not only face a martial artist who is suspected to be above the second rank, but also a first-rank sorcerer who is almost invincible below the super rank!
Thinking of this, Yuan Jing couldn't help but feel puzzled again. Why hadn't the Supervisor appeared yet? As a first-rank sorcerer, the Supervisor was inextricably linked to the fate of the Great Feng Dynasty; their fortunes were intertwined, one's prosperity was their prosperity, and one's ruin was their ruin. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the Supervisor would not stand idly by and watch the Great Feng emperor die.

Unless someone stops him.

But here's the problem: among the almost invincible supervisors of the Great Feng Dynasty, who, apart from those of the highest rank, could possibly hold him back?

"Yunlu Academy, Zhao Shou..."

Emperor Yuanjing slowly uttered these words, his eyes already bloodshot.

Yunlu Academy possesses a carving knife left behind by the Confucian sage, which allows them to utilize a portion of the sage's power for a short period. Given the Confucian sage's unparalleled strength, even if they could only use a fraction of his power, it would be enough to hold off the supervisor for a while.

"Ha! Not stupid after all."

Wu Xian chuckled, then slowly stepped forward, dragging his blood-red longsword. Sparks flew as the tip of the blade scraped against the ground, producing a piercing sound that filled the hearts of the princes and princesses with immense fear, causing them all to collapse to the ground, including the fourth prince, the son of the Crown Prince and the Empress.

"Wu Xian!"

Just then, two figures stepped out and blocked Emperor Yuanjing's path.

One of the tall women, dressed in white and holding a long sword, was none other than Princess Huaiqing.

She looked at Wu Xian with a resolute expression, her eyes filled with complexity and absurdity. She never imagined that she had only asked him to look for her cousin in the early hours of the morning, but things had turned out to be so outrageous. It was more absurd than a dream.

"You are not allowed to harm my father!"

A tearful voice rang out behind Huaiqing. It belonged to a beautiful young girl in a red palace dress. Her face was radiant and her features were delicate. Even with tears glistening in her eyes, there was still a unique charm in her peach blossom eyes. She was truly a sight to behold.

Princess Lin'an, the second daughter of Emperor Yuanjing, is also known as the Nightclub Princess or Bitch. She is also the only female lead among the protagonist Xu Qi'an's wings who has the attribute of being a pretty face but not a real woman.

Because of Huaiqing, Wu Xian had naturally met the other party, and had even been recruited by him because of the copied poems.

However, he was busy building a good relationship with Princess Huaiqing at the time, and since he had no experience in raising fish, he directly refused, saying that he did not want Princess Huaiqing to misunderstand.

After that, the two had no contact, but they never expected to meet again in such a scene.

Wu Xian shook his head, took a step forward, and appeared behind the two of them. Huaiqing and Lin'an's vision went black, and they collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"Here comes the sword!"

Almost the instant the two women fell to the ground, Emperor Yuanjing suddenly shouted.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling sword light shot out from the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple, which was more than ten miles away. In the blink of an eye, it crossed many layers of space and arrived in the Hall of Longevity, slashing towards Wu Xian's head.

"Ha! You dare to summon a sword?"

(End of this chapter)