Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 362 Not even a polite "you" (Seeking monthly votes!)

Inside the Chuigong Hall.

Zhao Gou sat in a chair, his face slightly bluish, with veins bulging and throbbing on his forehead.

He suppressed his raging anger and looked at the ministers and generals kneeling on the ground: "Thirty years ago, Prime Minister Cai was assassinated in his residence by Ren Shaoyang, which caused an uproar throughout the country and made the court lose face."

"Now, Prime Minister Qin has been attacked at his residence, and his fate is unknown. Even the Imperial Guards have not sent any word about him."

Zhao Gou slowly rose, his face grim: "Why him? It's always him! Is there no one who can control Ren Ni? Or do you all want to see him take my life?"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

The crowd below looked extremely frightened and said one after another, "Your Majesty, please take care of your health and don't upset yourself!"

“That’s right! Heaven blesses Your Majesty, the supreme ruler, protected by heaven, earth, and gods. Even the most rebellious and unruly thief will be punished by Heaven! But if Your Majesty suffers even the slightest injury, this old servant will be guilty even if I die ten thousand times.”

"Enough!" Zhao Gou shouted, his voice hoarse, like a leaky bellows. "After all that talk, it's all nonsense! You want me dead? Not so easy!"

Seeing that Zhao Gou was swaying, an old eunuch with white hair and beard stepped forward and supported his arm.

Zhao Gou slowly sat down in the chair, took a few deep breaths, and then said, "Can you hold off Ren Shaoyang?"

"This old minister swears to defend Your Majesty to the death!"

"Anyone who comes against me will have to step over me first!"

"In other words," Zhao Gou said, turning his head slightly, enunciating each word clearly, "you can't hold them off anymore, can you?"

"Yes, yes~" the crowd answered in hushed tones.

"Useless, utterly useless!" Zhao Gou's chest heaved violently. After a moment, he suddenly burst into laughter, panting heavily, "Haha, what a bunch of useless trash!"

"Your Majesty!" a minister suddenly said in a trembling voice, "Master Tianzheng of Shaolin, accompanied by the Five Elders, Master Taichan of Wudang, with Master Yinping of the Iron Cavalry, and Zhang Canjin, Wan Suiyu, and Liu Shenzhang of the Yangtze River Waterway are all in the city. Should we summon them?"

"Them," Zhao Gou said, slightly lost in thought, "can they stop Ren Shaoyang?"

"Yes, yes!" the minister hurriedly replied. "These masters are the most powerful figures in the martial arts world; they will surely be able to stop Ren Ni!"

"Then summon them to the palace." Zhao Gou waved his hand wearily. "If they kill Ren Shaoyang, I will reward them handsomely."

"Yes!"

The ministers and generals all agreed.

"By the way, are Zhang Jun and Han Shizhong still unwilling to attack Yue Fei?"

The crowd exchanged glances, the minister from before looking embarrassed, and whispered, "Your Majesty, Zhang Jun and Han Shizhong have already returned to their camp."

"Returning in triumph." Zhao Gou paused for a moment, then rubbed his temples. "Alas, without Yang Yizhong, I can't remember anything."

Seeing Zhao Gou's exhausted appearance, everyone felt complicated, but dared not say anything.

It just gives you a sense of impending doom and utter devastation.

Just like the humiliation of Jingkang back then.

"Ah, Prime Minister Qin!"

"Prime Minister Qin, what's wrong?"

A gasp of surprise rang out outside the palace gate, but the sound abruptly stopped before it could fully subside.

Just then, the old eunuch behind Zhao Gou suddenly appeared, walked out the door, and returned a moment later.

But then I saw that he was carrying a person in his hand.

Upon seeing this person, everyone in the palace was astonished and utterly horrified.

The man had a white face and black beard, was missing an ear, and had his skin split open, revealing his teeth and flesh, making him look extremely ferocious.

Who else could it be but Qin Hui?
"Ah~!"

Zhao Gou was so frightened that he slumped into his chair and shouted, "Prime Minister Qin?" He looked at the old eunuch, "Feng Yi, what's going on?"

This old eunuch was none other than Feng Yi, who had followed Zhao Gou since the Jingkang Incident and was once the most powerful eunuch.

Later, due to palace intrigues, he was exiled to Pingluo in Guangxi. However, after a few years, Zhao Gou found the new chief eunuch unsuitable and recalled him.

While in Guangxi, Feng Yi unexpectedly encountered a strange encounter and obtained an ancient Brahmanical skill called "Earth Goddess Power" transmitted by a strange monk from India.

This martial art involves merging the entire body with the ground beneath one's feet, absorbing the vital energy of the plants and trees underground. Each time one absorbs this energy, one's mind becomes clear and bright, and one's strength bursts forth.

Combining the hand seals he had acquired from the secret Indian cultivation, his inner energy surged and rippled, his entire being condensed within the energy mass, appearing both real and illusory.

By this time, Feng Yi was not only loyal and devoted, but also highly skilled in martial arts and capable in handling affairs, and had become a trusted confidant of Zhao Gou.

Feng Yi put Qin Hui down, put his hands in his sleeves, frowned slightly, and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, he is about to die!"

"What do you mean?"

Feng Yi said, "Prime Minister Qin's heart meridian has been severed; he clearly died from shock."

"Dead?" Zhao Gou was stunned, pointing at the pale-faced Qin Hui and exclaiming, "He... wasn't he alive and well?"

Feng Yi explained, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Qin appears to be perfectly fine, but in reality, someone used a miraculous technique to prolong his life and replenish his yang energy, bringing him back to life. However, this method is too drastic and depletes his yang energy too quickly, completely exhausting Prime Minister Qin's inner strength. His current appearance is merely a temporary resurgence before death."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gou opened his mouth, speechless.

Feng Yi sighed and said, "The ability to bring the dead back to life is such a terrifying skill that I have only ever seen it in one other person."

"Who?"

"Yuan Thirteenth Limit!"

"what!"

Feng Yi turned to look at Qin Hui and said with pity, "The reason why Prime Minister Qin was saved was not out of kindness, but to make him suffer more pain, so that he would die in greater pain."

Upon hearing this, large tears suddenly streamed down Qin Hui's face, and he sobbed incoherently, unable to speak. Zhao Gou looked at him with pity and said gently, "Prime Minister Qin, you have suffered."

Qin Hui jolted, his face showing a struggle, and turned to look at Zhao Gou. Involuntarily, he slowly stepped forward, trembling as if he were about to kneel down.

Suddenly, Feng Yi shouted, "Your Majesty, be careful!"

Zhao Gou shuddered, his eyes snapped open, and he cried out in disbelief, "Qin Hui, what are you doing?"

But Qin Hui's face was contorted with rage, his eyes bloodshot. He roared and pounced.

Its mouth opened too wide, one side of which had no skin or flesh to support it, becoming torn and enormous, and it went straight for Zhao Gou's carotid artery.

"Ah!!!" Zhao Gou darted under the table, shouting, "Protect the Emperor!"

Suddenly, Feng Yi shouted, "Die, you bastard!"

With a swift movement, he floated forward, aimed at Qin Hui's back, and with a "plop," inserted both "hands" and braced himself from the left and right!
Feng Yi cultivated the "Earth Mother Power," infusing his hands with earth energy, making them extremely hard, like metal fingers cast from five different metals, gleaming coldly and exuding a murderous aura.

With a forceful push from both hands, a loud "ripping" sound rang out, and Qin Hui was torn in two without even a cry, his internal organs and blood gushing out in all directions.

Zhao Gou happened to peek out from under the table and was immediately drenched in filth, even swallowing several mouthfuls. He was filled with anger, fear, and disgust, and couldn't help but scream:

"Ugh~ Feng Yi, you're disgusting me!"

"Your Majesty!" the people in the hall cried out in alarm, and they all rushed forward to check.

Amidst the chaos, a soft chuckle was suddenly heard.

Feng Yi's cultivation level and hearing were both exceptional, yet he remained inside the hall for a long time without realizing someone was on the beam. Upon hearing the sigh, he was greatly alarmed, abruptly looked up, and blurted out, "Who?"

With a whoosh, he simultaneously formed a hand seal, shot into the sky, and pounced straight down.

But it was he who lunged forward and let out a painful groan.

When Feng Yi's iron hand, capable of piercing through metal and stone, touched the main beam, he felt a domineering and murderous aura, sharp as knives, scissors, needles, and drills, scissing, stabbing, and drilling at his ten fingers.

His Brahmanical secret techniques were already extremely domineering, but when they came into contact with that even more domineering evil energy, they were like snow melting in the sun, instantly dissolving into nothingness.

A sudden, intense pain shot through him, and an equally powerful shockwave ripped through his five fingers. Had he not possessed profound inner strength, his finger bones would likely have been shattered!
Even so, the bones of Feng Yi's right middle, ring, and little fingers were broken. The pain was sharp and caused him to gasp.

He suddenly flipped backward, staggering back ten or so steps.

Feng Yi stopped and saw that all five fingernails were torn open, about to break off, revealing bright red flesh, a shocking red that also exuded an eeriness.

What kind of skill is this?
It is harder than metal and stone?
Feng Yi looked up and saw a white figure gracefully descending. Immediately, evil thoughts arose in his heart, and he formed a hand seal to attack.

The man in white smiled slightly, casually blocked the incoming finger, and with a sharp sound, flicked Feng Yi's wrist with his finger.

"Crack!"

Feng Yi's wrist was broken, and he was in excruciating pain, but he reacted quickly and struck out with his left palm.

Unexpectedly, the man casually tapped the button again.

Feng Yi felt a sharp pain in his left palm, and a hole burst open in his palm with a "poof." Fragments of bone and flesh splattered all over his face, instantly disrupting the rhythm of his palm technique, and he could no longer execute the subsequent moves.

He knew his own predicament, staggered back two steps, and lost his footing.

Suddenly, the white-robed figure flicked his fingers again, lightly flicking them three times, releasing three sharp bursts of energy, extremely thin and fine.

Feng Yi's protective aura crumbled layer by layer, and he felt an icy chill in his chest. Without thinking, he turned to the side and used a back hammer to smash into the chest.

This impact could deform even a wall made of iron!

Because this is the true power of the earth carried by the "Earth-Binding Mother Force," this collision has the power to shake the earth and mountains.

Unexpectedly, the collision struck the person in the white robe.

The man in the white robe smiled and said, "So-so." A surge of black energy suddenly rose around him.

Instantly, a tremendous force of shockwave retaliated.

Feng Yi screamed and flew backward violently. With a crack, he embedded himself in the wall like a javelin and fell silent.

The hall fell silent for a moment, then Zhao Gou called out softly, "Yang Yizhong?"

These three words, spoken softly and delicately, struck the ears of the crowd like a thunderbolt, leaving them speechless.

"Your Majesty."

Wearing a bamboo hat, Yang Yizhong stood behind the desk, his eyes meeting Zhao Gou's, and he bowed respectfully.

Zhao Gou said in a trembling voice, "Yang, my dear Yang, are you also plotting rebellion?" As he spoke, he looked at the white-robed man facing him.

Ren Shaoyang stood with his hands at his sides, calm and composed, as if he were not carrying out an assassination in the imperial palace of a country's capital, but rather traveling freely among mountains and seas.

Yang Yizhong said in a deep voice, "The people are now filled with resentment, the country is no longer a country, families are no longer families, and unrest is breaking out everywhere. It is all the fault of the officials." He paused for a moment, then roared:
"Your Majesty, please accept your death!"

Zhao Gou was shocked and furious: "You—!"

Just then, Ren Shaoyang suddenly said, "Go!" Without lifting his foot or moving his hand, the black sword shot out into the air.

The ministers and generals present felt a chill in their hearts and collapsed to the ground.

In an instant, the hall was filled with pools of blood, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

Ren Shaoyang's gaze shifted, glancing at Zhao Gou.

Zhao Gou's face was ashen. He collapsed to the ground, crawled backward a couple of times, trying to speak, but his throat was dry and he couldn't utter a single word. He took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty:
"Sword God Ren, if you can spare my life, you will..."

bass!
Ren Shaoyang casually waved his hand, and a flash of black light appeared.

Zhao Gou's expression froze. Before Yang Yizhong's horrified eyes, his head tumbled off, and blood gushed from his chest, shooting straight to the roof.

Ren Shaoyang sneered: "Not even using the formal 'you' (formal)? You're asking for death!"

(End of this chapter)