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The stench of blood was so thick that it was impossible to dispel it along the long street.

Han Tuo isn't completely dead yet.

The commander of the Palace Guard was now slumped beside a pile of rotten warhorse corpses, bleeding from all seven orifices, his breastplate shattered into dust.

His mouth was wide open, like a fish out of water, and a "whoosh" sound came from his throat as his fingers spasmed and scratched at the muddy ground.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to invoke the righteousness of the imperial court, and even to cry out for help.

But Shen Mo didn't give him that chance.

A clean cloth shoe stepped on his chest.

"In my next life, I hope to be reborn as a wise person."

Click.

The sound of his sternum cracking was drowned out by the rain. Han Tuo's eyes bulged, his body stiffened abruptly, and then went completely limp.

[Ding! Villain defeated: Han Tuo (Commander of the Palace Guard)]

Good/Evil Points +8000

Shen Mo didn't even glance at the system panel.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the mess on the ground, over the layers of green tiles and flying eaves, and landing directly on the magnificent palace complex in the distance.

That's the Imperial Palace.

It is the heart of the Zhao Song dynasty.

"Shen Mo..." Yang Yuhuan's voice trembled in her mind. She looked through the mirror at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the streets, then followed Shen Mo's gaze to the palace. "You... what are you going to do?"

"Go do what you should have done a long time ago."

Shen Mo replied calmly.

The next moment, he moved.

With a flash of green, he soared into the sky like a roc, instantly rising from the ground and landing steadily on the towering eaves of a nearby restaurant.

My toes lightly touched the slippery glazed tiles, without even splashing a ripple.

Having mastered the Golden Goose Technique, he felt as light as a feather.

At this moment, Shen Mo, relying on 135 years of innate true energy, transformed into a streak of azure light, soaring across the densely packed rooftops of Lin'an City. Each leap covered a distance of tens of feet, as if shrinking the earth to an inch.

Whoosh!

He left a trail of afterimages in the air and sped straight toward the palace.

The second floor of the teahouse.

The jade frame of the folding fan in Huang Yaoshi's hand snapped with a "crack".

"This lightness skill..." His pupils contracted sharply, "A hundred feet in an instant, leaving no trace on the snow... Such agility and speed are unparalleled in this world!"

Hong Qigong was so shocked he almost bit his tongue off: "Good heavens, this old beggar has never admired anyone in his life, but this lightness skill... even if the Central Divine Wang Chongyang were resurrected, he might not be able to match this speed!"

Only Guo Jing stared blankly in the direction where Shen Mo had disappeared, then suddenly seemed to realize something, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Rong'er! Seniors!" Guo Jing's voice trembled. "That direction... is the imperial palace!"

"He didn't intend to run away!"

"He's going to kill the emperor!"

The moment those words were spoken, the private room fell into an instant silence.

Huang Rong clutched her chest, her breathing rapid: "He's gone mad... he's really gone mad... that's the Emperor!"

"The Emperor?"

Huang Yaoshi suddenly sneered, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes. "If there truly are immortals in this world, what is the emperor? Let's go! Follow them! Today's performance will likely shatter the centuries-old martial arts world!"

……

The Imperial Palace of Lin'an, Lizheng Gate.

This is the main south gate of the imperial city, which is usually heavily guarded and lined with imperial guards.

But at that moment, the imperial guards at the gate only felt a blur before their eyes.

A blue gust of wind swept in from above.

"Who goes there! This is forbidden territory of the palace; trespassers shall die!"

A commander of the Imperial Guards drew his sword and roared. Before he could finish speaking, he and his sword flew out and crashed heavily into the vermilion palace gate, leaving a pool of flesh.

boom!

Shen Mo didn't even slow down.

He descended from mid-air, carrying immense innate true energy, like a blue meteor, and crashed headfirst into the two copper-clad palace gates, each weighing a thousand pounds.

A deafening roar shook the heavens.

The palace gate, which was strong enough to withstand the impact of a battering ram, shattered into pieces in an instant. Huge copper nails flew in all directions like hidden weapons, turning dozens of imperial guards behind the gate into sieves.

Shen Mo stepped into the imperial city, his footsteps treading on the wood chips and bloodstains scattered on the ground.

"Assassin! Assassin!"

"Quickly! Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

A sharp whistle rang out throughout the palace. Thousands of imperial guards and personal attendants surged in from all directions, densely packed like ants.

"Those who block my way shall die."

Shen Mo remained expressionless, not even raising a hand.

He just strode forward.

But within a three-zhang radius around him, it seemed to have become a meat grinder.

His protective inner energy circulated rapidly, and any weapon or arrow that came near him was instantly shattered into pieces and then bounced back at an even faster speed.

Puff puff puff!

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.

Those imperial guards who usually considered themselves experts had their throats cut by their own blades before they could even see Shen Mo's face clearly.

Shen Mo was like an emotionless bulldozer, advancing straight along the imperial road towards the Funing Palace, the deepest part of the palace.

Wherever they went, corpses lay strewn across the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

There is no enemy who can withstand a single blow.

There wasn't even anything that could make him pause for half a second.

It was like a giant dragon soaring through the heavens crushing ants.

……

Inside the Funing Hall.

Zhao Kuo huddled on the dragon throne, trembling like a leaf.

The screams and roars outside grew closer, each one like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

"Where's Gu Zhen? Where's Han Tuo?"

Zhao Kuo roared hysterically, "Where are my three thousand imperial guards? Where are my divine crossbows? Are they all dead?!"

Inside the main hall, the few remaining old eunuchs and palace maids knelt on the ground, trembling, and no one dared to utter a sound.

"Your Majesty..."

A young eunuch, his face covered in blood, stumbled in, crying out, "We can't stop him! We can't stop him at all! That sorcerer... that sorcerer isn't human! He's a demon! He smashed up the Lizheng Gate!"

"What?!"

Zhao Kuo's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

Smash down the palace gates?

Is that even human?!

"Quick! Take me away! To the secret passage! I need to go to the Lin'an Prefecture camp!" Zhao Kuo jumped off the dragon throne in a panic, not even caring that he had lost a shoe in the process.

Just then.

Boom! ...

The two large nanmu wood doors of the Funing Hall, carved with golden dragons, along with half of the wall, suddenly shattered.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure in blue slowly walked in.

His clothes were neat and spotless.

Only those eyes were so calm that they sent chills down your spine.

"Where do you want to go?"

The silent voice echoed in the hall, not loud, but it drowned out all the noise.

Zhao Kuo froze.

He looked at the young Taoist priest, his legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the gold brick floor.

"You...you..."

Zhao Kuo pointed at Shen Mo, his finger trembling violently. "I am the Emperor! I am the true Dragon Emperor! How dare you murder the Emperor? You will be punished by Heaven!"

Shen Mo walked up to him and looked down at the emperor of the Song Dynasty.

"A true dragon?"

Shen Mo scoffed, "A worm terrified by the Jurchens, only baring its fangs at its own people, dares to call itself a dragon?"

"Protect the Emperor! Kill him for me!" Zhao Kuo screamed in despair.

Several loyal old eunuchs around him gritted their teeth and rushed forward, holding a whisk and a dagger in their hands.

Shen Mo didn't even look at it, and casually waved his sleeve.

Bang bang bang!

Several plumes of blood mist exploded in the air.

The hall fell completely silent.

Shen Mo bent down and, like picking up a dead dog, grabbed Zhao Kuo's hair and lifted him up by force.

"Ah—! It hurts! Let go! I command you to let go!"

Zhao Kuo was in so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face, and he kicked his legs wildly.

Shen Mo brought him up in front of him, and their eyes met.

"I'm asking you."

Shen Mo's voice was calm. "When you ordered Yue Fei's execution, did you, the Zhao family, ever imagine this day would come?"

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment, then shouted frantically, "That was the late emperor's business! What does it have to do with me! I didn't kill Yue Fei! I will exonerate Yue Fei! I am a good emperor!"

"A good emperor?"

Shen Mo's lips curled into a sneer, "Colluding with the Jurchens, selling military secrets, and willing to cede territory and pay reparations in order to protect the throne, even sending troops to besiege and suppress martial arts practitioners in our own country."

"Is this what a good emperor is like?"

Zhao Kuo's face was deathly pale, his eyes flickering: "I...I did it for the sake of the nation! For the sake of all living beings! If I anger the Great Jin, war will break out, and countless lives will be lost. I will endure this humiliation!"

"Bearing humiliation and hardship?"

Shen Mo smiled.

The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"They feed the wolves with the blood and flesh of the people, and then claim they are doing it for the good of the flock."

"Zhao Kuo, you don't even believe your own story, do you?"

Zhao Kuo felt the palpable killing intent in Shen Mo's eyes and finally broke down completely.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

He cried and begged for mercy, "I'll make you a king! I'll appoint you as my imperial advisor! I'll marry a princess to you! I'll give you anything you want! I'll even give you half of the Song Dynasty!"

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do whatever you say!"

"Please... I don't want to die..."

A foul odor emanated from Zhao Kuo's crotch.

This Song Dynasty emperor was so frightened he wet himself.

A hint of disgust flashed in Shen Mo's eyes.

In her mind, Yang Yuhuan sighed, "This is the emperor? He doesn't even have the backbone of the parrot I keep at home."

"Indeed," Shen Mo said calmly.

He looked at the snot-nosed good-for-nothing in his hand and shook his head.

"I don't care about your empire."

"I have no interest in your princess either."

"I only want one thing."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhao Kuo's eyes: "What? What do you want? I'll give you anything!"

Shen Mo leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I want your life, to... add some spice to the lives of those innocent souls you killed."

Zhao Kuo's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

"No--!!!"

He opened his mouth wide and let out a bloodcurdling scream, "I am the Emperor! I represent the fate of the Great Song Dynasty! If you kill me, the Great Song Dynasty will surely fall into chaos! The Jurchens will invade the south, the Han people will perish, and you will be a sinner for all time—"

"Noisy."

Shen Mo suddenly clenched his five fingers, and the innate true energy flowed in his palm, transforming into an invisible membrane of energy.

puff.

It's like crushing a ripe watermelon.

The screams abruptly stopped.

Red and white substances flew everywhere, covering the magnificent dragon throne, but were completely blocked by the extremely refined true energy from Shen Mo's grasp, and not a single speck of filth touched his skin.

The headless corpse twitched twice and then stopped moving.

Shen Mo released his hand, and with a gentle tremor of his true energy, he flicked away the bloodstains clinging to the outside of the air membrane. His hand remained fair, slender, and as clean as ever.

Zhao Kuo's body slid limply to the ground and knelt right in front of Shen Mo.

[Ding! The notorious villain Zhao Kuo (Emperor of the Song Dynasty) has been defeated.]

Good/Evil Points +100000

Current Good/Evil Points: 142700