The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"You lowly rat, how dare you!"

Tangxi Ye's voice boomed like thunder, carrying the awe-inspiring majesty and overwhelming fury unique to those who had long held positions of power.

In that instant, even the air seemed to be lowered by his voice, becoming as still as an abyss.

This is the moment he's been waiting for.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

From the moment the Pavilion Master of Fengxiao Pavilion appeared, he knew that Guixu Palace would not let this go.

The people of Guixu Palace always act with meticulous planning and deadly intent.

The Heavenly Punishment Hall launched a frontal assault, the Imperial World Pavilion launched a flanking attack, and the Fengxiao Pavilion secretly released poison.

So he kept waiting, waiting for them to come out on their own.

Wait until these venomous snakes hiding in the shadows reveal their fangs.

"Since you're all here, none of you will leave. Bury them all here!"

The emperor's dark robe with gold patterns billowed in the wind like surging dark clouds, and the moment the Night Weaver Sword was drawn, a black sword light pierced the sky.

The sword light was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, as if the entire night sky had been woven into the sword's body.

Where the sword flashed, blood blossomed silently, poignant and chilling.

The few dark figures at the forefront didn't even have time to let out a scream before their heads were separated from their bodies.

The body fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"kill--"

There are too many people in the Imperial Pavilion.

One batch falls, another surges up; they are an endless swarm of ants.

It is an undercurrent constantly surging from the gutter, endlessly filling every gap that has been torn open.

They have been trained to not know what fear is.

Tang Xiye gripped the Weaving Night Sword tightly in her hand, like an ancient ferocious beast awakening.

He glanced back at Tang Xixue. With him here, his Zhizhi would be protected.

"No matter how many people there are, they're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs."

He unleashed a sword strike.

The sword energy of this strike was vast and powerful, splitting the entire void in two.

It was as if someone had drawn a line between them, a line separating life and death, with an invisible ruler.

"Bang!"

As the sword flashed, the dark figures exploded one after another, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"Run! It's Emperor Shengchen!"

"Tangxi Ye actually came."

"This is insane!"

"Shouldn't he be in Baiyujing?"

"For a ruler of a nation to venture deep into enemy territory, he must be truly insane!"

The people of Yushige finally showed fear.

They are not afraid of death.

But when death comes in a crushing way, that false courage instilled in one's bones deflates quickly, like a punctured husk.

They began to back away, pushing and shoving each other in an attempt to escape the black sword light.

But Tang Xiye didn't give them a chance to back down.

"Trying to escape now? Too late."

He drew his sword, took a step, and soared into the air.

The gold patterns on the dark imperial robe resembled golden lightning appearing and disappearing in the dark clouds.

The Night Weaver Sword whirled in his hands, and with each strike, several dark figures perished.

He stepped forward, his face calm as he trod over the fallen corpses.

Just then, a series of rapid whooshing sounds came from the surrounding area.

"Tangxi Xuanyin, you've come uninvited."

"What exactly is your intention?"

Si Xingzhou raised his hand and waved it gently.

His movements were somewhat relaxed and leisurely.

But as his hand fell, countless elite Xingze warriors clad in silver armor surged out from the shadows.

Like a tidal wave crashing back, it completely blocked the escape route of Yushige.

"Starry Sky Armor Guards, heed my command!"

The sound of the star-keeper during the day is like a cold spring.

"Leave no one alive."

Arrows rained down like locusts, and swords flashed like snow.

Arrows from the Xingze Xuanjia Guards rained down from all directions, each one precisely seizing a fleeing shadow.

Those Imperial World Pavilion Heavenly Dao Apostles who attempted to break through fell one after another.

Tang Xiye raised her eyes and gave Si Xingzhou a cold look, but did not confront him at this moment.

"This Holy Emperor has actually come to our Xingze. If we can keep him here..."

"We shall follow Your Majesty's arrangements and refrain from any rash actions."

"First, sweep away these ants."

Further away, three figures with profound and awe-inspiring presence stood with their hands behind their backs on the rooftop.

Those were the three old elders of Xingze, their hair and beards all white, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, and who knew how many years they had lived.

They just stood there, without making a move, not even twitching their sleeves.

However, wherever their gaze fell, any Yu Shi Ge expert who attempted to escape through the air was firmly pressed to the spot by an invisible pressure.

The oppressive force was so heavy, it felt as if the entire sky was pressing down on his shoulders.

It makes even breathing difficult.

"Damn it—why are all the geniuses of the Nine Provinces gathered at Divine Medicine Valley? What's wrong with them?"

Yin Shi, the master of the Imperial World Pavilion, stood in the shadows, watching this scene with a face ashen like a piece of rusty bronze.

He had thought that if hundreds of elites attacked at the same time, even if they couldn't kill the Heavenly Physician of Life Weaver, they could at least create enough chaos.

But he never expected that the assassins of the Imperial World Pavilion, who had been lurking in the shadows for years and had never failed, would be slaughtered like vegetables in front of this group.

He took out a blood-red token from his sleeve.

It was covered with dense, eerie runes.

Yin Shi raised the token high and recited an obscure and sinister incantation.

"Imperial Pavilion, activate the Blood Fiend Formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood of hundreds of corpses gathered in mid-air, forming a surging, blood-red river.

It was ferocious and terrifying, like a sea of ​​blood and demons.

The River of Blood swept towards Tangxi Night with the force of thunder and the murderous aura was overwhelming.

"Blood forms the array, and malevolence the blade. Is this the Imperial World Pavilion's trump card?"

Tang Xiye looked down at the rushing, blood-red river, as if critiquing a poorly made counterfeit.

"That's all there is to it."

He raised the Night-Weaving Sword, tip pointing downwards, and gently slashed it.

The movement was light and effortless, like drawing an arc on paper with a brush dipped in ink.

A golden arc of light emanated from the tip of his sword, its radiance both brilliant and sacred.

The River of Blood collided with that arc of light, like a basin of filthy blood being splashed onto a red-hot iron.

Amidst hissing sounds, crimson steam rose into the sky.

The River of Blood was forcibly split in two.

The current surged past Tang Xiye's sides without even touching a corner of his robe.

Yin Shi's expression changed completely.

"Damn it, the Celestial Physician of Destiny has so many people with great fortune protecting him!"

His voice carried a kind of exasperated resentment, as if a chess player who lost the game refused to admit that he was inferior in skill and only cursed his opponent for being too lucky.

"Tang Xiye, I refuse to believe you can defy the heavens!"

He lunged at Tang Xiye with lightning speed, like a black bolt of lightning.

A dark golden ball of light condensed in his palm, containing extremely terrifying power.

Even the surrounding air was distorted and deformed by that force.

Tangxi raised the Weaving Night Sword at night.

One sword.

Only one sword.

The speed of that sword strike was beyond the limits of the naked eye; Yin Shi couldn't even see the trajectory of the sword.

He felt a chill in his chest and looked down.

The Night Weaver Sword had pierced his chest, its tip protruding from his back.

"How...how is this possible..."

Yin Shi looked down at the sword that had pierced through his body, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I possess power bestowed by Heaven... how could this be...?"

"Ha, so what of Heaven's will? I'll annihilate it all!"

Tang Xiye's voice was extremely domineering, each word like the clang of metal, shaking the surrounding area.

"Evil spirits roam freely, and the laws of heaven have collapsed. Today, I am the new order."

He drew his sword.

The action of drawing the sword was swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Yin Shi's body fell from the sky, like a puppet with its strings cut, crashing heavily to the ground.

His eyes were still open, his pupils were already dilated, and a final, frozen disbelief remained in his eyes.

Tangxi Xue sits high on the clouds, and the pride of all nations fight for her.