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"It's rash of you to cause trouble for me on Da Feng's territory."
The supervisor nodded slightly, picked up his wine cup, took a small sip, and did not rush to place another piece.
"However, his steady and methodical style of playing chess is very similar to his teacher's. It turns out he learned it from you."
I wonder if that impulsive and pedantic tendency was inherited from you, a Confucian sage!
As the "Confucian Sage" token fell, streams of bright red blood seeped from the wizard's robes of Salen Agu, disappearing in an instant.
In the distant land of Yasukuni, a massive tsunami struck, with towering waves sweeping across the coast and causing countless deaths and injuries.
Salun Agu's face seemed to have paled slightly, and he said faintly:
"In my opinion, even if he acted impulsively and betrayed the Witch God Cult, he is still better than you, a wicked child who murdered your master."
During his reign as the ruler of the Great Feng Dynasty, he never engaged in any conflict with the Witch God Cult!
The power of heaven and earth lifted a chess piece, which landed with a thud on the chessboard.
The supervisor's expression remained unchanged; instead, he poured out the wine from his cup, dispelling the dark clouds overhead.
Within the territory of Da Feng, as long as Da Feng does not perish, he will be an invincible being below the Super Grade.
The supervisor squinted and said, "When Emperor Wuzong started his rebellion, it was an inevitable trend. Five hundred years ago, that faction favored treacherous officials and indulged in pleasure, which led to rampant corruption and widespread suffering among the people."
The teacher believed that given time, Da Feng would eventually overcome his deep-seated problems and restore order to the government.
"But I felt that without destruction there could be no construction. The Great Feng needed to undergo a rebirth from the ashes, and in the end, I won."
This five-hundred-year period of peace and prosperity is the best way for me to repay his kindness in passing on his knowledge.
Salun Agu walked slowly to the edge of the Bagua Platform, overlooking the capital city. "The Great Feng of not long ago is so similar to that of five hundred years ago."
The supervisor said, "It's different now; we've been reborn."
Salun Agu did not turn around, but looked in the direction of the palace. "I still have one move to make."
“I know, my disciple.” The supervisor didn’t even look up, yet he already knew the Grand Wizard’s plan.
"It's not hard to guess at all; you're almost out of pieces."
"What good are your moves? You're just prolonging your life for a while longer."
Salen Agu's gaze grew increasingly profound, his eyes filled with deep sorrow. Having lived to his age, even in defeat, he could quickly regain his composure.
Since we've already lost, what's the use of getting angry?
"Betraying one's master and ancestors is a traditional skill of your lineage."
"Delaying it might just break the deadlock."
"Dream on." The supervisor scoffed.
The emperor's palace.
Yuan Jing's clone was meditating when he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart. He knew that his main body was going to Jingshan City to ambush Wei Yuan and Li Chang'an.
All the high-ranking wizards of the Witch God Cult headquarters, plus Joan of Arc's original body, the Tribulation Yang God, and the original text from the Western Regions Buddhist sect.
The Witch God is about to awaken; with such strength, how could he possibly lose to Li Chang'an?
Empress Joan of Arc used the method of transforming into the Three Pure Ones, splitting her body into separate entities that barely sensed each other.
"There shouldn't be any problem... As long as these two are dead, Huaiqing's foundation is still shallow, and the supervisor cannot commit regicide. The imperial power of Dafeng still belongs to me."
He slowly opened his eyes and got up, wanting to go outside for some fresh air.
Squeak... As soon as I opened the door, I saw more than a dozen night watchmen standing at the entrance.
"Who are you, daring to stop me?"
A night watchman with a high ponytail and an arrogant expression turned around and chuckled.
"This humble servant, Xu Qi'an, the night watchman, is here by order of the Heavenly King to protect His Majesty's safety."
"It's windy outside, please rest inside."
Emperor Yuanjing, who had been on the throne for nearly forty years, was instantly enraged. The night watchman was his right-hand man, yet now he was being placed under house arrest!
"presumptuous!"
Clang! Clang! Clang...
Upon hearing the shouts and curses, all of the dozen or so swords were drawn without the slightest hesitation from the night watchmen.
Xu Qi'an glared fiercely at Emperor Yuanjing, "You dog emperor, get the hell inside!"
Then, he kicked Emperor Yuanjing in the buttocks, sending him flying back to his palace.
"Holy crap...that's awesome!" Xu Qi'an exclaimed in admiration.
"Next time, kicking the dog emperor... I'll do it." Song Tingfeng, with his squinty eyes, looked on with envy.
Back in his palace, Emperor Yuanjing felt uneasy. After much thought, he decided that he should let his spirit leave his body and go to the South Garden to see his true form, only then would he feel at ease.
When Zhen De's spirit left her body, her physical form was protected by the power of a second-grade tribulation-crossing technique. If the protective technique was still intact, then naturally everything would be fine.
He sat up cross-legged and activated the weak Yin spirit that had just formed within his body. After several attempts, he successfully left his body.
After the spirit left his body, he saw a fierce-looking night watchman at the door.
The Daoist Yin spirit is formless and intangible, so it can't do anything to these martial artists now. If the opponent's qi and blood are too strong, it might even injure him.
Emperor Yuanjing cursed the night watchmen fiercely, then immediately sped south towards Zhongjing City.
He quickly arrived below the Nanyuan Hunting Grounds, passed through caves, and came to the underground dragon vein, where the true body of Emperor Zhende was hidden, one of the few places in the Great Feng territory that could shield the supervisor's view.
However, when he got there, he was terrified.
A tall woman in a Taoist robe, with a flying sword hanging at her waist, and a veiled, alluring woman sat on a boulder in the cave.
On the cave floor, several black hunting dogs were devouring a corpse whose face was long since unrecognizable.
The corpse was almost completely devoured, and the hunting dogs were fighting over the few remaining bones.
Looking at this scene, Li Miaozhen sighed, "Ever since I came down from the mountain, my goal has been to assassinate the dog emperor."
"Now that his two clones are dead, the remaining one is just a walking corpse and poses no threat anymore."
"Su Su, I suddenly feel that my youth is gone forever."
Su Su fanned herself with a small fan and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Once youth is over, you're no longer a girl, but a young woman. Isn't that good?"
"Moreover, the Heavenly King is so powerful that he even killed a second-rank Yang God. Presumably, the first-rank Grand Wizard couldn't do anything to him either."
"You should just settle down and get married. No one, not even the Ice Lord or the Taoist Master Xuancheng, can beat the Heavenly King. Even if the Heavenly Venerable himself came, he would still have a hard time."
Listening to the conversation between the two women, Yuan Jing's clone felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and almost doubted that he was hallucinating!
Joan of Arc conspired with Salen Agu to get rid of Li Chang'an and Wei Yuan, didn't she?
How come it's reversed?!
How could two second-rank beings kill a first-rank being? What are the super-rank witch gods doing here?
Without the Witch God Cult, how can I become an immortal emperor?
Most importantly, Joan of Arc's spirit was beheaded! He was killed!
"No, no, no!"
Emperor Yuanjing's Yin spirit let out a shrill scream, and the newly formed Yin spirit instantly shrank back into its original form.
Li Miaozhen's primordial spirit suddenly fluctuated, and her flying sword immediately flew up to protect her. However, the fluctuation from the direction of the cave entrance disappeared instantly.
"Something just came by; it seems to be a spirit."
Su Su, whose cultivation level was weaker, didn't feel anything. "She's probably a rogue cultivator who stumbled in and was frightened by the scene."
The Yuan Jing clone in the palace suddenly opened its eyes and began to process this terrible fact.
Joan of Arc's physical body died; her physical body and spirit perished, and her life and spirit vanished!
"What exactly is going on!"
"why why!"
Emperor Yuanjing's face was completely bloodless, his hair was disheveled, and his expression was distorted.
"It must be Salun Agu who betrayed me!"
"It must be Li Chang'an and Wei Yuan who used their trump card to save their lives. In order to protect the main altar of the Witch God Cult, Salun Agu sacrificed my second-grade Yang God!"
"A Yang God at the Tribulation Transcending Realm, forty years of hard work, forty years of planning, all lost in a single day!"
At this moment, Yuan Jing's clone almost collapsed. All the blood essence he had devoured from the people over the years, and all the elixirs he had painstakingly refined, had been wasted.
Emperor Yuanjing smashed everything in sight in anguish; his palace was a mess, nothing but ruins.
The strongest original body is dead, the second strongest Huaiwang clone is gone, and only the most useless Yuanjing clone remains.
This clone was created to seize the throne and use the national fortune of the Great Feng Dynasty to suppress the calamity fire. To conceal his true intentions, Yuan Jing's clone was only at the sixth-grade Yin God realm.
With such weak strength, they have completely lost the ability to fight against Li Chang'an and Wei Yuan.
"A backup plan, I still have a backup plan..."
"The Great Feng Dragon Vein Qi is in my hands; Joan of Arc's true form has already condensed it."