The Second Prince immediately sneered, not believing that anyone present could break the Kasaya Demon-Suppressing Formation. "Trying to scare me, huh?" he mocked.
With a cold laugh, he said, "Make me run? Hah, who do you think you—"
BOOM!
Before the Second Prince could finish, an earth-shattering explosion erupted, followed by a surge of overwhelming demonic might.
In an instant, the heavens darkened, and the world lost its color.
A terrifying aura spread, accompanied by a pressure so immense it seemed even the eternal boundaries of the universe trembled under its weight.
Then, the Second Prince witnessed something he could never have imagined, even in his wildest dreams.
The man he had dismissed as a mere mortal took a single step forward, unleashing an aura of absolute dominance. His power materialized like an endless ocean of monstrous mana, flooding the entire area.
The so-called "indestructible" Kasaya Demon-Suppressing Formation, said to suppress all demons under heaven, was torn apart like paper under the infinite, crushing force. The sky-shrouding kasaya shattered into dust, and the radiant Buddha-light dispersed into nothingness.
The twelve venerable monks, who had appeared like incarnations of the Buddha, were sent flying before they could even react, blood spraying through the air.
Screams echoed one after another.
The Second Prince froze in shock, his mind short-circuiting from the sheer absurdity of the scene.
Then, something even more horrifying happened.
A massive, sinister gate materialized in the void, exuding an eerie, ominous aura that sent chills down the spine.
CRACK!
The gate swung open with a thunderous noise, and countless ghastly hands, bound in chains, clawed frantically outward, seizing the twelve revered monks.
Without even a chance to scream, they were dragged into the gate, which then slammed shut. The faint sound of bones being crunched echoed from within.
The Second Prince's terror deepened, his hair standing on end as cold sweat drenched his body.
Tap… tap… tap…
The sound of unhurried footsteps approached.
The Second Prince jolted back to reality, his entire body drenched as if pulled from water, his eyes wide with horror at the approaching figure.
He wanted to run, but the sheer oppressive force radiating from the man paralyzed him.
He struggled to move, yet his body trembled uncontrollably, his bones creaking under the strain.
Finally, the figure stood before him.
THUD!
The Second Prince collapsed, his shadow swallowed by the towering darkness above.
Looking up, he saw only a silhouette against the blinding light—no face, just a twisted grin and a flash of gleaming white teeth.
"I… I’m a True Immortal of the Yu—"
SWISH!
"AHHH! MY HAND! MY HAND!"
A cold glint flashed, and the Second Prince’s right arm was severed, soaring through the air before crashing to the ground in a spray of blood.
He scrambled to retrieve it, but a surge of demonic energy struck the limb, reducing it to ashes.
As a True Immortal, losing an arm was trivial—it could regenerate in an instant. But this time was different. A vile, clinging demonic energy festered at the wound, corroding his flesh and burrowing deeper like living parasites.
This was because Gu Qingfeng’s mana had undergone a terrifying transformation.
"Keh keh keh… I gave you a chance to run, but you wasted it. Since you chose to stay, I assume you’ve prepared a good plea for mercy. Go on, entertain me," Gu Qingfeng sneered.
"Escape!"
The Second Prince refused to wait for death. The pain of losing his arm snapped him out of his fear. Biting his tongue, he crushed a jade talisman in his palm, unleashing a blinding golden light that swallowed his figure.
WHOOSH!
He vanished on the spot.
"Golden Cicada Escape Talisman!" Fairy Miaohua gasped in recognition.
Gu Qingfeng scoffed. His overwhelming mana had already sealed the surrounding space. Did he really think he could flee?
With a flick of his demonic energy-wreathed finger, the void rippled like water.
A moment later, a thousand feet away, blood sprayed from the empty air as a mangled figure tumbled down—the Second Prince, now missing his other arm.
"AHHH! PLEASE! DON’T KILL ME!" The armless prince wailed, tears and snot streaming down his face as he begged.
"Keh keh keh… Such a bland plea. I’ve heard it so many times my ears are calloused. If your life’s on the line, at least put some effort into it!"
"My lord! I’ll pay! I’ll pay any price—name it! Even the entire treasury of the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty!" the Second Prince babbled in panic.
Gu Qingfeng shook his head. "Your dear sister, Shangguan Wan’er, already owes me a million jin of top-grade immortal jade. In other words, the entire Yuhua Dynasty is already mine."
The Second Prince’s eyes bulged as he whipped his head toward Shangguan Wan’er in disbelief. He never imagined his sister had outdone him in recklessness.
"So… what else do you have to offer?" Gu Qingfeng asked flatly.
"I… I…" The Second Prince stammered, realizing he had nothing beyond the dynasty.
After a long pause, he slammed his forehead against the ground and bawled, "My lord, just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
"Seems you’re utterly worthless," Gu Qingfeng sighed.
The Second Prince’s face paled. Desperate, he blurted, "Wait! I have value! I know a secret—a shocking truth about Mount Wuyou!"
"Go on."
"My lord, if you swear not to kill—"
SWISH!
One of the Second Prince’s ears was sliced off.
"AHH! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! You killed the Earth Immortals of the Prajna Zen Sect and Mount Wuyou. The reason only the Zen Sect came for revenge is because Ye Wuyou, the master of Mount Wuyou, is cultivating an evil art. The entire mountain has been lying low lately, so they didn’t send anyone."
Gu Qingfeng’s interest sharpened at the mention of "evil art"—like hearing the word "naked woman."
"What evil art?"
"I-I don’t know the details! Only that it’s horrifyingly powerful. Once mastered, no one in the Middle Reaches will be able to stop him. He might even advance to Mystic Immortal or Golden Immortal! So, my lord, you should kill Ye Wuyou before he succeeds. He’s vengeful—he’ll come for you! Isn’t this information worth my life?"
"Keh keh keh… Do you know when information is most valuable?" Gu Qingfeng grinned cruelly.
The Second Prince blinked in confusion. "When?"
"The most valuable secrets are those unknown to others. Once revealed, they become worthless. So, you’ve offered this Emperor a worthless piece of information—and yet you still expect to live?"
The Second Prince’s expression twisted in terror.
"No, no...! You can’t do this to me! This is treachery!"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
