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Chapter 927 The Great Melee in the Imperial Palace!

"Your Highness, I do not wish to be involved in this conflict, but I have been entrusted with this task and have no choice but to come. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

The old man with the bamboo cane sighed softly, looking at the Qian Tian Palace not far away, lost in thought.

Si Ruokong glanced at the old man with the bamboo cane, secretly on guard. According to the intelligence from the Suspended Mirror Division of their Great Qian Dynasty, although this old man seemed kind, his strength was unfathomable. Once he made a move, it would inevitably be a fierce battle.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man dressed in black robes appeared in the palace. His face was sinister, and his eyes revealed a ruthless look.

The middle-aged man held a long, gleaming sword with strange runes engraved on its blade, emanating a chilling aura. He was a rogue cultivator at the Celestial Realm in the demonic path, known as the "Sword Demon."

"Si Ruokong, today is the end of your Great Qian Dynasty!"

The Blade Demon glanced coldly at Si Ruokong and said in a hoarse voice.

"Hmph! You rabble, you dare to dream of overthrowing my Great Qian Dynasty? Wishful thinking!"

Si Ruokong was burning with rage. He stared intently at the Blade Demon and roared.

At the same time, an elderly man dressed in a Taoist robe appeared. He had white hair and beard, a kind face, and held a dragon-headed cane in his hand. He was Xuan Lingzi, an elder of the Taoist Tianzong sect.

"Your Highness, although the Heavenly Sect does not concern itself with worldly affairs, the Great Qian Dynasty has already lost its way and is being attacked by all under heaven. Some people have come to the Heavenly Sect for help, and I have no choice but to take action. I hope Your Highness will forgive me."

The old Taoist priest slowly walked out, bowed slightly to Si Ruokong, and sighed.

Si Ruokong glanced at Xuanjizi and nodded, as if to say hello. Since Xuanjizi, an elder of the Heavenly Sect, had appeared, the other experts of the Heavenly Sect were probably not far behind.

However, at this moment, another middle-aged scholar dressed in a Confucian robe came out, holding a feather fan, with an elegant demeanor. He was none other than Kong Wenmo, one of the chief priests of the Confucian academy.

"Your Highness, Confucianism advocates benevolence and love. We cannot stand idly by in the face of such demonic people. Today, I have come to lend Your Highness a helping hand."

He cupped his hands slightly to Si Ruokong and said with a smile.

Si Ruokong looked at Kong Wenmo and felt a little comforted. He hadn't expected that among this large group of strong men who had suddenly appeared, there would be someone from his own side who was helping Daqian.

As one of the academic holy sites on the Tianwu Continent, the Confucian Academy is filled with experts. Now, Kong Wenmo, one of the chief priests, has come to help, which is undoubtedly good news for the Great Qian Dynasty, which is surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Besides the Tianzong and Confucian academies, many experts from various schools of thought, such as Mohism, Legalism, and Yin-Yang, also appeared in the Great Qian Imperial Palace at this moment.

Some held mechanical puppets, some wore robes, and some held yin-yang instruments, each occupying a corner. The Great Qian Imperial Palace was now a scene of chaos and debauchery!

"Hmph! Since most of them have arrived, then... kill them!"

Si Ruokong took the lead and unleashed a palm strike, revealing the full power of the "Heaven and Earth Dragon Roar Palm".

A giant dragon phantom flew out from his palm, roaring as it charged toward the enemy camp, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

The Blood Abyss Demon Lord, who was at the forefront, was not to be outdone. He roared and his body swelled to several feet tall, standing like a towering blood mountain. Then, he waved his hands, and two waves of blood rolled out, sweeping towards Si Ruokong and the others.

Mara and Brahma also displayed their supernatural powers. The former moved among the crowd in a strange manner, waving his black robe and bringing with him a storm of blood and gore.

The latter, however, radiated Buddhist light, merging Buddhism and demonism into one. With a single palm strike, he displayed both the compassionate power of Buddhism and the treacherous might of demonism.

The plaza in front of the Qiantian Palace instantly transformed into a battlefield, with various forces entangled in fierce combat, and the air filled with the roar of surging internal energy and the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling.

The night was torn apart by various lights, sometimes as bright as day, sometimes sinking into darkness. The energy storm formed by the intertwining of Yin and Yang energies and the power of the Azure Dragon was like a whirlpool in a raging sea, sweeping everything into it.

The old eunuch moved like a ghost, his yin and yang energies condensing into a tangible blade around him. Each swing was accompanied by a brief alternation of light and darkness in the world, as if even time itself was controlled by his move, "Yin and Yang Cutting Dawn and Dusk."

His gaze turned sinister as he quickly locked onto a celestial master from the Legalist school. The man, holding a staff, was about to cast a spell when the old eunuch flashed and the Yin-Yang Blade was already upon him. The Legalist master didn't even have time to react before he was cleaved in two, his blood splattering as his life force was extinguished instantly.

Si Ruokong also transformed into a raging dragon, charging left and right across the field. His "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" was incredibly powerful. With each strike, it seemed as if a dragon's roar resounded through the sky. The phantom of a giant dragon rose into the air, carrying the majesty of royalty and the might of heaven and earth, and was invincible.

He quickly spotted a rogue cultivator from the demonic path. The cultivator was agile and held a strange demonic sword in his hand, the tip of which was spitting out dark green flames. He was about to launch a sneak attack on a Confucian scholar.

Si Ruokong snorted coldly, his figure blurred, and he appeared behind the rogue cultivator. He struck out with his palm, and the phantom of the giant dragon directly swallowed the rogue cultivator. The demonic sword broke, the flames were extinguished, and the rogue cultivator's body flew far away like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground, lifeless.

The Blood Abyss Demon Lord, the great protector of the Blood Sea Demon Sect, also displayed his divine power on the side, like a walking mountain of blood, and the bloody aura emanating from his body was chilling.

With a wave of his hands, waves of blood surged forth, sweeping towards the Great Qian Dynasty. Wherever they passed, palace maids, eunuchs, and guards were all swallowed up by the blood waves and turned into blood mist.

At the same time, Wang Xianzhi also moved. With a gentle wave of her hand and a flick of her sleeve, the eighteen azure dragons seemed to receive a command, roaring in unison and transforming into streaks of light that rushed toward Si Ruokong.

The eighteen azure dragons clashed violently with the phantom of the mad dragon, unleashing a deafening roar, and the phantom of the mad dragon was torn apart.

Surrounded by the Azure Dragon, Wang Xianzhi's figure appeared exceptionally transcendent. After shielding one of his fellow demonic cultivators from Si Ruokong's fatal blow, he quickly shifted his target and locked onto an old eunuch, a grandmaster from the Great Qian Dynasty, who was about to launch a sneak attack on a Mo family mechanic.

With a thought, Wang Xianzhi sent out a blue dragon that instantly coiled around the man. The dragon's power erupted, tearing the man's body to shreds in an instant, leaving him no time to even scream.

Meanwhile, Kong Wenmo, the head of the Confucian academy, with his elegant demeanor and feather fan in hand, displayed astonishing strength at a crucial moment.

With a flick of his white jade feather fan, he created wisps of Confucian wind. A demonic expert, seeing this, sneered and swung his sword. But Kong Wenmo simply turned his feather fan, and the Confucian wind transformed into ropes, binding the demonic expert tightly. With a gentle wave, the demonic expert was thrown out as if by an invisible force, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and unable to get up again.

In this chaotic battle, every moment was a life-or-death struggle, and every move was made with all one's might.

An old eunuch from the Great Qian Dynasty, relying on his profound Yin-Yang power, severely injured several enemy Celestials in succession. His figure on the battlefield was as elusive as a ghost, making him difficult to grasp.

Si Ruokong single-handedly withstood the siege of many masters from the demonic path. His "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" became increasingly powerful, and each strike terrified the enemy masters.

Meanwhile, Blood Abyss Demon Lord and Wang Xianzhi became the focus of attention on the battlefield.

The Blood Abyss Demon Lord's body swelled up, and waves of blood surged to the heavens. Wang Xianzhi was accompanied by eighteen azure dragons. The power of the azure dragons and the blood waves worked together to unleash a deafening roar.

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