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Chapter 1091 The Wind Rises at the Imperial Palace
High in the sky, Feng Feishang's giant sword hovered, shrouding the sky above the Sacrifice Heaven Palace.

Zhou You used the Nine Cauldrons True Eye to witness this shocking scene and concluded that Feng Feishang's strength was even greater than that of the Second Son Sword.

The clouds and winds surrounding the giant sword were accompanied by the occasional roars of clashing swords and galloping horses, as if a small world of thousands of troops were being created and destroyed at any moment.

At this moment, Zhou You began to understand why Feng Feishang alone could stop so many forces from entering the Sacrifice Heaven Palace.

This Heavenly Sect swordsman's strength is unfathomable; even if he is not a top-tier Heavenly Sect master, he is not far off.

"Excellent swordsmanship, but it is quite different from the style of the Southern Divine Sword. It seems to have been created by transforming another weapon into a sword!"

Zhou You used the Nine Cauldrons True Eye to analyze the power emanating from the giant sword, breaking it down into countless exquisite moves.

Once upon a time, Zhou You had also observed the Southern Swordsman's moves up close and had some knowledge of his style.

But the Feng Feishang before us is clearly not following the path of the Tiannan Divine Sword in an orderly manner, but rather has his own way.

Sudden……

High above, Feng Feishang suddenly felt a tremor, realizing that someone was spying on him.

His eyes instantly sharpened. "Is it a secret seal or a sacred artifact?"

This power is clearly not something that should exist in the mortal world. Unless it is a secret seal or sacred artifact left by a martial saint, it could have been used to spy on him for so long without anyone noticing, and only now has it been discovered.

Although he was ordered to guard the sacrificial palace and was mentally prepared, when the moment came, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

Do you really think he'll stop eating people if he stops attacking? You dare play this trick? How clumsy!

That gaze was incredibly profound, hidden in the void, its exact direction unknown, and its location in reality difficult to pinpoint.

However, Feng Feishang was clearly no ordinary person; guided by a flash of inspiration, he followed the tongue.

Zhou You suddenly noticed the giant sword in the sky tremble slightly, though the movement was small and the duration was short, an ominous sign looming ahead.

He hurriedly dispersed the Nine Cauldrons True Eye and turned to walk down the high building.

In an instant, the spying from the void vanished, leaving no trace.

Just as Feng Feishang was beginning to make a move, the other party disappeared, leaving him with an empty feeling in his chest and a surge of anger with nowhere to vent.

His breathing became heavier, and just then, something foolish came to his door.

"Ao Mo Zhan, we're all here, except for you."

"The eighteen powerful demon lords have joined forces to plot the Heart Demon Ring. Such a grand event is known to everyone in the world. It would be a pity if you didn't come."

"Over the years, you first entered the Golden Immortal Path, and then became a disciple of the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword Sect. Haven't you had enough fun by now?"

A pitch-black figure flew out of the void, wriggling like ink, and made a speaking sound.

He said viciously, "Once you become a demon, you're a demon for life. Don't even think about clearing your name."

"You think becoming a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Master will make you a good person?"

"They were sent here to be the first to stick their necks out. Otherwise, why wouldn't the job of guarding the Heavenly Sacrifice Palace be given to the second son, Jian, and the others?"

A cold light struck the pitch-black figure directly. The viscous, ink-like shadow emitted and emitted the cold light repeatedly, then exploded.

Black ink splattered everywhere, then coalesced into a long, jet-black ribbon. The ribbon was covered with writhing, eerie characters on both sides, their movements resembling poisonous insects rubbing and mating.

"Void Demon Banner, you shouldn't have provoked me at this time!"

"Eighteen, humph, you really think I don't know your schemes!"

"If I'm included, do we have enough for eighteen?"

Feng Feishang cursed, "You think I'm a pushover? The Slanderous Brush is in the Buddhist sect, why don't you go find him?"

The long, black ribbon opposite retorted, "How do you know I didn't go looking?"

"Die!" Feng Feishang roared, his giant sword slashing straight at the dark banner opposite him, the immense force pressing down on him.

The Demon Lord's true form was originally hidden in the shadows, but it was disturbed by his sword and had no choice but to reveal its true location.

The Void Demon Banner unfolded, with long, black banners swirling in all directions, converging at the center to form an empty human shape.

The giant sword swept across, tearing countless long banners into butterfly-like fragments.

"Ao Mo Zhan, don't resort to underhanded tactics, or I'll never forgive you!"

"Enough with the nonsense. You're just a mere Earth Sect member. If my Heaven Sect wants to kill you, what are you doing standing in your way?"

Feng Feishang's greatsword, which was originally as smooth as a calm lake, suddenly developed countless square characters, as red as blood.

His magical weapon is a chisel, a tool used for carving jade, which is destined to be inseparable from writing.

Therefore, after leaving the Demon Soldier Village, Feng Feishang went into hiding and joined the Golden Immortal Path, introducing the power of seal script into his own system. He then joined the Tiannan Divine Sword Sect and transformed his chisel into a sword.

The power of this sword strike was terrifying beyond description.

The countless banners shattered one by one, as if struck by an invisible giant pillar, collapsing and shattering in turn, until the main body of the warlord was revealed.

"you dare……"

The next moment, the massive sword, which had been sweeping away everything in its path, seemed to pierce a bubble and burst with a pop.

Feng Feishang didn't even look, and sat back up high in the sky, took a deep breath, and his breathing gradually became even and calm.

"Now, only the seventeen Demon Soldier Lords remain!"

The conflict that occurred at the Heavenly Sacrifice Palace quickly spread. Outsiders only knew that Kongmo Banner had overestimated himself and provoked Feng Feishang, resulting in his death, but they were unaware of the deeper details.

In this single battle, another powerful demon lord in the capital city has been lost.

"18-1=17, so there are only seventeen demonic warriors left to deal with the Heart Demon Ring."

"No, it's still eighteen!"

"what?"

"The demon soldiers are cunning and untrustworthy. They claim to have eighteen, but that may not be the actual number. It could be a bluff, and in reality, there are not even double digits. Or it could be far more than eighteen, and they deliberately underreport the number to lull the Demon Ring into a false sense of security!"

"It's so complicated, their scheme has been exposed, and they still want to continue?"

"The source of the information is the Enchantress. What kind of good person could the Enchantress be? A monster who thrives on chaos. The truth of the information she leaked is uncertain. Besides, the Demon Soldier King is the most intelligent and cunning person in the world. They won't have any countermeasures!"

"so what?"

"So just wait patiently, the fruit will ripen and fall naturally, and the water will flow naturally into the channel."

Inside the Imperial Palace for Sacrificial Rites!

After the conversation ended, Chongyang Gong waved his hand, and Zhou bowed respectfully and withdrew.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the chirping of insects and birds, but none of the usual bustling activity. The entire palace seemed frozen in a piece of amber, a lifeless model landscape.

He said softly, "The palace gates need to be loosened a bit, otherwise the people inside won't be able to get out, and how can things begin outside!"

He spoke softly to the air, as if waiting for someone to respond. After a long while, he nodded. "It should have been done long ago."

"After this battle, regardless of which powerful ruler emerges victorious, the Sacrificial Palace will be open to the public!"

"Haha, after all this painstaking work, the day has finally come to light!"

"Don't be impatient!"

The wind howled and blew, stirring up dust and withered leaves from the ground, but strangely, it made no sound.

(End of this chapter)