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Chapter 1106 The Corpse of the King of Jingguan

The prestige of Chongyang Gong in the capital was comparable to that of Tiannan Divine Sword.

The Heavenly Southern Divine Sword represents the supreme martial power guarding the capital, while Duke Chongyang represents the pinnacle of literary style and classical learning.

Unlike the Divine Sword of Tiannan, who remained outside the realm of royal power, the Duke of Chongyang actively assisted the feudal lord, holding an extraordinary position.

With him acting as guarantor, everything is acceptable to all parties.

As a result, the previously turbulent public opinion subsided, and the negotiations continued as scheduled.

The day arrived quickly.

The eighteen early ancestral families, together with the royal family, agreed to enter the sacrificial palace.

Uncle Wang and several gentlemen were present, but there was no sign of Princess Mianzhu. It turned out that she had returned to Broken Eyebrow Mountain to cultivate.

Even so, the royal family has a very deep foundation. There are six members of the Heavenly Sect, and hundreds of affiliated families of all sizes. There are also many powerful figures of various levels, such as Grandmaster and Strong Martial.

"Please go first!"

The Ten Families Group wasn't without brains either. Fearing there might be traps inside the palace, they proposed that the royal family lead the way.

The number of informants lost during this period has been so high that everyone has to be cautious.

After all, the sacrificial palace had been closed for so long, so it was highly likely that something was being arranged in secret.

"Alright!"

Uncle Wang smiled and nodded to the gentlemen, "Let's enter the palace together, and I'll lead the way for you!"

Watching the royal entourage disappear behind the gate, for some reason, the environment of the sacrificial palace was rather foggy today.

Seeing this, the powerful families followed, maintaining a safe distance—neither too far nor too close.

Walking on Qingyun Road, many people, having been away for a long time, felt a unique mix of emotions.

Suddenly, a member of a noble family asked, "Where are the sons of our families who were sent to serve in the palace? Why can't we see a single guard in this vast palace?"

The aristocratic families had a long-standing agreement with the feudal lords, and every year they would send their sons to the palace to serve as guards, with each generation taking turns.

Since the palace was closed, the children of the various families have been unable to leave and have not been heard from for a long time. When they finally managed to enter the palace after the gates were opened, they could not find a single living person.

"Wait a moment, you'll see them soon!"

Uncle Wang's smile was somewhat eerie; he spoke while his feet kept moving.

The other gentlemen remained silent, following behind her and him like puppets, their pace quickening.

Zhou You and Lian Feihong were in the aristocratic camp, and they watched as the distance between them and the royal family grew longer and longer, and the speed of the enemy had increased to a point where they could not catch up even if they ran at full speed.

"Wait, slow down!"

Someone suggested that Uncle Wang and the others slow down, but the other party only sped up.

The fog swirled and pressed in from both sides, and in a moment of confusion, the figures of the royal family disappeared.

"Something's wrong, stop right now!"

Dongfang Daqian spoke first, followed by the voice of the Martial Arts Monument coming from the sea warriors' ranks.

The hurried footsteps gradually came to a stop, and the thick fog around them made it impossible to tell where they were.

With his reputation as a guarantee, will these members of the royal family do anything outrageous?
The more the group thought about it, the more uncertain they became. Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed through the mist, and someone immediately reacted quickly.

The fog was easily torn apart, revealing the tip of the iceberg, which was... a corpse.

The pile of corpses, along with weapons, armor, and various familiar equipment, clearly belonged to the palace guards.

The fog thinned as it receded from the corpse, like the tide receding into the sea on a beach at dusk, gradually clearing the scene.

A horrifying scene unfolded before everyone's eyes.

Jingguan!

It was a towering corpse, built from the bodies of countless guards, their limbs broken and bent, the bodies used as bricks and stones, long weapons used as nails to secure it into a mountain of corpses. It was nothing short of a devil's work of art, a mountain of corpses piled up as if to show off something.

"My child!"

An elderly man from a prominent family saw a face emerging from the mountain of corpses and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

The crowd stirred, and one after another, people found their own scions among the mountain of corpses. Fear and unease swept through the families' ranks like a tidal wave.

"..."

Zhou You saw a head stuck in a broken wooden stick, which turned out to be a guard he once knew.

Among the powerful families of Dijing, the bonds between them are so strong that even if the bones are broken, they are still connected. Every single corpse in this mountain of corpses can be linked to everyone present.

Crazy, simply crazy!

These many scions of noble families were all selected outstanding talents who were originally sent to the palace to serve the feudal lord.

No one expected that the other party would be so ruthless, slaughtering all the palace guards and even desecrating their corpses by piling them up into a Jingguan (a mound of corpses).

"It was the feudal lord who did it; he's punishing us for rebelling against him!"

The deranged old man held his son's head, his teeth bleeding as he bit it, shouting, "Revenge! I will wipe out the entire royal family!"

Hatred, a mountain of corpses piled up from countless bodies, has built an irreconcilable enmity between the two sides.

Driven by ignited rage, the Shijia Group's team caught up with the direction the royal family had gone. Despite the thick fog surrounding them, it could not conceal their eyes, burning red with the desire for revenge.

Zhou You drifted along with the flowing crowd, his pupils revealing a small cauldron as he observed his surroundings.

These fogs seem to be everywhere, but if you look upwards, you can see that the source of the fog is in a certain direction.

The whooshing sound of the steam billowing out resembled that of a bellows, making a continuous whooshing noise.

Coincidentally, the direction in which the royal family disappeared, and the direction that a group of powerful families are pursuing, are also the same.

Suddenly, the eerie fog dissipated once more.

Beneath their feet was the smooth, mirror-like floor of the main hall. They had somehow stumbled into the hall, and the surroundings looked very familiar—it was the place where the lord received his ministers.

On the eighty-one steps high above sits a throne, upon which sits the figure of a feudal lord, with a petite woman beside him.

"Lord Feng, your appearance is just in time. Did you set such a trap to wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"

A loud shout shattered the tranquility of the hall.

The lord on the throne remained expressionless and did not respond, looking at everyone with a sarcastic smile.

Even with the enemy at the gates, he maintained his pride as a monarch, looking down from his high position at the powerful families who came to question him.

"Something's not right, this is really not right!"

Zhou You kept his eyes fixed on the source of the fog, which receded like a tide after they stepped into the main hall.

Now, only a thin layer remains beneath our feet, about to vanish completely.

The last afterimage that Jiuding Zhentong saw was at the end of the dissipating mist, where a huge, dark head slowly closed its mouth.

The head sank into the ground of the palace.

"There's a dead man on the throne!"

The Martial Arts Stele suddenly spoke, and everyone snapped out of their daze, immediately launching attacks to test the waters. "It's not just one dead man, it's two!"

"They are a feudal lord and a beautiful concubine!"

On the throne, the feudal lord still looked at everyone with a mocking gaze, but he had been dead for a long time.

Leaning against her petite back, was none other than the most favored concubine, whose exquisite body had also lost all vitality.

A dark gold short stick pierced out from the back of the throne, passing through the bodies of the two men to provide support and keep the two corpses in a normal sitting position.

(End of this chapter)