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Chapter 1109 The Great Chaos Begins
Zhou Daqian, having lost his sword, revealed his true form, stunning the audience once again and easily defeating a royal Earth Sect master.

As it turns out, even without the Half-Saint Yin Blade, he was still a top-tier expert comparable to the Earth Sect realm.

"go!"

Zhou You sheathed his sword and quickly caught up with Lian Feihong, only to find him speechless with shock.

Lian Feihong swallowed hard in disbelief. "Sword Sect's ultimate techniques are that powerful?"

Uh, they're attributing his skills to the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword, but there's no time to explain now!
Peacock looked at Zhou You with surprise and eagerness. He was also a swordsman and thought nothing could shake his mind, but he witnessed that wonderful sword technique.

Zhou You's performance just now had a profound impact on him, making him realize his own limitations and shortcomings.

The assassins' professional instincts reminded the master assassins that Zhou You's elusive swordsmanship was more suited to this profession than their own.

Considering that we are still in the sacrificial palace, surrounded by dangers, this is not the time to be curious.

After reuniting with Zhou You, Lian Feihong and his group decisively stormed out of the palace. At this point, they disregarded etiquette and trampled on the ground, killing anyone who tried to sneak up on them.

The unpredictable assassins spread out like a large net, eliminating hidden enemies, so their speed is not slow.

"..."

Uncle Wang glared at Zhou You's retreating figure, opened his mouth, but ultimately did not order a pursuit.

Outside the sacrificial palace!

After Zhou You and Lian Feihong's group broke through, they counted their numbers and found that they had lost about 20-30% of their men, which was not too devastating.

Later, more and more people escaped, and their traces gradually became scarce. It is conceivable that those who have not yet come out will never be able to come out at all!
The royal family knew when to stop, and instead of being arrogant enough to wipe them out in one fell swoop, they did their best to eliminate the power of the aristocratic families and weaken their influence.

The surviving noble families bid each other farewell in haste and returned to their respective headquarters to discuss their next move.

The death of the lord was destined to cause a huge uproar, shaking all fifty states of the land, and an unprecedented war was about to break out.

"Is it possible that this was also orchestrated behind the scenes by the Demon Slayer?"

Someone suddenly raised this question, but no one answered it for a long time.

It's unlikely. From beginning to end, it seems like the royal family colluded with Duke Chongyang to set a trap.

Zhou You sighed inwardly. No wonder the Enchantress kept killing them. The human race was never united. The struggle for power and desire caused endless infighting, and even without the Enchantress's instigation, the same thing would keep happening.

For example, in this palace turmoil, the two sides were at loggerheads over the position of the feudal lord, and there was no possibility of a peaceful resolution.

A conspiracy extinguished any possibility of negotiation, and what followed was armed conflict, a fight to the death.

pat!

Footsteps echoed through the main hall of the sacrificial palace, their soles stained with thick, sticky blood.

Corpses were everywhere; the members of those noble families who had failed to escape had all been wiped out by the royal family.

The faces, wide open in death, resembled scattered algae on a lake, swaying gently, seemingly close yet distant.

The royal warriors were scattered in various corners, pulling divine weapons from the corpses and looking up at the appearing Chongyang Gong.

"..."

Uncle Wang politely cupped his hands in thanks to Duke Chongyang for his help.

If it weren't for Lord Chongyang's guarantee of his reputation, those noble families wouldn't have entered the palace so readily. The thick fog that enveloped the surrounding area and the magnetic field in the main hall were also his doing.

"Quite a few still escaped!"

Duke Chongyang sighed softly, "Let's prepare for war!"

Uncle Wang was full of confidence: "The eighteen ancient families have murdered the emperor and lost all sense of law and reason. In the name of the royal family, we call on righteous men from all over the world to come to the capital to defend the emperor and punish these wicked families who have committed insubordination."

"After the matter is accomplished, the royal family will elect the next lord, and the power will still be in our hands."

Duke Chongyang remained calm. “This is the first time in my life that I have broken my promise and sold out those aristocratic families!” “Duke Chongyang has abandoned petty matters for the greater good, and has no shame before heaven and earth. Moreover, after today, the eighteen aristocratic families of our ancestors will be at a disadvantage in public opinion, and few people will believe what they say.”

Uncle Wang frowned slightly as he said this, "Just now I was about to chase after Zhou Daqian, why did Lord Chongyang stop me!"

Upon hearing this, the gentlemen pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

"What do you think of his sword strike that killed the royal Earth Sect member?"

Upon hearing Chongyang Gong's question, Uncle Wang hesitated for a moment before giving the truth, "A stroke of genius, could it be the supreme sword technique secretly passed down by the Sword Sect?"

"That's right, he's the precious darling of the Tiannan Divine Sword Sect. How will you face the Sword Sect if you kill him?"

The eight gentlemen said indignantly, "Are we just going to stand by and watch him continue to be so arrogant?"

"No need, wait..."

Just as Chongyang Gong was about to reveal a shocking secret, he suddenly stopped talking.

"Disperse!"

Although Uncle Wang and the other gentlemen were unwilling, they couldn't force him to utter the remaining half of his sentence, so they had no choice but to leave one after another.

The news reached Duanmei Mountain, outside of the capital.

This super sect is the closest to the capital city and a major force that influences the strength of the capital city.

"What? The feudal lord was assassinated, and the murderer was one of the eighteen ancient clans?"

Princess Mianzhu was astonished. "Weren't we supposed to be negotiating? Why the ruthless killing?"

With the death of the feudal lord, especially at the hands of a powerful family, there would be no turning back for either side, and war would be inevitable.

She simply couldn't believe that the eighteen ancient families were so insane as to disregard the greater good and brazenly murder the emperor.

Suddenly, Princess Mianzhu realized something and turned to her master for a question, "Master, when you urgently summoned her back to the mountain, did you already foresee this situation?"

The Lord of Broken Eyebrow Mountain gently shook his head. "I am not a Martial Saint who can see through the mysteries of the universe, and I cannot predict what will happen. However, undercurrents are surging in the capital, and a fierce battle is bound to break out."

"I couldn't bear to see you get involved, that's why I summoned you back to the mountain!"

Princess Mianzhu was filled with countless chaotic thoughts and could not calm her mind. She cupped her hands to the Master of Broken Eyebrow Mountain and said, "Master, my mind is in turmoil. I'm afraid I cannot force myself to cultivate."

"Understood. You can wander around, but don't leave the mountain!"

Princess Mianzhu paid no attention to the scenery before her and hurried along. Before she knew it, she had arrived at the foot of the mountain and was staring blankly at the river on the opposite bank.

An elderly boatman approached, looking relieved. He bowed to Princess Mianzhu and said, "Noble lady!"

Where are you going?

"I'm quitting. I'm too old, my body can't take it anymore. An old colleague is coming to take over my job!"

When Princess Mianzhu met that 'old friend,' it turned out to be one of the Eight Henchmen of Heaven... Fan Zu.

"Why did you return to your old profession of ferrying people by boat instead of studying seal script in the capital?"

Fan Zu was a renowned master of the Golden Immortal Dao. Although he came from the life of a boatman at the foot of Duanmei Mountain, heroes are not judged by their origins.

Seeing him sitting on the wrecked boat with an oar in his hand, Princess Mianzhu was shocked as if she had been struck by a sledgehammer.

"Noble lady!"

Fan Zu bowed just like the boatman before him, and said with a wry smile, "There is no longer a title of Heaven, nor eight servants. I am no longer Fan Zu, so I have no choice but to leave the capital and go back to being a boatman!"

"Don't ask, I don't want to talk about it, and I can't bear to think about those things anymore!"

His final words to Princess Mianzhu were a long, melancholy sigh.

(End of this chapter)