After being reborn, the villain comes with a spoiler tag.

However, to the surprise of all the nobles on the rooftop, the eight immortals from the Zoroastrian sect did not immediately take the lives of all the intruders as everyone expected. Instead, they all focused their attention on A'Zhu in the middle.

Then, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded—eight Zoroastrian elders of different shapes, heights, and builds gradually transformed like mirror images, eventually all turning into faces and figures exactly like A'Zhu's!

This scene was clearly seen by everyone at the Temple of Heaven, and an expression of disbelief and astonishment appeared on everyone's face.

Among the crowd, a woman dressed in a dazzling phoenix robe screamed in terror, her voice shrill and trembling, her gaze towards A'Zhu filled with venomous resentment.

"This! This! You are definitely not immortals! A'Zhu, what kind of demon are you! Guards, quickly seize this bewitching monster who has bewitched my son—bewitched the Emperor!"

Her tone was full of anger, but everyone around her looked at her as if they had seen a ghost, and no one dared to move.

Only the first A'Zhu glanced at her slightly, turning her head slightly.

The next second, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the crowd:

"The Empress! The Empress is no longer breathing!"

This shout was like a bolt from the blue, instantly plunging the minds of all mortals on the Temple of Heaven into an abyss of endless panic.

"Murder! An assassination attempt!"

Someone cried out in terror, their voice filled with despair and trembling:

"Assassin! Assassin! Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

The Temple of Heaven was instantly plunged into unprecedented chaos. The nobles and princes, who were usually dressed in fine clothes and lived a life of luxury, had long lost their composure and dignity. They were terrified and ran around in panic.

Huo Yu was already fully aware of the true identities of these spiritual projections, and remained calm and composed.

From the moment he stepped onto the Altar of Heaven, his divine sense had already quietly spread out, like an invisible giant net, silently and tightly enveloping the entire Vermilion Bird Gate, leaving nothing out.

He's looking for someone.

Azhu ignored the gasps of the crowd around her, her eyes filled only with determination and indifference.

Under the horrified gazes of the mortals, the eight "A Zhu" who appeared later transformed into streams of light and merged into her body. Her cultivation level also advanced by leaps and bounds, climbing all the way to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Finally, she moved.

However, her target was not Huo Yu and his group, but all the mortals on the Temple of Heaven.

No one saw what she did. In an instant, all the mortals on the Temple of Heaven fell like leaves, losing their lives silently.

A'Zhu, who had taken the action, remained standing still, her gaze indifferent as if she were looking at a dead man, staring at Huo Yu.

"Since you're here, why don't you stay as well?"

Before she finished speaking, she had already launched her attack.

Everyone present felt a blur before their eyes, and before they could react, a dazzling white light suddenly shone in front of Huo Yu and Long Yucheng.

Within that white light, two semi-circular jade pendants clung tightly together, radiating a soft yet resolute glow. It was these jade pendants that, at the critical moment, blocked A'Zhu's potentially fatal blow.

With the jade pendant blocking their view, everyone was finally able to glimpse the object that was tightly sealed off by the white light a few feet away from Huo Yu—a crimson feather shimmering with brilliant golden light.

Despite being blocked from the white light, the feather continued to emanate a captivating aura, with intricate golden runes constantly appearing on its surface.

Seeing that her attack had missed, A'Zhu snorted coldly. The crimson feathers seemed to respond to her will, suddenly retracting and then transforming into dozens of identical crimson feathers in the air, shooting towards Huo Yu's location like a storm.

This time, Huo Yu did not confront Long Yucheng head-on. Instead, he quickly picked him up around the waist, his spiritual power surging, and in the next second, he had retreated ten feet away.

It was actually the same spatial teleportation technique as those eight Nascent Soul projections.

Su Yixuan and Guan Fengyue, who were behind him, had already quietly left the Temple of Heaven area when A Zhu merged with the other eight clones.

A'Zhu paid little attention to the two Zoroastrian spies who had slipped through the net; her gaze remained fixed on Huo Yu, whose cultivation level fluctuated wildly and who was impossible for her to fathom.

Huo Yu gently put Long Yucheng down, and the jade pendant that emitted a soft white light split in two again, falling back onto Long Yucheng.

After withstanding A Zhu's attack, several cracks appeared in the center of both jade pendants, indicating that they were already overwhelmed and could only withstand one more attack at most.

Long Yucheng had already realized why Huo Yu had hung half of his jade pendant around his neck, and he quickly transmitted his voice to Huo Yu:

"Senior brother, take this back! That crazy woman is clearly targeting you!"

Huo Yu did not respond, only leaving behind the sentence:

"Stay here and protect yourself."

"Brother!"

Long Yucheng wanted to say something more, but Huo Yu's figure had already gone beyond his range of telepathy.

In the blink of an eye, Long Yucheng had no time to think. He only had time to buy an item from the system shop and use his spiritual power to control it to fly towards Huo Yu.

Huo Yu caught it with his backhand, and after a quick glance, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, A'Zhu did not give Huo Yu any chance to catch his breath. In the blink of an eye, the third wave of fierce attacks followed closely, heading straight for Huo Yu.

Just as Huo Yu had predicted, A Zhu did not divert her attention to dealing with the three small fish.

Once the Vermilion Bird Gate's formation is activated, no one can leave before everything is over. Huo Yu, on the other hand, skillfully dodged her attacks twice, which made her feel a sense of urgency.

Her true form was doing her best to maintain the formation on the altar, while the projection of her late-stage Nascent Soul stage was the maximum she could create here.

Before the final moment of reckoning arrives, this spiritual projection must eliminate all potential variables to avoid failure.

……

Amidst the interplay of spiritual light and fierce battle below, the Eighth Prince, atop the altar, witnessed the horrific scene of his father, mother, and all his brothers and sisters perishing.

At this moment, gazing at the woman so close to him, whose face was identical to A'Zhu's, how could he not understand:

“You are not A Zhu, much less Zhu Que.”

The woman holding the long sword did not answer, nor did she even glance at the Eighth Prince. Her gaze remained fixed on the red light that was gradually gathering above the Vermilion Bird Sacred Flame.

The red light had now condensed into a small, deep red ball, almost tangible, yet it showed signs of dissipating. The red light flying from all directions of the Vermilion Bird Gate was also decreasing.

After A'Zhu slaughtered everyone on the Temple of Heaven, she extracted dozens of red lights from their corpses, but the woman was clearly still not satisfied.

The Eighth Prince gave a bitter smile, his voice revealing a resolute intent:

“I have long known that I am not the so-called chosen one, but even so, I will act on behalf of Heaven today.”

After saying this, he lunged at the long sword in the woman's hand, trying to snatch it away.

The woman finally looked away, giving him a cold glance.

With just that one glance, the Eighth Prince was struck dumb, his entire body frozen in place. He then collapsed stiffly to the ground, dying on the spot.

"Noisy."