Translator: CinderTL
"Reckless fools!"
Xu Sanyan narrowed his eyes, unable to comprehend why such idiots always sought their own demise.
Since that was the case, he would grant their wish!
The Red-robed Junior General had just drawn his long saber when the masked figure vanished from sight, startling him with the sheer speed.
By the time he regained his senses, his vision was engulfed in a sea of red, and he couldn't help but wonder—this color…
It seemed to match the hue of his own cape.
Beside him, Lord He stared in stunned silence as General Zhang's head was severed, a spray of crimson blood drenching the masked figure.
Then, the masked figure revealed sharp claws and with a gentle swipe at General Zhang's neck, a large head rolled backward, caught firmly in his grasp.
The severed neck was smooth, still dripping with blood, as the headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Lord He's pupils contracted sharply, his mind blank. "You… you killed him?"
Killing a palace guard was a capital offense!
No matter how skilled he was, could he really fight his way out of the Imperial Capital?
At this moment, only one word echoed in Lord He's mind: lunatic!
The surrounding soldiers stood frozen, shocked by the man's ruthlessness—killing without hesitation, and in the palace, no less!
Was he out of his mind?
A brief silence fell over the scene until one of the soldiers snapped out of it and shouted, "Reinforcements! Someone is attacking the palace! Brothers, kill him!"
"Kill!"
These soldiers were battle-hardened, unafraid of combat. Guarding the Imperial Capital was their duty, and if they faltered now, they would face death afterward.
"Hmph!"
Though these soldiers might be brave, they stood no chance against absolute power. In mere moments, Xiao Hulu had slaughtered them all.
Lord He trembled, his legs shaking as he gazed at the blood-soaked ground, his lips pale. He couldn't understand how things had escalated to this point.
Xu Sanyan controlled Xiao Hulu, tearing open the Red-robed Junior General's light armor, then picked up the severed head and stuffed it into the buttocks.
He always kept his promises, never going back on his word.
From afar, the palace guards rushed to the scene, only to find a field of corpses. They immediately understood what had happened. Their comrades, who hadn't fallen on the battlefield, had been killed by their own kind. Fury burned within them.
"Kill him! Avenge our brothers!"
"Kill!"
…
Inside the palace, the newly enthroned Emperor Qi sat in a quiet chamber, clad in his dragon robe. Before him lay a withered corpse, drained of all vitality, its cheeks sunken like a skeleton.
Yet, from its features, one could vaguely recognize it as Yang Xinli, the fourth son of Prince Rui.
At that moment, a eunuch reported from outside the door, "Your Majesty, someone is attacking the Imperial Capital. The guards have gone to apprehend them."
Emperor Qi took a deep breath, suppressing the restless Spiritual Power within him. His eyes remained closed as he spoke coldly, "Attacking the Imperial Capital? Who dares to be so bold?"
The eunuch outside the door replied, "According to the detained Lord He, it was the son-in-law who arrived. He clashed with Guard Captain Zhang Jingchen, killed him, and…"
"Xu Sanyan is here?" Emperor Qi finally opened his eyes, sensing the eunuch's hesitation. "Go on."
The eunuch spoke through the wooden door, "He also decapitated Captain Zhang and stuffed his head into his buttocks…"
"Hahaha... Interesting, truly interesting..."
Emperor Qi was not angered in the slightest; instead, he found the situation quite amusing. He didn't even care about his own son, so why would he bother with a mere captain?
But the thought of someone cutting off a head and stuffing it into a buttocks in public was undeniably entertaining.
"Convey my oral decree: let Xu Sanyan wait in the imperial study. Do not hinder him."
"Yes."
The eunuch outside the door was about to leave but suddenly remembered something and added, "There is another person accompanying the son-in-law. His methods are brutal, and many of the imperial guards have died at his hands."
"Let him wait as well."
"Yes."
...
Outside the Zhengyang Gate of the palace, countless dismembered limbs were scattered across the ground. The blood had seeped into the stone-paved floor, creating a gruesome scene.
Seeing the increasing number of imperial guards, Xu Sanyan's eyes turned fierce. Just as he was about to summon the Blood Demon to end the battle quickly, a sharp voice rang out, "By the Emperor's decree, Xu Sanyan is summoned to the imperial study for an audience."
The imperial guard commander was filled with rage. His soldiers had suffered heavy casualties, yet he had to watch Xu Sanyan walk away. Despite his resentment, he dared not defy the Emperor's order and could only restrain his men, clearing a path.
Xu Sanyan's eyelids drooped slightly. The Emperor's decree had come just in time. Had it been delayed by even a quarter of an hour, all these men would have died here.
A quarter of an hour was more than enough for the Blood Demon to slaughter these thousands of soldiers.
Xu Sanyan walked toward the palace with Xiao Hulu, his expression calm. His Mid Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation gave him ample confidence. If he wanted to escape, he was certain he could do so.
After all, he still had an ace up his sleeve—a supreme Dao Foundation forged from a Heavenly Earth Treasure, the Nether King Foundation!
Xu Sanyan removed his outer robe and casually tossed it aside, revealing his muscular upper body.
The robe, soaked in blood, felt sticky and uncomfortable. As for whether it was disrespectful to appear shirtless before the Emperor, that was not his concern. He figured Emperor Qi wouldn't mind either.
The old eunuch leading the way opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. He wanted to advise Xu Sanyan to put on his clothes but didn't dare to speak up, so he swallowed his words.
This son-in-law had already killed hundreds of imperial guards; one more wouldn't make a difference. If he angered him and ended up being dealt with, it would be his own misfortune.
After all, he was just a eunuch, and it was natural for him to be timid. So he silently lowered his head and continued leading the way.
The palace was vast. Along the way, they encountered many young eunuchs scurrying past with quick steps, not daring to look around for fear of offending someone and bringing trouble upon themselves.
The two entered a study, and the old eunuch bowed, saying, "Please wait here for a moment, son-in-law. This servant will inform His Majesty."
Xu Sanyan nodded and began examining the study.
On the wall hung a painting by some renowned artist. The mountains didn't look like mountains, and the water didn't look like water, but it was full of artistic conception—though he couldn't make sense of what it was supposed to depict.
Beside the painting was a calligraphy piece, seemingly in the style of... wild cursive?
Xu Sanyan felt it was on par with Zhu Yong's handwriting—both were at the level of "scattered rice pecked by chickens."
Before long, a middle-aged man walked into the study. He wore a golden dragon robe and moved with measured steps, unhurried and composed, a faint smile on his face.
It was none other than Emperor Qi, Xu Sanyan's nominal father-in-law.
He acted as if he were unaware of the events outside the Zhengyang Gate, his expression unchanged, just as it had been during their first meeting.
Xu Sanyan wrinkled his nose slightly and frowned. As Emperor Qi approached, a strong scent of blood followed, no less intense than that of Xiao Hulu, who had just finished a fierce battle.
Xu Sanyan turned sideways, his gaze calm as he looked at Emperor Qi. Their eyes met, and neither showed the slightest hint of retreat.
(End of the Chapter)
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