On the afternoon of the second day after the battle at the Glazed Holy Land, a convoy successfully passed through numerous checkpoints and entered the maze-like Jiufang Palace. In a large cart at the center of the convoy, Ming Qi sat quietly, his eyes closed, resting. Opposite him sat a young woman of exceptional beauty and grace.
Wearing a thin veil, the young woman's petite face, delicate features, and especially her soft, watery eyes, like black gemstones, made her appear even more noble in her ethereal presence.
As they entered the Jiufang Palace and turned onto the main street, the young woman's gentle voice rang out.
"Our Liming Trading Company's convoy's original destination this time was the Divine Realm, not the Jiufang Palace. Therefore, you owe me a great favor. You should consider how to repay it later."
The young woman spoke lightly, but Ming Qi felt a sense of unease, unable to help but ponder the magnitude of this favor.
The Lingnan Du family was primarily engaged in commerce, so it was normal for them to have connections with the Liming Trading Company, one of the most prominent in the Central Land. However, for them to specifically detour to Jiufang Palace for this matter was quite unusual.
However, Ming Qi put all this aside for the moment because it was time to get out of the car.
"Don't worry, Miss Susu. I will definitely repay the favor I owe you, Liming Trading Company."
With that, Ming Qi turned around, nimbly exited the car, and blended seamlessly into the crowd on the street.
But as he landed and departed, the young girl Susu's voice reached his ears.
"We at Liming Trading Company have always valued our reputation, but all merchants value interest."
Ming Qi paid no mind and continued walking.
Jiufang Palace was designed entirely according to the principles of a large city, and it housed a considerable population. Only the central quarter was the core area of the Mohist Clan. However, now that he was inside Jiufang Palace, the rest of the matter would become much easier.
The Jiufang Palace had been established for a long time, boasting a comprehensive array of facilities, including restaurants and street markets.
Ming Qi spent several hours wandering the Jiufang Palace before finding a restaurant near the Mo Clan's core, the Juque Palace.
He wasn't a reckless person; on the contrary, he remained calm. While he knew that killing Zhuang Xiaosheng would be easy, the Mo Clan's strength could not be underestimated. Even though he had ascended to the rank of Martial King, if he alerted the Mo Clan's ancestors, escaping from the Jiufang Palace, rife with arrays and traps, would be incredibly difficult. Therefore, he needed to plan carefully.
To successfully lure Zhuang Xiaosheng out of the Juque Palace, he required ample patience.
And patience, Ming Qi certainly had in abundance.
This observation lasted three days.
On the evening of the fourth day, Ming Qi still stood at the restaurant window, watching the pedestrians passing by on the street in front of the Juque Palace, but he saw nothing.
Although he was certain Zhuang Xiaosheng was in Juque Palace, he hadn't seen him in the past three or four days!
The outcome of the Qiankun Mountain battle had already reached the Mo family. Judging from their movements over the past few days, it seemed that Mo Zhonglong's death hadn't dealt a devastating blow to the clan. They remained like dormant beasts, constantly stirring.
The Mo family possessed numerous experts; if one Mo Zhonglong died, another would emerge.
However, Ming Qi hadn't anticipated that tonight's Jiufang Palace would no longer be as peaceful as it had been in the past few days.
The massive Jiufang Palace lay sprawled across the earth, like a giant beast. Suddenly, amidst the gloomy night, several golden rays drifted from the distance. These rays quickly spread, rapidly approaching, and in just a few breaths, they had reached the towering gates of the Jiufang Palace.
The Mohist warriors guarding the tower were completely stunned by the sudden brilliance. When they rubbed their eyes to see what was before them, their pupils constricted in shock, their faces frozen like statues!
Before them appeared a dozen or so humanoid monsters radiating golden light, their massive wings dancing behind them!
Stupefied for several seconds, the guards finally awoke when one of the towering figures swung a golden sword, several dozen meters long, fiercely slashing against the tower.
"Attack!"
As they screamed at the top of their lungs, specially designed signals rapidly erupted. Instantly, a dazzling display of multicolored True Energy filled the night sky like a burst of fireworks.
Colorful Alarm!
This was Jiufang Palace's most critical alarm, activated only when facing a powerful enemy. At that moment, the rainbow of colors in the sky had completely obscured the black canopy above the palace.
"We'll only attack the city gates, not charge in."
Wei Silong, clad in golden armor and wielding a black, nameless longsword, spoke with a majestic air to a tall, Celestial Clan youth beside him.
Beside Wei Silong, Mo Changli, also clad in golden armor, his golden halberd ablaze with light.
Behind the three of them stood a line of ten Celestial Clan warriors, each armed with a golden sword and wearing golden armor, their faces filled with murderous intent.
"No problem!"
Wei Xingbai agreed, pointing his dozens-meter-long golden sword at the wall of the Jiufang Palace ahead, shouting, "Smash this city to pieces!"
Wei Xingbai was Wei Silong's third brother. This time, Wei Silong had rushed back to the clan at top speed. After Wei Xingbai shared his discovery of a method to suppress divine punishment, he immediately expressed great interest and rushed over with ten powerful Celestial Clan warriors.
After returning to the Liuli Holy Land today and learning that Ming Qi had come alone to kill Zhuang Xiaosheng, he insisted on coming.
Wei Xingbai, understanding the stakes, had formulated a strategy along the way. If Ming Qi were within the Jiufang Palace, he would undoubtedly seize this opportunity to kill Zhuang Xiaosheng.
Zhuang Xiaosheng's execution was imperative, but more importantly, it signaled that the Liuli Holy Land would not tolerate a single rebel living, even if he was hiding within the Jiufang Palace, a place renowned for its formidable experts!
At this moment, Ming Qi, still in the restaurant, had already witnessed the colorful light blooming in the sky. Then, he saw a series of figures flying out of the Juque Palace, heading in one direction. Judging by their auras, each one possessed the strength of a Martial King. Upon closer inspection, there were seven or eight of them!
At the same time, numerous Mohist warriors emerged from the four gates of the Juque Palace, rapidly following the powerful figure ahead.
Although he didn't know why the Mohist masters, along with numerous Mohist warriors, had mobilized en masse, Ming Qi saw this as a golden opportunity. Without hesitation, he leaped from the restaurant and swiftly headed for the Juque Palace.
At the same time, a crimson shadow flickered beneath his feet, and he vanished like a ghost before the Juque Palace's gates.
Having observed the grounds of Juque Palace for the past few days, he had a good understanding of the terrain and knew where to go. He soon arrived at a row of houses.
This was the Juque Palace's guest rooms, designated for guest accommodations.
Zhuang Xiaosheng wasn't particularly strong, and Ming Qi, having advanced to the Martial King realm, quickly located him among the rooms!
Unsure how long the Mohist masters' attention would be held, Ming Qi decided to make a quick decision.
It was inevitable that there was a magic circle around the guest room, but Ming Qi did not intend to think about how to avoid it, but rushed directly towards a door.