The sky was beautifully made, the cold moon was dim, the night color was deep and heavy, Meng Qi and three people crouched on the wall head, quietly waiting for changes in the direction of the Temple of Diligent Government.

  Time passed slowly, and suddenly, the Imperial Palace emitted a loud noise, as if the roof had collapsed, the beams and pillars had crumbled, followed by a dull rumbling sound, like two powerful internal forces pushing palm winds crashing into each other.

  Meng Qi vaguely saw the windows of the Diligent Government Hall fluttering with paper, and the candlelight flickering.

  Such a commotion was naturally sensed by the guards watching over the Taiji Temple, who held their knives and swords, slightly tense and on guard. Many were about to rush towards the Qínhéng Temple to help, and the scene suddenly became somewhat chaotic.

  "Halt!" Just as Meng Qi and the other two were about to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak into the Taiji Temple, the leader of the guards suddenly shouted loudly, stopping the guards' spontaneous impulse.

  "He said in a loud voice: 'Our duty is to protect the Emperor, even if the mountains collapse and the earth splits open, we cannot abandon our posts! All brothers must not fall into the enemy's trick of making false noises to attack from both sides. If the Right Prime Minister needs help, he will send word over himself!'"

  He can become a leader, commanding many people. The emperor and the right prime minister have their eyes on him because he is calm and good at calming others with his stability.

  The guards returned to their posts one after another, vigilantly watching the outside with focused eyes, not missing any slight movement.

  Meng Qi's heart sank. In this situation, even with the Phantom Shape Technique, it would be impossible to deceive heaven and earth and sneak into the Taiji Temple undetected. After all, these guards were all top-notch experts, and even the weakest among them was equivalent to having opened their eyes to the truth. If they were fully focused, unless one could directly interfere with their senses, relying solely on a weak spiritual aura wrapped around the body would not have a good "ignoring" effect.

  After all, one can't treat the enemy as a fool... Meng Qi took a light breath and transmitted his voice to Luo Shengyi in secret, the second plan.

  When they negotiated before, they didn't take it lightly and inferred all possible situations, making separate plans. The current situation is also within their expectations.

  Lu Shengyi nodded slightly, taking advantage of the shelter of the wall to slowly open up some distance between himself and Meng Qi. Meanwhile, Meng Qi and Ruan Yushu made their way along the wall to the rear side of the Taiji Hall.

  Taking advantage of a dark cloud drifting by, Luo Shengyi slid down from the wall and hid under the railing. Then he flicked out a small stone in his hand and hit the fire extinguisher on the other side with a loud bang.

  "Who!" The guards all looked over.

  Luo Shengyi leapt forward, taking advantage of the chaos to rush straight into the palace, swift as a galloping horse, almost merging with the shadows under the fiery light.

  "Assassin!" The leader of the guards remained calm and composed, not completely distracted by the small stone, and immediately spotted Luo Shengyi, shouting loudly.

  The sound of clashing armor echoed through the air as the guards moved in, surrounding him.

  Lu Shengyi took a deep breath, his toes tapped the beam, and he suddenly turned to pounce on the leader of the guards. His right fist was thrown out, seemingly simple and unadorned, but the force and wind of his punch were constantly changing, making it difficult for people to grasp and capture.

  This punch was extremely powerful and filled the leader of the guards' pupils, giving him a feeling of being crushed by Mount Tai. His legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

  His boxing skills have made great progress and he has reached a state of perfect contentment!

  Pffft! A guard standing in front of the leader had just drawn his long sword when he was hit by a fierce gust of punches, spitting out fresh blood as he flew backward.

  Luo Shengyi's fist didn't stop, in the eyes of the guard leader, it seemed as if there was only this one fist between heaven and earth!

  "Kill!" The leader of the guards shouted, twisting his waist and swinging his arm, pouring all his strength and energy into his right fist, switching from defense to offense!

  Bang!

  With a loud thud, the two fists collided, sending shockwaves in all directions. The leader of the guards spat out blood from the corner of his mouth, his fist covered in blood and flesh, as he retreated three steps back.

  But it was this punch that slowed down Luo Sheng's momentum, the guards rushed over, and people on the roof and in the distance began to draw their bows and load their crossbows.

  Lu Shengyi unexpectedly fell into a desperate situation, and using the counter-shock of his fists colliding, he flew backwards, his toes touching the beam, and then pounced on the wall head, his left hand pressing down, flipping over and falling.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, he had just disappeared over the wall when a flurry of sharp arrows shot past.

  This time, no fewer than a dozen guards chased after him, doing their duty to apprehend the assassin. The leader of the guards was furious and found it difficult to stop them.

  Just as the captain of the guard shouted that there was an assassin, Meng Qi made his move. He threw out a flying claw and grabbed onto the eaves of the roof, pulling himself up to take advantage of the chaos and flew past.

  Ruan Yushu left the wall and hid in a nearby garden, waiting to receive Meng Qi. Once the guards started searching and Meng Qi had not yet come out, she would cause another commotion.

  Three people each took their own responsibilities, just as they had previously planned.

  Meng Qi "flew" to the gate of the back hall, pressed with his left hand, shattered the hidden lock, and flashed in.

  Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of him. They stood by the gate of the main hall, unmoving despite the chaos outside, vigilant with swords at the ready, but not expecting someone to push open the door and enter directly.

  It's indeed a layered defense! Meng Qi's heart was calm and waveless, his toes tapped lightly, and his movements suddenly accelerated, as if he were a ghost.

  Having arrived here, the distance from the old emperor's fainted house is already very close, and his plan is to force a breakthrough! Fast beats slow!

  Anyway, it's not like I want to assassinate him, just confirm his situation. When the time comes, whether it's shooting stones or shocking the mountain and tiger, there will be a way to do it, and I can escape before being surrounded.

  Dashing in front of two guards, Meng Qi's long sword stabbed out, slanted and tilted, completely violating the principles of swordsmanship.

  This sword, with an unpredictable tip, excelled in speed, striking before the two guards could raise their swords to intercept, stabbing them in the throat.

  They subconsciously flashed, their long sword swung, and a cry of "Assassin!" burst forth from their throat.

  Meng Qi's long sword suddenly changed from a thrust to a swing, and the sword light flashed. Two guards covered their throats and fell to the ground, with fresh blood gushing out between their fingers.

  In less than two moves, they were killed on the spot and couldn't even shout "Assassin!"

  Dugu's Nine Swords are indeed a ruthless tool for bullying the weak... Meng Qi couldn't help but sigh, as long as he didn't encounter an expert above the quasi-human peak in this world, Dugu's Nine Swords could quickly settle battles without needing Ah Nan to break his sword rules.

  After the two guards fell, Meng Qi performed "Catching Wind and Shadow", sweeping through the great hall like a fierce gust of wind, flashing into the corridor. In front of him were four masters guarding the gate, which was the location of the old emperor's coma in the "Purple Extreme Pavilion".

  Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly activated the Golden Bell Shield with all his might, and with a loud crash, he violently slammed into the wall.

  "After cultivating the 'Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces' Qi-gathering chapter for a period of time, his strength greatly increased. Moreover, he had already passed the sixth level of the Golden Bell Shield, and with a flash of dark gold, a dull thud was heard, bricks and stones flew horizontally, and a large human-shaped hole appeared on the wall."

  Hmph, you guard the gate, I'll climb the wall!

  Save time!

  However, this painting style is a bit off... it seems like a humanoid tank... Meng Qi flashed into the "Purple Extreme Pavilion", his toes lifted, and a stone flew up, about to hit the dragon bed, forcing the old emperor to "make" a reaction, confirming his condition, then he could slip away before the four gatekeepers reacted.

  The pebble flew out and was about to land on the dragon bed, hitting the old emperor who was sleeping in the shadows. Suddenly, a white as jade hand with a magical glow stretched out, bent its fingers and flicked the small stone away.

  A middle-aged scholar in brocade clothes and jade robes smiled and walked out from behind the screen by the dragon bed, handsome and elegant, with white temples, having an inexplicable evil charm.

  "Despicable lord......" Meng Qi's sword and knife were simultaneously extended, his eyes narrowed, how could he possibly appear here? He had anticipated traps, anticipated enemies, but never anticipated that the enemy would be him!

  Xie Jun Guan Ying looked at his own right hand, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control, swinging freely. But Meng Qi felt an indescribable fear, and a battle intention suddenly arose in his heart. Xie Jie and Bing Que each took up a stance, their spirits extending outward, blending harmoniously with their surroundings.

  Under this confrontation of aura, Meng Qi didn't dare to escape randomly. When the auras are intertwined, he will inevitably face the peak blow of Evil King, but he himself can only exert half of his strength due to running away!

  After a portion of his spirit attached itself to the swords, Meng Qi felt that they had become an extension of his own body. With their help, he could vaguely sense the situation around him and roughly grasp the direction of Xie Jun's aura.

  The four masters at the door were completely unaware of the situation inside!

  They had been subdued by Xie Jun, with no signs of life, the Death Seal was terrifying, and Xie Jun was equally terrifying... Meng Qi and Xie Jun stared at each other, without a hint of fear.

  The outside gradually quieted down, and the guards were completely unaware that two people had already sneaked into the emperor's bedroom.

  "The old devil pretended to be 'dead', plotting a grand conspiracy, but underestimated the hearts of men and ended up getting himself killed." The evil monarch turned his head, pointing at the old emperor on the bed, as if chatting idly with Meng Qi, exuding an air of carefree elegance.

  You don't know that most villains die from talking too much... Meng Qi muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the dragon bed, where he saw the old emperor's face was pale and gray, his skin swollen, with blood flowing from all seven orifices in the head, having been dead for who knows how long.

  "A conspiracy?" Now that they were temporarily safe, Meng Qi also wanted to get to the bottom of this matter.

  The evil lord smiled and said, "Although the old ghost is not good at actual combat, he has plenty of resources and secret books, and is considered a master, how could he be so easily knocked unconscious?"

  This is to be expected. The emperor of a martial world doesn't necessarily need to have overwhelming martial arts skills, but at the very least should possess some degree of actual power. Not mentioning the need for preventing accidents and assassinations, just the benefits of strengthening one's body and prolonging one's lifespan are enough to make it difficult for an emperor to resist the temptation of practicing martial arts. Meng Qi was not surprised by this at all.

  "So he's pretending to be unconscious?" Meng Qi asked in a low voice.

  Xia Jun shook his head: "No, the old ghost is getting older, but he still hasn't enjoyed enough. He's always thinking about prolonging his life and strengthening his body. And this time, from the beginning of the conversation with Tan Yi, the young master of the Zong tribe had already escaped to the capital, found Wang De Rang, and relied on the old ghost, telling him the final whereabouts of the Holy Lord."

  "He obtained the sacred relic, a peculiar crystal stone condensed from the Saint Gate's Inverse Transcendence and the Buddhist Family's Sharira Path. However, due to his haste in absorbing it to enhance his strength, fortify his body, and delay aging, he couldn't withstand it for a moment and fell into a coma."

  "The young master of the Zhuang family had already found the Right Prime Minister before General Lu entered the capital?" This news made Meng Qi a little surprised, then what was the Right Prime Minister's intention in making a searching gesture?