Chapter 1886: The Divine Master Team: A Terrible Mission (Second Update, Requesting Subscriptions)

"So many people!"

Lin Pingzhi stood atop Songshan, gazing at the dense, dark masses of people covering the mountain, and mused, "This matter clearly has deeper roots."

At first, the rumor was that a Liu swordsman wanted to challenge Shaolin.

By the time they reached halfway, it had become: Shaolin was hosting a Wu Lin Assembly to choose the greatest under heaven as Wu Lin Alliance Leader.

The clever ones already sensed something was off; some had left outright.

But most grew even more excited, wishing they themselves were the lucky one.

To unify the Wu Lin, become Wu Lin Alliance Leader, rule the martial world like an Emperor.

No!

With so many experts in the Jianghu now, if one could command them all, even the Emperor of the realm might be within reach.

Thinking of this, the martial outlaws' hearts burned hotter.

Yet they never realized—everyone here cultivated the Bixie Sword Art, all were experts; who would submit to whom?

Warriors may be strong, but they are a disunited mob.

Lin Pingzhi extended his divine sense, and soon detected the truth.

Hundreds of massive cannons had long been hidden among the trees, poised and ready.

Nearly ten thousand archers lay silently concealed, awaiting orders.

Each of these archers was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, eyes sharp as lightning—clearly elite imperial troops, master marksmen.

"It seems the imperial court also recognizes the gravity of this situation, and intends to eliminate all martial artists on Songshan."

Lin Pingzhi's expression shifted slightly, but he wasn't truly worried.

With his current strength, even these cannons—let alone the nuclear bomb Miss Su mentioned—he could easily evade.

As long as no major upheaval occurs, he has nothing to fear.

Deep in the forest.

Zhu Houzhao's face was grim as he watched the martial artists flying swiftly across Songshan.

Too fast!

The speed of these martial artists exceeded his imagination.

Though the palace also had those who cultivated the Bixie Sword Art.

But these Eunuchs tended to hide their true abilities, rarely showing their worth in daily life.

Serving the Emperor is like serving a tiger!

Who among those near the Emperor would dare show their fangs?

Even those serving as guards or servants, the Eunuch guards remained ever vigilant, never revealing their danger, lest they provoke the Emperor's suspicion.

Thus, Zhu Houzhao had always regarded the Eunuch guards as merely decent.

But no more than that.

"Li Zhong, what do you think will be the outcome of this battle?"

Suddenly, Zhu Houzhao asked.

From the shadows, a soft, feminine voice replied.

"Your Majesty, this humble servant dares not predict. If there were only a few thousand, these cannons could wipe them all out with one volley—no divine art would save them."

"But there are too many. Though the court's artillery is devastating, it cannot annihilate them all in one strike."

"To prevent them from going mad and lashing out, Your Majesty might consider withdrawing for now, leaving command to other my lords?"

Zhu Houzhao's brow tightened further; he waved his hand and sighed, "Without personally overseeing this, how can I rest easy?"

In truth, seeing so many powerful beings who produced nothing, his sense of crisis had long exploded.

So many experts would surely plunge the realm into chaos.

At this moment, he no longer cared for his own safety.

Shaolin.

After years of development, Shaolin's monks had abandoned their staffs and sabers, replacing them entirely with long swords.

In appearance, they had shifted from rugged masculinity to delicate femininity—all young monks now had pale, beardless faces and gentle postures.

Even Abbot Fang Zheng's white beard had fallen out entirely.

Externally, they claimed it was due to advanced age.

In truth, every monk in the temple knew Fang Zheng had succumbed to the temptation of the Bixie Sword Art and castrated himself to cultivate it.

The Bixie Sword Art is no superior to the Yijin Jing.