Chapter 164: Dongfang Wuji's Great Battle with Eunuch Zhang

Imperial Capital.

That day, black clouds pressed the city.

Above the black clouds, there was a person.

This person rode the clouds and mist, soaring above the nine heavens, wandering between heaven and earth.

The common folk all raised their heads to gaze, just to see the person standing in the sky. They devoutly knelt, believing that the person in the heavens was a deity descended to earth, and they prayed for everything they could pray for.

"Is that a divine spirit?"

"I never expected that, in my lifetime, I would still be able to see a person flying in the sky."

"May the immortals bless us! Bless my son with many children and grandchildren!"

For a moment, the Imperial Capital stopped believing in the emperor and turned to faith in the heavenly deity.

In the imperial palace.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's terrible! Something major has happened!"

"What's got you all flustered?" Emperor Wenhuang and Consort Xiao were enjoying themselves in the bedchamber when the eunuch's interruption instantly sparked his anger, "Didn't you see I'm keeping company with my beloved concubine?"

"Your Majesty, something major has happened!"

"I want to see what this major matter is; if it's not serious, you'd better prepare to collect your own corpse!" Emperor Wenhuang hastily donned his dragon robe and left Consort Xiao's bedchamber. Before the eunuch could continue speaking, he had already seen the anomaly in the sky.

"What is that?" Emperor Wenhuang stared, mouth agape, pointing at the person in the sky and trembling as he asked, "An expert who has transcended the mundane?" He rubbed his eyes hard, making sure he wasn't seeing things or mistaken.

Emperor Wenhuang, after all, had trained at the Thousandfold Gate, his cultivation was not low, and he was well versed in the ways of cultivation—how could he not know the legend of transcendent Dao experts?

Before an expert of the Sevenfold Heaven, what is the emperor, son of heaven? Even with hundreds of thousands of troops, they cannot stop his wanton slaughter. An expert of the Sevenfold Heaven can kill as easily as crushing an ant; a mere wave of the hand or a glance is enough to reduce countless enemies to ashes in an instant.

Emperor Wenhuang felt for the first time that his position was shaken. The Sevenfold Heaven expert stood arrogantly above the Imperial Capital, and the legendary scene became reality in his era.

"Quickly summon Zhou Ke and Zhang Huayu into the palace! Quick!" Emperor Wenhuang said in a panic, then hurried back to Consort Xiao's bedchamber, pulled back the covers, and curled his whole body under the blankets.

That expert standing arrogantly above the nine heavens was naturally Dongfang Wuji, healed from his injuries.

Dongfang Wuji stood on the clouds, looking down upon all living beings beneath heaven; in his eyes, they were nothing but ants. A feeling of sorrow for heaven and pity for humanity arose in his heart, and the span of three hundred years made him cherish life all the more.

To repay grudges and avenge resentments—he could not possibly let Eunuch Zhang off.

Dongfang Wuji unleashed the "Formless Demonic Technique," his figure expanding countless times in the sky, covering clouds and sun as a matter of course! He resembled a demon god greater than heaven, seeking to crush the world to dust.

That was not a human shadow, but a demonic shadow!

How could Eunuch Zhang possibly miss Dongfang Wuji's arrogant silhouette? He even sensed it earlier than anyone else, for as soon as Dongfang Wuji's true qi reached the edge of the Imperial Capital, he had already felt it.

A fierce battle awaited him.

Lu Qianchuan stood beside Eunuch Zhang, feeling panicked at the enormous demonic shadow in the sky. "Eunuch Zhang..."

"What news from the north?" Eunuch Zhang asked without joy or sorrow.

"The scouts report that Yanshan Hai is gathering troops, estimating that it will take only three days to muster them."

"How many troops?"

"At least a hundred thousand." Lu Qianchuan replied, adding that since the last time Chen Yi He beat him black and blue, he had spent several months nursing his wounds back to health, "Our Embroidered Uniform Guard has five hundred thousand troops; they shouldn't amount to much."

"I don't know if they'll amount to anything, but this person before us is a hard nut to crack." Eunuch Zhang pointed at Dongfang Wuji in the sky and said.

"I trust in Eunuch Zhang's strength." After all, he was Eunuch Zhang's trusted aide, and Lu Qianchuan knew his strength very well.

"Hahaha! Looks like I'll go meet him! Three hundred years ago I wasn't even born; three hundred years from now, I'll make him regret having lived again!" Eunuch Zhang threw his head back and laughed loudly.

Everyone inside the Imperial Capital heard Dongfang Wuji's boundless shout: "Zhang Huayu, come out and die at once! This old man can't take it anymore!"

Dongfang Wuji's shout was like the Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder—one wave after another, each descending from the sky.

The ground was shaken open by him, buildings collapsed under his tremors, and innocent living beings were crushed to powder.

Three hundred years ago, it was the same! No one could stop Dongfang Wuji!

The common folk were as if they had endured an endless geological disaster—unable to hide or flee, they could only kneel and beg the "heavenly deity" for mercy, lest they suffer.

The three words "Zhang Huayu" are known by many in the Imperial Capital; Eunuch Zhang's great name is known to all, unknown to none.

In the prince's manor.

Zhou Ke silently observed everything in the sky; he had roughly heard Ye Wuming explain that what Eunuch Zhang had provoked was the Eastern Giant Devil from three hundred years ago.

At the same time, Zhou Ke felt resentful, having been schemed against by Eunuch Zhang for no reason, dragging Ye Wuming into it; fortunately he himself did not show up, otherwise who knows if Dongfang Wuji would come knocking to settle scores.

However, Zhou Ke was not panicked; instead he smiled, saying, "Heaven helps me as well..."

"How is Old Ye?" Zhou Ke asked Situ Qing, who looked worried.

"He's recuperating; after all, he's up in years and has exhausted all his true qi, making it hard for him to wake up just yet." Situ Qing replied.

After Ye Wuming insisted on returning to the prince's manor a few days ago, he spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed at the doorway of his room, then fell unconscious and has remained in a deep sleep until now.

"Looks like we'll have to use the Heartless Pill he himself refined."

"Alas, everything is fate; who would have thought he'd face such a calamity!" Situ Qing sighed, having known Ye Wuming for many years and being Zhou Ke's left and right hand; seeing his companion hover on the brink of life and death, how could his own heart feel any better?

"The Tian'an Continent is about to face another calamity, alas..." Zhou Ke's thoughts were pulled back by Dongfang Wuji; Dongfang Wuji's cry of "Zhang Huayu" was practically the death knell for everyone in the Imperial Capital.

Who could withstand an expert of the Sevenfold Heaven?

"Go fetch the Imperial Old Ancestor!" Zhou Ke told Situ Qing.

"But the emperor..."

"Hurry up and go!" Zhou Ke roared.

Situ Qing gave a "whoosh" and vanished!

Zhou Ke's mind was in turmoil; on one side he worried about not having obtained the Heavenly Mechanism Sword, on the other the legend of Dongfang Wuji surfaced again.

Whatever happens, good or bad, is an opportunity. When opportunity arrives, in a brief instant, if one can seize it, one can soar to the heavens!

This also presented the perfect chance to get rid of Eunuch Zhang; from then on, Zhou Ke would have no rival in court affairs.