Chapter 187

All three imperial dynasties certainly sent many skilled warriors to Dali.

With this, trying to move against Great Ming, the top combat strength might truly not be enough.

After all, some must be left to guard the main base.

In summary.

Only the Qinglong Society, with its grand ambitions and terrifying strength, fits the requirement.

Moreover, Senior Xiaoyaozi from the Evergreen Spring Valley had once gone there.

And Senior Xiaoyaozi is one of the Four Dragon Heads of the Qinglong Society.

And perhaps Ximen Wudi himself created a technique capable of achieving immortality.

To say they don't care much about the Evergreen Spring Valley.

It must be the Feiqinglong Society!

Therefore.

Their identities go without saying.

"So what?"

Cao Zhengchun sneered.

Even if you know, what does it matter?

Does the Qinglong Society fear others finding out?

Zhu Houzhao slightly froze.

He too thought of this point.

His face twisted into a bitter smile.

Indeed.

Given the current situation.

What difference does it make whether or not you know their identities?

At most, they're just confused ghosts and aware ghosts.

Thinking of this.

Perhaps knowing he would surely die today.

Zhu Houzhao's expression grew solemn.

He raised his hand to tidy his clothing and hairstyle.

He regained his former bearing.

"I know full well that I will surely die this time!"

"But a sovereign has a sovereign's way of dying! How can I die by blade or sword!"

"To be beheaded violates imperial decorum—bring me the poison wine!"

As soon as he spoke these words.

The already quiet palace hall.

Instantly became so silent not even a pin could drop.

They exchanged glances.

Cao Zhengchun let out a mocking laugh.

"Hehehe~~"

"On the brink of death, still fussing over how to die?"

"You eunuch dog, what do you know!"

Zhu Houzhao gave him a cold glance.

He pulled down the curtain from the nearby pillar.

He looked around the hall.

He walked to the center of the hall and smiled contentedly.

"This place is perfect!"

"Hang me here, so those who enter through the door and peer through the windows."

"Will see all of Great Ming's realm beneath their gaze!"

Saying this,

He paid no heed to Cao Zhengchun and the others' reactions.

He leapt into the air.

He threaded the curtain through the crossbeam.

He tied a simple knot.

Then he brought over a stool.

Calmly stepped onto it.

He stuck his head into the curtain.

During this, he still took a moment to adjust his appearance once more.

He pushed hard with his foot.

He kicked the stool away.

His entire body instantly hung suspended in midair.

Feeling the sensation of suffocation,

Zhu Houzhao clenched his Yaguan tightly, refusing to make a single sound.

Not long after.

With a trickle of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The vitality in his body likewise slowly faded.

"A true man!"

"Give him a grand burial."

A flicker of respect passed through his eyes.

The Southern Prince's Heir spoke up and gave orders.

Cao Zhengchun nodded, hefted Zhu Houzhao's corpse, and walked away side by side with Yu Huatian.

They had not forgotten.

Aside from Zhu Houzhao.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Liushan Sect must both be thoroughly purged!

Especially those who knew Zhu Houzhao well.

To avoid any traces being discovered later.

It would be disastrous to ruin the Great Dragon Head's plans!

Meanwhile.

Above the Forbidden City.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue still remained poised.

Not a single move had been made.

The many martial artists watching grew increasingly impatient.

At this rate.

Who knew when they'd finally fight!

Only a few high-level experts and sword masters.

Showed no expression, waiting calmly.

Because they understood.

Sword masters like Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue.

Victory or defeat often comes down to a hair's breadth.

Before then.

Whoever shows the slightest opening.

Will fall into a disadvantageous position.