Chapter 2048 - 671: Heaven-Mending Stone (Part 2)

Chapter 2048: Chapter 671: Heaven-Mending Stone (Part 2)

Mad Sword Feng San!

Ding Li’s pupils slightly contracted.

This is Chu Xisheng’s chief Dragon Guard General under the Dalv Emperor, a Standard First Rank General of Martial Might!

What surprised him even more was that behind Mad Sword Feng San followed two women with graceful postures and exquisite, breathtaking beauty.

As the Minister of the Ministry of Industry of the Daning Dynasty, Ding Li also knew some of the intelligence gathered by the Police Pool of Blood.

He knew these two women were suspected to be the Near-God expert ’Jinghong Sword Immortal’ Bai Lingxi from seven thousand years ago.

It was these two women who recently assisted Chu Xisheng in pacifying He Status.

The reason for the suspicion was that these two women were too similar; even the Daning Police Pool of Blood could not determine who was the real Bai Lingxi.

Moreover, eight figures of various heights and statures, but all exuding grand and majestic aura, appeared around the mansion.

They were all First Grade Experts from different sects, all looking at him with cold and indifferent gazes.

Ding Li initially felt a shiver up his spine, his entire body chilled, but then he couldn’t help but let out a furious laugh: "Interesting, not to mention whether I am a poison corpse as you claim, but how can the Dragon Guard General of your Dalv Dynasty and decrees of your Dalv Emperor govern my Daning?"

Feng San raised his eyebrows at his words, surveying Ding Li with a bold smile: "You can actually ask Emperor Jianyuan if Feng San should care, if he has this qualification? Today, Feng San is determined to slaughter all of you poison corpses, whether the Fake Emperor Jianyuan dares to show up and stop us?"

Ding Li couldn’t help but be stunned again, lifting his head to look towards the Imperial Palace.

Only then did he realize that the palace was silent; since the incident occurred, there had been no sound inside or outside, and no reaction at all.

Moreover, he noticed that outside Wang’an City, there arose thirteen sky-reaching pillars; each bore a mighty Martial Intent Heavenly Rules that locked onto the Imperial Palace, twisting the Void above the palace.

Ding Li’s mood instantly grew cold as ice.

This was thirteen Super-grade, some even Near-God Rank experts oppressing and threatening his Emperor!

Ding Li was suddenly shocked to realize that the situation of Daning Dynasty had already deteriorated to such an extent—

The chief Dragon Guard of Fake Dalv Dynasty recklessly killing in the capital, while the Daning Emperor could only sit by helplessly.

Ding Li’s mood was unbearably sorrowful and desolate.

He was originally from the Northern Cold Tribe, commissioned in crisis, striving tirelessly with full devotion to revive the power of Daning Country in these few months as Minister of the Ministry of Industry.

But today’s scene gave him an unbearably heavy blow.

Ding Li hated the coldness of the Emperor Jianyuan and despaired over the gap in national power between the two sides.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the shock, anger, and fear in his chest, then bowed once more: "Sir, you said I was harmed by the Heavenly Gaze, turned into a poison corpse. How did you come to that? I am clearly still an ordinary person, when have I been a poison corpse?"

On the left side of Mad Sword Feng San, one of the two Bai Lingxi spoke expressionlessly: "Have you noticed how long you haven’t breathed?"

"Breath?" Ding Li was first puzzled, then his face gradually showed an expression of terror.

He realized he hadn’t been breathing all along.

With this thought, Ding Li felt his entire body was cold as ice without any body temperature.

Ding Li was somewhat fearfully thinking about when he became a poison corpse.

Ah! It was five months ago when he refused the appointment of Minister of the Ministry of Industry.

The Daning Court was like a ship riddled with holes, and he shouldn’t jump aboard at this time.

Moreover, that Emperor Jianyuan and State Preceptor Yu Kunlun were morally corrupt, using Dream Technique to confuse nearly thirty billion people in the Heluo Two States and nearby.

Making them believe in a prosperous era, turning a blind eye to governmental extortion and heavy taxes, ignorant of the piles of skeletons in the countryside.

Ding Li’s body trembled, yet he laughed, a tone filled with immense sorrow, despair, and irony.

He recalled being driven by instinct to draw blood from his family and friends.

That dog emperor, dog emperor—

Before his thought finished, his entire body was struck by a Dutian Divine Thunder.

He offered no resistance, as his body was obliterated by the Dutian Divine Thunder, dispersing a large toxic smoke.

"It seems to be true."

Feng San bowed to the surrounding Martial Cultivators: "I entrust you all! Please clean this Ding Mansion thoroughly, preferably check if their corpse poison has leaked out."

Those experts from various Divine Sects and Demon Sects immediately fell, pursuing their pre-selected targets.

He turned his head next, looking towards the direction of the Imperial Palace, his gaze extremely cold.

So far, there was no reaction from inside the palace, and Wang’an City was unusually quiet, except for some powerful Independent Cultivators.

The residential areas surrounding Ding Mansion were also silent as the grave. Everyone was asleep, completely unaware of the drastic events unfolding at Ding Mansion.

"Is this Zhe Dragon’s Dream Technique?"

Feng San couldn’t help but feel chills, getting goosebumps: "Truly formidable!"

"Naturally formidable!" Bai Lingxi No.1 sighed: "He is currently the Saint of Dream Two Skills, able to suppress most Upper Eternals in the Mortal World with a Middle Eternal Rank’s Divine Body.

Both his Dream Creation Technique and illusion technique are top-notch. If it weren’t for the vast coverage of his spell this time, even we couldn’t escape his dream realm."

Feng San rubbed his brow with some headache: "The Fake Jianyuan Emperor hides in the palace and refuses to come out, what should we do?"

The two Bai Lingxi remained silent at his words.

They understood Feng San’s implication but were unwilling to take the risk.

However, Mad Sword Feng San soon coolly said: "Since he refuses to come out, we shall go in. Some say the Fake Jianyuan Emperor built several secret catacombs beneath the palace, go check them out."

He essentially wanted to know if the Human Emperor had transformed into a half-human, half-corpse as rumored.

For this venture into the capital, Mad Sword Feng San did not only bring two Near-God Rank Martial Cultivators of unparalleled power, but also Su Fengdao, Chen Nailuo, Xie Tianqing, Lu Chen, Si Wufa, and Si Wutian as backing.

Once the battle changes, Li Changsheng and Chu Yunyun will reach within a few breaths.

This was why Feng San was determined not to be satisfied with merely clearing the corpse disaster in Wang’an City; he wanted to accomplish the task excellently.

The two Bai Lingxi exchanged a look of helplessness.

However, they dared not hesitate, both spreading their Sword Wings behind them, grandly flying towards the palace.

Inside Wang’an City’s palace, the Jianyuan Emperor remained calm and expressionless, stroking the Heavenly Gaze in his arms.

"So now all gods do not wish to see Diwa unsealed, not only fearing her emergence boosting the Human Clan’s prestige but also guarding against the Master of Thousands of Deceptions?"

"Indeed so!" Standing before the Jianyuan Emperor was an elder in a black robe.

On his chest was embroidered a golden Star Disk—this was the unique Divine Emblem of Emperor Ziwei.

This person carried an air of arrogance, looking down his nose: "Therefore, before his majesty acts to unseal Diwa, I urge careful consideration! You have the support of all gods, the Dynasty can be maintained. But if his majesty dares to be reckless, then neither the Divine nor all gods will show mercy."

Upon hearing this, the Jianyuan Emperor’s mood turned gloomy and foul.

He still asked calmly: "Then is it true that the first generation Heavenly Gaze did not die? It hides within Ji Yang’s Tomb, mixed with the Second Generation Saint Emperor?"

As he uttered these words, the Heavenly Gaze Clone in his arms suddenly stirred.

"This is undeniably true."

That Ziwei Micro Master coldly surveyed the ministers in the hall including Yu Kunlun, Yue Xin’er, Zong Shenhua.

He looked at their somber faces, his lips curling into a sneer: "I do not know why they are unwilling to reveal the truth to his majesty, yet if his majesty marches this path they suggested, investing all Daning’s national fate in it, then your death is near."

The Jianyuan Emperor offered no comment, but his nails dug deeply into the Heavenly Gaze Clone’s flesh, causing the Fierce Beast to let out a wretched cry.

His eyes showed not anger, but a strong ambition.