The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 246 Creation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Zhao Xu's gaze was cold as he looked at the top of the tent, a slight sneer playing on his lips.

At that moment, a dark figure appeared inside the tent and whispered, "Your Majesty, what is it?"

Zhao Xu slowly sat up, pointed to the tent, and the dark figure immediately said, "This subordinate will go out and check..."

Before he could finish speaking, a very faint "hissing" sound came, and the cowhide on the top of the tent was instantly pierced, with countless silver lights shooting in.

In an instant, a cloak-like object appeared in the shadowy figure's hand. He raised it and engulfed the white light, revealing hundreds of densely packed silver needles.

Zhao Xu sneered and suddenly punched upwards. With a muffled "bang," the tent was punched through by the force of his punch, and a wooden bird was shaken into several pieces and fell down.

He reached out and caught the mangled wooden bird's body. At that moment, his eyes turned completely white as he glanced at the wooden bird: "Ink Bird..."

Then, with a slight exertion of force, the wooden block shattered into dust, which flowed out between his fingers.

The dark figure flashed and flew towards the door. Four more figures appeared at the four corners of the tent, guarding the tiger-skin couch.

At this moment, the light outside was dim, with dark clouds obscuring the moon and stars appearing sparse and hazy. Zhao Xu got off the bed, went to the table to drink a sip of cold tea, and suddenly turned around to look at the broken hole in the tent above. His thin, pale face revealed a coldness.

Suddenly, a dim light flickered from the broken opening above the large tent, and a figure shot in, heading straight for him.

The four dark figures inside the tent rushed forward together, but in an instant, another person jumped into the cave. The speed was outrageous, and he dodged the four dark figures, already standing more than ten feet in front of him.

This was an elderly man in a long robe with wide sleeves, a ruddy complexion, thick eyebrows, and round eyes. He had no expression and struck forward with his palm without making a sound.

Zhao Xu stood still. Suddenly, a cold light flashed behind him, and a sword thrust out, as dazzling and nameless as a shooting star, heading straight for the old man's palm.

The old man's palm strike carried no gust of wind, seemingly without any outward force. However, he was less than an arm's length away from Zhao Xu, and should have been unable to hit him no matter what. But suddenly, his arm grew several feet, reaching Zhao Xu's chest in an instant.

The sword that emerged from behind Zhao Xu blossomed with a dazzling display of power, instantly protecting Zhao Xu's front. With a series of "thud, thud, thud" sounds, it cleaved the old man's hand and arm into more than a dozen pieces, which fell to the ground.

But those severed arms showed no blood, and fell with a dull thud, revealing that they were all made of wood, not flesh and blood.

The old man was actually attacking with a prosthetic arm, which could extend more than ten feet, a bizarre and indescribable phenomenon.

"Tianqiao Palace!" Zhao Xu uttered three words calmly.

The old man's expression immediately changed, and he lunged forward, hoarsely saying, "I never imagined that more than a hundred years later, the current Song Emperor would know my name. Was it passed down by that rogue who wielded the dragon-coiled staff?"

The swordsman behind Zhao Xu immediately blocked his way. Zhao Xu looked the old man up and down and said, "How dare you be so audacious as to disrespect the founding emperor of our dynasty! Aren't you afraid that the army will raze your mountain strongholds to the ground for interfering in worldly wars?"

The old man continued to fight with the swordsman, but he sneered, "Mortal matters should not be interfered with, but when it involves your Zhao family, it is no longer a matter of the world. Your Zhao family had a cause with my Kunlun in the past, so you should bear the consequences now."

Zhao Xu coldly replied, "What cause and effect? ​​It's nothing but you people playing tricks, making a big fuss, and being self-righteous!" The old man was furious upon hearing this: "If that rogue wielding the Panlong Staff hadn't stolen the Creation Fist Manual, how could your Zhao family be where you are today? If your Zhao family hadn't occupied the Central Plains imperial throne, why would Kunlun have come looking for you time and time again?"

Zhao Xu said, “The land is rich in natural treasures, and divine weapons and secret manuals belong to the capable and the virtuous. Kunlun is neither virtuous nor capable, so who can you blame for not obtaining the manual? Yet you have repeatedly caused trouble for my Great Song capital. Aren’t you afraid that I will lead my army to crush Kunlun?”

The old man suddenly burst into laughter: "What kind of place is Kunlun? How could a secular dynasty like yours shake it? Kunlun does not meddle in secular affairs for fear of divine retribution, but your Zhao family is an exception. If your Song Kingdom dares to send troops to offend Kunlun in a secular way, this rule will be useless. Kunlun will go on a killing spree and kill those secular people who come to offend you. Don't worry about divine punishment!"

"I think you've all lost your minds, you're all lunatics. Since the ancient times, all those pronouncements have been nothing but mad ramblings, every single one of them is pure nonsense, is there even a trace of truth in them?" Several different expressions quickly shifted across Zhao Xu's face.

"That rogue who wielded the Dragon-Panning Staff must have passed on quite a bit of information, right? But I see that even you, Emperor Song, know only limited things. By the way, your lineage isn't descended from that rogue, so there are some things you certainly don't know!" the old man said in a deep voice.

"This is alarmist talk. What is there that I don't know?" A strange look appeared on Zhao Xu's face.

"Hmph, stop trying to trick me!" the old man said. "That rogue died mysteriously that day. I'm afraid your lineage didn't even learn the Creation Fist completely. Without this fist, your Song Kingdom is probably not long for it. When the world changes, Kunlun will be the first to hold your Zhao Song royal family accountable."

"Spreading heresies!" Zhao Xu's gaze turned icy. "There's no great upheaval in the world. I will lead my troops into Kunlun and annihilate all of you corrupt ancient sects!"

At this moment, the swordsman's swordsmanship became faster and faster. The old man took a deep breath, shifted his feet and dodged. Seeing that he could not rush forward, he began to retreat.

"The seven luminaries have already appeared in the same palace. This time it will be different from the past. It's not just a change of dynasty or a great upheaval in the world. The heavens and earth will change, and only then will your Zhao Song imperial family be destroyed!" The old man's face showed a mocking smile.

Suddenly, the swordsman moved his sword to the center, a cold light piercing towards the old man's chest. Eight iron spider claws sprang out from the old man's chest, locking the sword tip, and then he used the momentum to retreat, already retreating to below the hole in the tent.

"Let's go, we'll take Emperor Song's life next time!" he said to another person, who was already being overwhelmed by the four shadowy figures. Upon hearing this, he immediately raised his hand and sent out a handful of flying bees, all made of wood, with sharp points in their mouths, flapping their wings and buzzing as they flew towards the shadowy figures.

Four dark figures swung their weapons to deflect the attacks, while two of them leaped into the air and jumped towards the cave entrance above.

At that moment, the swordsman caught up and was about to intercept him when Zhao Xu's clothes fluttered and he was already close by. The afterimages on his sleeves flashed one after another, and he threw a punch upwards.

This punch was powerful and seemed to contain countless principles and endless power. The wind from the punch made a whistling sound and emitted a pale white light.

The old man above changed his expression immediately. He and another person each produced a rattan-like object in their hands, held it in front of them, and then slapped it down.

However, Zhao Xu's punches seemed invincible. The two rattan shields, the force of the punches, and even the bodies of the two men all seemed to be made of paper, and were smashed to pieces and collapsed.

The force of the punch continued unabated, turning the tents above into dust, then sending the powder flying into the air, a faint white light emanating from it, accompanied by a ceaseless whistling sound...

A moment later, Zhao Xu sat in a new tent, looking somewhat anxious and puzzled, as if he were considering something.

Just then, soldiers came in to report. Zhao Xu nodded slightly, and then Zhong E walked in, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Xingzhou City has mobilized troops to break out from the north, southwest and south. Li Qianshun is among them, but we do not know which direction he is hiding in."

After a few moments of contemplation, Zhao Xu said in a detached tone, "The main focus should be on blocking the south. If they all break through, the main army can concentrate on pursuing them in that direction."

(End of this chapter)