If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

The flaming longsword emitted a soft hum.

Zhao Yu's figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared in the most crowded area.

A crimson sword light swept across.

There were no screams, only a dozen or so heads shooting into the sky, the blood gushing from the severed necks instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

puff!

The sword flashed again, and several Celestial Realm experts blocking the way, along with their weapons, were all cut in two.

Warm entrails mixed with blood splattered all over the faces and heads of the people behind them.

With three hundred times the amount of true energy poured into him, every attack Zhao Yu made carried devastating power.

He didn't use any fancy moves, just the simplest chopping, slashing, and stabbing.

But in the face of absolute power, all skills seem pale and powerless.

The sword formations that the Sakura warriors were so proud of were laughably weak in front of him.

The protective true energy of the Celestial Realm experts crumbled the moment it touched the flaming longsword.

This is not a battle, it is a massacre.

A Sakura ninja at the peak of the Celestial Realm circled behind Zhao Yu, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and silently thrust his long sword toward Zhao Yu's back.

Zhao Yu didn't even turn his head, but instead swung his sword backhand.

scoff!

The warrior was neatly cleaved in two from head to toe, blood and fragments splattering everywhere.

This bloody and cruel scene became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Give me some! Give me some!"

"He's not human! He's a demon!"

The surviving Sakura warriors were completely devastated, and none of them dared to step forward.

Those Heavenly Realm experts from the Great Liang were also pale-faced, their legs were weak, and they could no longer muster any fighting spirit.

Zhao Yu ignored the fleeing soldiers; his goal remained the same from beginning to end.

He walked through the crowd, leaving a trail of blood and corpses in his wake.

As Zhao Yu watched the crimson figure approaching, the color drained completely from his face.

His previous arrogance and mockery vanished, leaving only a deep-seated fear.

"Grandpa Hai! Celestial Master Hu! Protect the Emperor! Quickly, protect the Emperor!"

His voice became sharp and shrill with fear.

"puff--"

Master Hu spat out another mouthful of black blood. He struggled to support his swaying body and tremblingly pulled out a palm-sized, ancient bronze mirror from his robes.

The most prized treasure of Taixu Temple is the Taixu Qiankun Mirror.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the mirror.

hum!

The bronze mirror shone brightly, and a beam of white light shot out, instantly enveloping Zhao Yu, who was charging into battle.

Zhao Yu's body suddenly froze, suspended in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

A mysterious power completely sealed off the space around him.

"It can only suppress it for three breaths! Make your move now!" Master Hu roared with all his might, looking more than ten years older.

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with ecstasy.

"Hahaha! Heaven is helping me!"

He pointed at Zhao Yu, who was frozen in place, and screamed at Eunuch Hai beside him.

"Eunuch Hai, use your 'Sunflower Heart-Eating Finger'! This technique ignores internal energy defense; one finger will kill him!"

Grandpa Hai's face remained expressionless; he simply nodded calmly.

He slowly raised his right hand, and a wisp of extremely cold black true energy condensed at his fingertips.

Everyone held their breath.

They were all waiting for Eunuch Hai to deliver this fatal blow.

The next moment, Grandpa Hai moved.

He suddenly turned around, and with a finger imbued with chilling true energy, he stabbed at Zhao Yu, who was completely unprepared beside him!

This sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

Zhao Yu's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints; he had no time to react.

It looked like that finger was about to pierce his heart.

Ding!

A crisp sound.

A golden light burst forth from Zhao Yu's chest.

"what!"

Hai Gonggong let out a miserable scream as he was blasted backward by the golden light, his right hand fingers twisting strangely and bleeding profusely.

Zhao Yu looked down in shock and saw that a jade pendant with a dragon pattern on his chest was cracked with numerous fissures.

This is an imperial artifact left behind by the late emperor—the Anti-Dragon Pendant.

It can deflect all attacks.

But it can only be used once.

Zhao Yu, who had survived the ordeal, gasped for breath, followed by boundless rage.

He pointed at the fallen Hai Gonggong, his face contorted in rage.

"Eunuch Hai! You eunuch! The Great Liang has treated you well, yet you dare to murder the emperor!"

Master Hu was dumbfounded.

The samurai of Sakura were dumbfounded.

Everyone was stunned and at a loss by these successive changes.

No one could have imagined that Eunuch Hai, who had always been loyal to Zhao Yu, would betray him at this crucial moment.

In that instant of utter silence, three breaths had passed.

The light of the Taixu Qiankun Mirror dimmed, and its suppressive power over Zhao Yu dissipated.

Zhao Yu regained his freedom.

He flexed his wrists, then raised the flaming longsword in his hand again, his killing intent even stronger than before.

"Today, you will die!"

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of fire once again and rushed towards Zhao Yu.

This time, no one could stop him.

Just then, the scantily clad woman from the Sakura Kingdom who had been standing next to Zhao Yu suddenly turned fierce in the eyes.

An aura far exceeding that of ordinary Celestial Realm cultivators suddenly erupted from her body.

Peak of the Celestial Realm!

With a flick of her wrist, she cried out sweetly, "The Dragon Swimming on the Water!"

The woman's body instantly transformed into a supple stream of water, sweeping up the terrified Zhao Yu and shooting towards the forest.

The water flow was incredibly fast, gliding across the ground, avoiding all obstacles, and disappearing over a hundred meters away in just a few breaths.

Everyone was then shocked to realize that this alluring woman was not only a top expert, but the techniques she used also required the bloodline of a water-based dragon vein to cultivate.

This alluring woman, who resembled a prostitute, was actually a member of the royal family of the Sakura Kingdom!

"Where do you think you're going!"

Zhao Yu roared, stomped his foot, and blasted a crater in the ground as he chased after the enemy.

However, the stream was exceptionally agile, weaving freely through the forest, and he couldn't keep up with its speed for a while.

Just as he was preparing to pursue them at all costs, Shen Miaochu suddenly exclaimed from behind.

"Zhao Yu!"

Zhao Yu turned around abruptly and saw that on the riverbank, the exhausted Master Hu had somehow attacked Shen Miaochu with a maniacal smile on his face.

He wanted to take Shen Miaochu hostage and reverse the situation.

Zhao Yu stopped moving.

While hunting down Zhao Yu and avenging the Meng family is important, the safety of Shen Miaochu is even more paramount.

He silently prayed, "General Meng, Brother Meng, please be patient for now. I will take Zhao Yu's life sooner or later."

The next moment, he abandoned the pursuit, turned around, and rushed back to the riverbank with overwhelming killing intent.

"Die!"

When Master Hu saw Zhao Yu turn back, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly roared at the remaining enemies around him, "Stop him! Buy me time! As long as I capture this woman, we still have a chance!"

The remaining dozens of Sakura warriors exchanged glances, roared, and charged at Zhao Yu with their swords drawn.

Some independent martial arts practitioners also gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

But many more people quietly retreated, preparing to slip away.

"Your Majesty, please deal with the smaller fry first. Leave this to me!"

With a severed arm, Hai Gonggong struggled to his feet and stood between Hu Tianshi and Shen Miaochu.

Zhao Yu nodded.

Looking at the massive enemy force before him, he held nothing back.

The flaming longsword transformed into a deathly crimson curtain of light, enveloping everyone within it.

Less than fifteen minutes.

The riverbank has returned to quiet.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and burning.

The ground was littered with mutilated corpses, and the Liang River was stained red.

All enemies were slain.

In the arena, only Zhao Yu, Shen Miaochu, and Eunuch Hai, who was dragging his severed arm, remained.

And Master Hu, whose limbs were broken by Hai Gonggong's foot and who howled like a dead dog.