Thick internal strength reverberated in the sky above the Imperial Capital.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch dragged the blood coffin with one hand and headed towards the White Tiger Sect of the Great Qian Imperial Palace.
The spectators in the teahouse quickly followed the Blood Massacre Patriarch.
The commoners in the capital of Da Qian were keenly aware that something was wrong.
They followed the crowd and looked at the palace.
In the next moment.
A thin and long silver needle pierced through the sky.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the Blood Massacre Ancestor.
Bang!
The Blood Massacre Patriarch raised his palm and struck horizontally.
The moment his palm touched the silver needle.
The two of them actually emitted a rumbling airwave.
The silver needle broke into pieces and penetrated the stone brick.
There was a hint of intelligence hidden under the crimson eyes of the Blood Massacre Patriarch.
"What a dangerous method!"
"He actually used silver needles as a weapon. There are really all kinds of strange things in the world!”
"If I were the Blood Massacre Ancestor, I would have been lying on the ground by now.”
"I wonder which expert from the Imperial Palace has made a move.”
The power contained in the silver needles was not extremely strong.
If the old eunuch had attacked, the Blood Massacre Patriarch might not have been able to withstand it.
The martial artists in Jianghu were all amazed.
Zhang Yan's expression was ugly. He had been ordered by his sect to investigate the foundation of the Great Qian Imperial Palace. It seemed that the Great Qian Dynasty was not as simple as it seemed.
The martial artists in the pugilistic world were suspicious.
A black figure suddenly dashed out of the palace.
He raised his palm and silver needles rained down.
Even the Blood Massacre Patriarch had to circulate his internal strength, afraid that he would fail miserably.
"You are…the West Military Governor, Yu Huatian!”
The Blood Massacre Ancestor recognized Yu Huatian at a glance.
Then, he revealed a cold smile.
The silver needle attack was hard to defend against, but it stopped there.
The Blood Massacre Ancestor, who was at the peak of the Postliminary Realm, believed that he could defeat all his opponents below Wan Kui with his internal strength alone.
Moreover, he had the Twelve Bloody Massacre Styles that looked down on those of the same rank.
"A mere eunuch dares to make an enemy of me.”
"You really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's hands formed claws as he flew through the sky like a great roc.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Three consecutive sounds of air being torn apart rang out.
Yu Huatian circulated the Sunflower Manual with all his might, but he was unable to dodge the Blood Massacre Patriarch's claws.
Yu Huatian's long sleeves were torn into rags, and traces of blood seeped into his arms.
In the blink of an eye.
The difference is obvious.
The gap between the peak of the Postliminary Realm and the first-class was also a natural chasm.
"Not bad, not bad!"
"A crippled first-rate cultivator was actually able to survive my Twelve Bloody Massacre Styles with a strange movement technique. It really opened my eyes.”
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's voice was extremely hoarse.
Its red eyes seemed to be staring at a prey.
A huge sense of danger instantly enveloped Yu Huatian's heart.
At this moment.
There was a heavy creak.
The mighty and heavy White Tiger Gate opened.
A disciplined and orderly army rode out of the White Tiger Sect on armored horses.
"Haha."
"Hahahahaha…"
"As expected!"
"The old eunuch in the palace had already lost his Qi and blood several years ago. It's impossible for him to enter the Connate realm.”
"However, he broke through successfully. I guess he probably broke through forcefully and lost his lifespan.”
The Blood Massacre Patriarch laughed heartily, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.
Today, he was going to use Emperor Qian's blood to build his reputation as the Blood Massacre Patriarch.
As for the murderer of his grandson…
Actually, the Blood Massacre Patriarch wasn't sure if the murderer was Emperor Qian, but he was sure of one thing.
If he was the target of the person who killed his grandson, then the other party would definitely want to see him die with his own eyes before leaving the Imperial City.
This meant that that person must be in the Imperial Capital.
Moreover, he should be watching him in secret right now!
It didn't matter whether it was Emperor Qian or the others.
As long as he massacred the entire Imperial City, he would be able to avenge his grandson.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's palm tightened slightly and grabbed the blood coffin behind him.
This was the reason why he dared to fight against a Connate Realm expert alone.
"Form the formation!"
Chen Qingzhi shouted.
The entire palace guards instantly arranged themselves into a special formation.
Immediately after.
Thousands of palace guards shouted in unison.
The blood-colored internal strength shot into the sky like smoke from the desert.
Chen Qingzhi took the lead and stabbed out with his spear.
"Junior, a peak third-rate cultivator dares to come here and seek death!”
The Blood Massacre Patriarch clenched his hands, and the majestic internal strength of the Blood Massacre Technique rose. He wanted to hold the light spear with one hand.
In an instant.
Everyone felt the world change.
There seemed to be a blood-red pattern that quickly streaked across the Iron-Blood Army formation.
The intertwining vast internal strength was immediately added to Chen Qingzhi.
The light spear instantly transformed into a ferocious dragon that was unstoppable.
Puchi!
Caught off guard, the Blood Massacre Patriarch's arm was pierced through.
The spectating martial artists gasped.
"You're courting death!"
The Blood Massacre Patriarch was furious. He grabbed the arm of the blood coffin and brazenly attacked the army formation.
Yu Huatian seized the opportunity, and the silver needles rained down like a storm of pear blossoms.
Even if the Blood Massacre Patriarch used all his strength, he could not stop them all.
His powerful strike on Chen Qingzhi's body actually turned into thousands of damage that was transferred to the entire palace guards.
That little guy at the peak of third-rate had actually withstood his furious attack.
Only now did the Blood Massacre Patriarch realize how terrifying the Great Qian Imperial Palace was.
He used his internal strength to absorb the rope that was binding the blood coffin.
He slammed his palms on the surface of the blood coffin.
The coffin's lid immediately flew into the air.
The flowing blood mixed with broken limbs was like a scene from hell.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch hugged the blood coffin with both hands and injected his internal strength.
In an instant.
The crimson blood in the blood coffin started to boil.
A few breaths later.
The blood in the blood coffin actually condensed into a mysterious object that looked like a pill.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch swallowed them all.
The aura on his entire body actually surpassed the limit of the Postnatal realm and reached the Connate realm.
At this moment.
The Blood Massacre Patriarch's rationality was completely overshadowed.
He had originally planned to leave a backup plan to deal with the old eunuch Wan Kui.
However, there were many capable people in the Great Gan Imperial Palace.
Although he held back his strength, he was afraid that Wan Kui would sneak an attack.
Fortunately, he had used his trump card in advance.
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