The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 251 - 220, he is already a dead man.

"Cough cough, young people are always in such a hurry, insisting on tormenting this old body of mine..."

Inside the Drunken Moon Inn, this sudden human voice was like a thunderclap, instantly piercing through the closed fortress.

And with it, the old eunuch burst through the roof tiles, descending from the sky.

The invisible barrier that enveloped the entire Drunken Moon Inn also shattered with a loud bang.

"Bang!"

The large black umbrella in the maid Qing Niao’s hand, spinning as if influenced by a formless force, vibrated mysteriously as if its thick, oil-greased surface was touched.

The blood handprints on its surface swiftly faded.

A visage of blood-red skulls slightly protruded, appearing eager to break free from the umbrella’s grim face showing a momentary look of terror.

Screaming, they vied to hide inside the black umbrella.

The advancing Thousand Faces God suddenly felt an indescribable great fear rising in his heart.

Without time to think, he instinctively retreated even faster than he had advanced!

During his retreat, he grabbed the maid’s hair and dragged her back with him!

"Crack."

It was then that the broken tiles from above finally fell.

Accompanied by a beam of light shining down, with dust drifting within it.

The old eunuch, clad in a python robe, descended with his hands behind his back, smiling as he looked at Zhao Douan, his eyes filled with surprise.

"This servant has seen Eunuch Hai."

Zhao Douan’s eyelids twitched, feeling the weakness in his body rapidly receding like the tide.

The sense of crisis dissipated like a snowman under the blazing sun.

He too was surprised.

He hadn’t expected that the hidden master would be this "living fossil" from the Imperial Palace.

Mr. Hai squinted at him, accepting the respect in his address.

He was curious about how he had been discovered.

But it was not the appropriate time to ask.

Suppressing his doubts, he gently "hmmed," turning his head to look towards the rebels.

The Thousand Faces God, pulling Qing Niao, had already retreated several meters.

Initially uncertain, his pupils sharply narrowed upon hearing "Eunuch Hai."

Associating it with the old eunuch’s arrival and the powerful pressure, he exclaimed in astonishment,

"Are you that Mr. Hai from the Imperial Palace?!"

Eunuch Hai smacked his lips, chuckling:

"After all these years, someone still recognizes me."

It was really him!

The Thousand Faces God felt darkness before his eyes, his mind buzzing as if struck by a heavy hammer, his vision filled with absurdity!

Glancing again at Zhao Douan, he suddenly felt as though he was the one who had stepped into a trap.

So, Zhao was not unprepared or audaciously deceived to come here; he knew all along that someone was protecting him from the shadows?

Before launching the ambush, the Thousand Faces God had considered this possibility.

But he had never imagined that the person would be the top Tributor in the palace.

Why?

Why did Zhao Douan deserve such a powerful protector?!

The Thousand Faces God, momentarily stunned, realized that Grandmaster Zhuang might have severely underestimated Zhao Douan’s favor.

His first thought was to flee.

But as soon as the thought arose, he dismissed it.

If it was truly that person, there was no way he could escape today.

"Is Grandfather also quite famous in the Jianghu?"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Douan felt incredibly reassured, even finding the time for a casual chat.

Mr. Hai just chuckled, remaining silent.

The opposing Thousand Faces God suddenly spoke:

"Famous? Is it merely famous?"

In that moment, seemingly acknowledging the futility of resistance, the Thousand Faces God calmed down.

He disdainfully looked at Zhao Douan, saying:

"In the Jianghu, every renowned master knows that a hundred years ago, the top Tributor from the palace entered the Jianghu alone.

Coinciding with the minor peak gathering of martial arts, the ten top martial artists of the Jianghu gathered, yet an unknown novice took the stage and won.

At that time, no one knew his identity, but they vaguely recognized the martial arts heritage related to the Great Yu Royal Family.

Later, the anonymous novice, who was Mr. Hai, entered East Sea Martial Emperor City on behalf of the Royal Family to meet the challenge, dueling the then yet-to-reach Heavenly Human Realm Wu Xiankui, and made a name in a single battle.

Unfortunately, after that, he vanished without a trace."

Zhao Douan gasped, looking incredulously at the python-robed eunuch who enjoyed joking with juniors.

Suddenly remembering what the Empress had mentioned, the centennial challenge between the Imperial Family and Martial Emperor City.

So, the person who last dueled with today’s top martial artist was Eunuch Hai?

Mr. Hai appeared slightly melancholic, seemingly reluctant to mention it.

The Thousand Faces God, however, showed a stern look on his face.

He no longer looked at Zhao Douan, focusing only on the old eunuch, bitterly saying:

"Today, having Mr. Hai personally take action, I consider myself extremely fortunate in this lifetime. I know full well my cultivation is no match for you, senior, I merely dare to ask for instructions on one move, and even in death, I will be convinced and admit defeat."

You, a rebel who kills as easily as mowing grass, posing like the noble hero at the end of his journey in Jianghu, what exactly are you trying to instigate...

Zhao Douan always felt that the person before him behaved nothing like the "Thousand Faces God" depicted in the reports.

He intended to offer a word of caution.

Mr. Hai, however, had already graciously nodded in agreement, "Indeed."

Then, turning towards Zhao Douan with a smile, he said,

"Keep an eye on this, it’s a rare learning opportunity. There aren’t many true Jianghu people in the Capital, and he’s one of them."

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Zhao Douan was momentarily stunned then respectfully looked towards,

Inside the room,

the atmosphere suddenly shifted.

"Master..."

The maid, Qing Niao, bit her lip, her eyes filled with sorrow, seemingly foreseeing the outcome, wanted to say something but was interrupted.

Thousand Faces God suddenly grasped the handle of a large black umbrella, faintly his auditory mechanism engaged, and then a sword slowly was drawn from within the shaft.

This Suppressing Object of the White Clothes Sect, surprisingly concealed a thin sword.

Thousand Faces God, holding the thin sword, that blade extremely slender, like a ripple of clear spring.

As soon as it was drawn, it emitted a chilling, sinister coolness.

Zhao Douan took one look and felt his spirit waver, almost as if hooked away by the blade’s edge.

"Heh, see this? This sword is called ’Shaohai,’ considered a weapon, yet somewhat linked to the Magicians, it is said that there are seven ’Shaohai’ in total. When killing, it can absorb the remnants of the victim’s soul.

It appears that this umbrella’s Suppressing Object is fed with these remnant souls... Killing with the sword, capturing souls, then nourishing the umbrella with these souls to release spells… A typical tactic used by Evil Mages. A good weapon, yet not quite like one."

The old eunuch in the python robe casually critiqued.

His tone was dismissive, as if he held great contempt for the method that mixed martial arts with Magic.

Zhao Douan, however, felt as if his horizons had been broadened.

With sword in hand, the aura of the Thousand Faces God surged dramatically.

His body seemed to swirl with waves of tidal forces.

The thin sword in his hand shone brilliantly, held vertically before him, suddenly a fierce wind arose around him, pushing the maid backwards.

Zhao Douan gasped lightly, acutely sensing the incredible power of the sword.

Yet the old eunuch in the python robe appeared completely unconcerned.

As if a full-strength strike from a Divine Chapter Warrior was nothing to him.

"Please, senior, bestow your instruction!"

Thousand Faces God bellowed, releasing the frustrations in his heart, and the sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a gleaming silver light, in a flash thrusting at the old eunuch’s face.

Eunuch Hai seemed, at that moment, to finally rouse a bit of alertness.

Unhurried, he raised his right hand, stretched out two fingers

—his movements were so slow, every detail clear to Zhao Douan.

Yet strangely, earlier than that meteor-like swift sword, he reached out.

Effortlessly, with two dry, wood-like fingers, he caught "Shaohai."

Then, applying some force with his fingers.

"Bang!"

That reputedly famous top-grade weapon in Jianghu, known as a fine sword, was forcibly shattered.

The slender blade, abruptly stifled, pushed forward under great kinetic energy, but amidst that bizarre vibration, snapped inch by inch.

In the blink of an eye, the sword body broke into dozens of segments and, as if all kinetic energy had been removed or it had sunk into a quagmire, silently, listlessly fell to the floor.

"Ding ding dang dang..."

Like a scattering of silver coins in mid-air.

"Ah!"

A woman’s scream resounded, only to see Thousand Faces God, as he launched that sword, suddenly flung the nearby maid towards the two men.

He turned around, hefted the huge black umbrella, leapt up, and like an arrow released from a bow, streaked down from the upstairs.

The handsome young master, holding the umbrella as he flew down from the second floor, like a bird spreading its wings.

"Trying to escape?"

The old eunuch harrumphed, ignoring the maid cast aside as a pawn without a glance, lightly tapped his foot.

"Bang!"

Silently, the Thousand Faces God mid-flight screamed miserably, plummeting straight down like a bird with broken wings.

The huge black umbrella he carried on his back, without a sound, pierced through by more than a dozen holes.

The formidable Divine Chapter Warrior, lying on the ground of the first floor, motionless as if dead, yet oddly, not a single drop of blood spilled.

"Oh?"

It was only now that Eunuch Hai seemed to notice something was amiss.

The old eunuch in the python robe suddenly leapt up, swooping down to the first floor, kicked over the prostrate Thousand Faces God, checked briefly, and said in a muffled voice:

"He’s dead."

Upstairs,

Zhao Douan, after knocking over the maid, curiously asked:

"Killed him?"

Eunuch Hai shook his head, his expression odd:

"He was already a dead man."