Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

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Far outside the Imperial Palace, Shen Qing captured every word of Ji Zikong through his powerful Primordial Spirit and Divine Thought, leaving him with a sense of sudden enlightenment, unable to speak for a long time.

According to Ji Zikong's explanation, in summary, the "ecological system" of Martial Arts in this world is on the brink of collapse and cannot withstand the consumption of too many martial masters.

Controlling the number of martial masters is the means to maintain the integrity of this "ecological system."

To save this "ecological system," one must break conventions, needing a leader to carve out a path, leading the Human Clan into another cultivation "ecological system" or connecting to another "ecological system."

So why does the Ji Family resort to all means to gather all Martial Mechanisms in the world? Why do they ignore the mutual slaughter among martial masters? Why do they also turn a blind eye to the rampage of demons, even intentionally encouraging it? Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

All these questions have been answered.

In Shen Qing's view, how sickly is this world.

Facing Ji Zikong, whose aura had suddenly changed ahead, the Daoist's expression turned serious.

As he looked ahead, he saw Ji Zikong, who had been standing quietly over the Imperial Palace, reach out and hold the Flying Sword beside him.

The sword's tip was slightly raised, and Ji Zikong thrust forward quickly at the densely clouded Flying Boats of the Huang Tian Sect.

This thrust was devoid of the thunderous magnitude generated by the Great Power, nor did it have the turning of the universe when the Ji Family's ancestors struck, making the sun and moon lose their brilliance.

It was merely a long sword, leaving an unobtrusive mark in the void of the air.

Light as a feather, yet seemingly heavy as a mountain.

However, it was precisely this seemingly casual touch that caused the Daoist's heart to tense up suddenly.

He seemed to see a divine sword that traversed eternal ages, roaring down from the Nine Heavens, severing all things!

An unprecedented chill like icy cold pierced to the bone.

The Daoist's eyes instantly contracted into needles.

He unhesitatingly activated the golden bell in his hand.

Immediately, the golden bell in his hand shone brightly, instantly transforming into an indestructible golden light shield, enveloping him tightly within.

"Crack!"

It was as if cracks appeared on a frozen lake surface, with crisp shattering sounds arising.

With a crisp sound, the golden bell in the Daoist's hand was filled with cracks, trembling uncontrollably, as if about to break at any moment.

He hurriedly activated countless talismans, forming a golden light shield across in front of him.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly, an awe-inspiring sword light erupted with a thunderous roar, sweeping forward to drown his figure completely.

The earth trembled, and dust filled the air.

Majestic palace buildings toppled like fragile paper in the face of this earth-shattering force.

Countless palace maids, Imperial Guards, were mercilessly buried under the rubble in this sudden catastrophe.

More frightening still, the aftermath of this majestic Sword Qi, like a runaway dragon, spread from the Imperial Palace to every corner of the Capital City at a visibly insane speed, turning everything it passed into nothingness.

When the dust settled, only devastation remained, the former splendor and riches now reduced to mere ruins.

Outside the Imperial Palace, Shen Qing was shocked at this scene, unable to conceal his fear.

He scanned with his Divine Thought and found the core zone of the explosion had become a living hell, with countless ordinary palace maids, eunuchs, guards, and Forbidden Army turning to ash in this calamity.

It was evident that Ji Zikong was cold-hearted, utterly indifferent to the lives and deaths of those within the Imperial Palace.

Otherwise, with his ability, he could completely control this Sword Intent.

Inevitably, there would be casualties in the Capital City and the Imperial Palace, but it would certainly not have reached such an extent.

He acted completely on impulse, with a reckless abandon.

Shen Qing suddenly thought of Huang Furo still in the city.

Now that the Huang Tian Sect had played their last cards, facing Ji Zikong's aggressive advance, victory was no longer possible.

The situation was becoming clear.

He now had the power to protect himself in the Capital City.

Perhaps, he could enter and protect her to some extent.

After the explosive sword light in the sky faded, it revealed the Daoist's desolate figure.

Now, his entire body had no intact part, with many areas already deeply reaching the bone, blood continuously flowing.

Seeing Ji Zikong so strong, the Daoist squinted his eyes.

He stomped heavily, causing the Flying Boat beneath him to shake continuously, reaching the peak of eruption within moments, glowing with dazzling yellow light as it flew outside the city.

"Retreat!"

The forceful male voice resounded like thunder far away.

Those surviving Disciple of the Huang Tian Sect in the city, hearing the command to retreat, hesitated no longer, decisively withdrawing from the city.

At the moment when the Huang Tian Sect finally decided to retreat, the yellow glow that had enveloped the sky quietly dissipated, restoring its original colors.

At this time, the area around the Shi family mansions in the Capital City suddenly became lively, with explosions and sounds of slaughter ringing ceaselessly.

Many young members of the Shi family dispatched from their clans began to fight these disciples of the Huang Tian Sect.

They did anything to hinder their retreat.

The families in the Capital City had now perceived the direction the situation was heading, each like a bloodthirsty leopard, no longer waiting and hesitating, throwing themselves into this battle, continuously slaughtering the crumbling Huang Tian Sect believers.

After all, their foundations were far less robust than the Ji Family's, and facing the existence of the Daoist was like hitting a rock with an egg for them.

However, they felt no pressure in killing these unprotected, fleeing sect members.

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