Chapter 931: A big fight in the palace!
"Lord Si, I don't want to get involved in this dispute, but I have no choice but to come here because someone has entrusted me to do so. I hope Lord Si will forgive me."

The old man with the bamboo stick sighed softly and looked at the Qiantian Palace not far away, wondering what he was thinking.

Si Ruokong glanced at the Old Man with the Bamboo Cane and was secretly alert. According to the information from the Xuan Mirror Division of their Daqian Dynasty, although this old immortal looked kind, his strength was unfathomable. Once he took action, it would definitely be a fierce battle.

Soon after, another middle-aged man in a black robe appeared in the palace. He had a sinister face and a fierce look in his eyes.

The middle-aged man held a long sword that was shining with cold light in his hand. The sword was engraved with strange runes and exuded a heart-pounding aura. He was a master of the celestial realm in the magic world, known as the "Sword Demon".

"Si Ruokong, today is the end of your Daqian Dynasty!"

The Sword Demon glanced at Si Ruokong coldly and said in a hoarse voice.

"Humph! You, a bunch of rabble, dare to attempt to overthrow our Daqian Dynasty? You are dreaming!"

Si Ruokong was filled with rage. He stared at the Sword Demon and shouted angrily.

At the same time, an old man in Taoist robes appeared. He had white hair and beard, a kind face, and a dragon-headed cane in his hand. He was the elder of the Taoist Tianzong - Xuan Lingzi.

"Lord Si, although Tianzong does not care about worldly affairs, Daqian has already lost its way and the whole world is attacking it. Someone came to Tianzong for help, so I have no choice but to take action. I hope Lord Si will forgive me."

The old Taoist walked out slowly, bowed slightly to Si Ruokong, and sighed.

Si Ruokong glanced at Xuanjizi and nodded as a greeting. Since Xuanjizi, an elder of Tianzong, appeared, other masters of Tianzong would probably not be far away.

However, at this moment, another middle-aged scholar in Confucian robes came out, holding a feather fan, and looking very elegant. He was one of the chief priests of the Confucian Academy - Kong Wenmo.

"Lord Si, Confucianism advocates benevolence. Facing such evildoers, we naturally cannot sit idly by. Today, Wen Mo is here to lend a helping hand to Lord Si."

He bowed slightly to Si Ruokong and said with a smile.

Si Ruokong looked at Kong Wenmo and felt a little comforted. He didn't expect that among so many strong men who suddenly appeared, there was actually one of their own who was helping Daqian.

As one of the holy places of academics in Tianwu Continent, the Confucian Academy is home to many masters. Now Kong Wenmo, one of the chief priests, has come in person to help. This is undoubtedly good news for the Daqian Dynasty, which is now surrounded by enemies.

In addition to Tianzong and the Confucian Academy, many masters from various schools of thought such as Mohism, Legalism, and Yin-Yang School also appeared in the Daqian Palace at this moment.

Some are holding mechanical puppets, some are wearing robes, and some are holding yin-yang instruments, each occupying a corner. Today's Daqian Palace is simply a riot of demons!
"Humph! Since they are almost here, let's kill them!"

Si Ruokong led the way and slapped out with one palm, showing the full power of "Qian Kun Dragon Roar Palm".

I saw a giant dragon shadow flying out from his palm, roaring and rushing towards the enemy camp, leaving chaos wherever it passed.

The Blood Abyss Demon Lord, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, was not willing to be outdone. He roared, and his body suddenly grew to several feet high, standing tall like a blood mountain. Then he waved his hands, and two blood waves rolled out, sweeping towards Si Ruokong and the others.

Zizai Tian Po Xun and Dafan Tian also displayed their magical powers. The former moved strangely among the crowd, waving his black robe, causing bloody storms. The latter was surrounded by Buddha light, Buddha and devil merged into one, and slapped out with one palm, which had both the compassionate power of Buddhism and the treacherous power of the devil.

The square in front of the Qiantian Palace instantly turned into a Shura field, with various forces intertwined and fighting each other, and the world was filled with the roar of internal forces and the sounds of dragons and tigers.

The night was torn apart by lights of various colors, sometimes as bright as day, sometimes as dark as ink. The energy storm intertwined by the yin and yang energies and the power of the Azure Dragon was like a whirlpool in a raging sea, drawing everything into it.

The old eunuch's figure was like a ghost, and the yin and yang energies around him condensed into a solid sharp blade. Every time he swung it, it was accompanied by a brief alternation of light and darkness between heaven and earth, as if even time was controlled by his move of "Yin and Yang Dividing Dusk and Dawn".

His eyes were sinister as he quickly locked onto a master from the Legalist school. The man was holding a staff and was about to cast a spell, but the old eunuch flashed and the Yin-Yang blade was right in front of him. The Legalist master didn't even have time to react before he was cut in two, blood spilled, and the fire of life was instantly extinguished.

Si Ruokong also transformed into a mad dragon, rushing left and right on the field. His "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" was incredibly powerful, and every time he struck out, it seemed as if a dragon's roar shook the sky. The shadow of a giant dragon soared into the sky, carrying the royal majesty and the power of heaven and earth, and was invincible.

He quickly aimed at a wandering demon cultivator. The cultivator was agile and held a strange magic sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was emitting dark green flames. He was about to launch a sneak attack on a Confucian scholar.

Si Ruokong snorted coldly, and with a flash of his body, he appeared behind the wandering cultivator. He slapped out with one palm, and the giant dragon phantom directly swallowed up the wandering cultivator. The magic sword broke, the flames went out, and the wandering cultivator's body flew far away like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground, no longer alive.

The Blood Abyss Demon Lord, the great protector of the Blood Sea Demon Cult, was also displaying his divine power nearby. He was like a walking mountain of blood, and the bloody aura emanating from his body was frightening.

With a wave of his hands, waves of blood rolled and swept towards Daqian. Wherever they passed, whether they were palace maids, eunuchs or guards, they were all swallowed up by the blood waves and turned into blood mist.

At the same time, Wang Xianzhi also moved. He raised his hand lightly and waved his sleeves. Eighteen green dragons seemed to have received an order. They roared in unison, turned into streams of light, and rushed towards Si Ruokong.

The eighteen green dragons collided fiercely with the Mad Dragon's phantom, causing a deafening roar, and the Mad Dragon's phantom was torn apart alive.

Wang Xianzhi's figure seemed particularly transcendent surrounded by the Azure Dragon. After blocking Si Ruokong's fatal blow for a rogue cultivator of the Demonic Path on his side, he quickly turned his target and locked onto an old eunuch, a master of the Daqian faction, who was about to launch a sneak attack on a Mohist mechanical engineer.

Wang Xianzhi's mind moved, and a green dragon instantly flew out and wrapped around the man. The power of the green dragon exploded, and the man's body was instantly torn into pieces, without him even being able to scream.

At the same time, Kong Wenmo, the chief priest of the Confucian Academy, holding a feather fan and looking elegant, showed amazing strength at the critical moment.

The white jade feather fan in his hand was waved, and it turned into Confucian wind. Seeing this, an expert of the magic way sneered and swung his sword to chop, but Kong Wenmo turned the feather fan lightly, and the Confucian wind turned into ropes, which bound the expert of the magic way tightly. Then he waved it lightly, and the expert of the magic way was thrown out as if by an invisible force. He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood, and could never get up again.

In this melee, every moment is a life-and-death struggle, and every attack is an all-out effort.

The old eunuch from Daqian's side, relying on his profound yin and yang power, severely damaged several enemy celestial beings in succession. His figure on the battlefield was as erratic as a ghost, making it difficult to grasp.

Si Ruokong single-handedly resisted the siege of many masters of the evil sect. His "Qiankun Dragon Roar Palm" became more and more powerful, and every time he struck out, it would terrify the enemy masters.

On the other side, Demon Lord Xueyuan and Wang Xianzhi became the focus of the battlefield.

The Blood Abyss Demon Lord's body suddenly grew in size, and blood waves surged to the sky. He was accompanied by Wang Xianzhi's eighteen green dragons. The power of the green dragons and the blood waves cooperated with each other, erupting with an earth-shaking roar.

(End of this chapter)