Chen Ping's Sword

But everyone also understood.

An extremely ominous event had occurred.

"Crack..."

The Jade Flute broke into two.

Even with Chen Ping attached to Ji Changfeng, he felt a heavy rumbling in the depths of his thoughts.

Suddenly, the stars in the sky all lit up.

Daylight stars appeared, spinning and moving...

The ground shook endlessly.

The heavens issued a murderous intent, star shifting; the earth issued a murderous intent, dragon and snake rising; humans issued a murderous intent, heaven and earth overturned.

Although nobody knew what significance the breaking of the Jade Flute had.

But clearly, this move had struck Ji Tang’s lungs.

"You, how dare you..."

"Why not dare, your Ji Family calculates back and forth, destroys my path, then I shall show no mercy. The Fubo Island lineage, since it can gather Great Li’s eight hundred years of Celestial Fate, can naturally destroy it as well."

The woman’s face rarely showed a hint of mischief and sarcasm.

Completely losing the dignified authority that was once mother of the nation.

She continued, "Ji Tang, you might have misunderstood, the founding ancestor and the last emperor can gather completely different fortunes.

Even if you succeed today, with the Dragon Vein severed, Celestial Fate will counterattack. How much Qi Number can you gather, and where do you have the power to cultivate a True Dragon Dharma Body?

Hundreds of years of scheming can only boast a little in Yujing City, now the Qi Fortune is cut off, the Northern Central Plains and Jiangnan Land are no longer your Ji Family’s territory, can you leave?"

"Such vicious tactics, such a cruel wench, if I refine your Dharma Body, it is the same."

Ji Tang was already enraged beyond measure.

He looked up and spat out a mouthful of core blood.

Simultaneously, the verdant True Dragon’s True Form shadow suddenly increased in power, about to forcibly crush the green glow surrounding the woman, while from its dragon claw, pure white searing flames emerged, ready to refine both her and the baby.

"If your elder brother Ji Hai were here, I would have no way. Yet, he is healing from the backlash in the Imperial Extreme Hall now, and you, Ji Tang, think you can do anything to me?"

The woman laughed softly.

Her cherry lips lightly spat, emitting a beam of golden light, the two halves of the Jade Flute spun and intertwined, finally forming an oval golden scale...

This scale appeared extremely resilient, with countless strange patterns rising from it, blocking the dragon claw, while also transforming into a soft eggshell-like object, firmly protecting the woman inside.

"Well, well, you cruel wench, even with your Vitality severely depleted, you still have such means; do you think my skills end here?"

Ji Tang’s eyes flashed with malice.

"You can block attacks and damage, but the baby in your arms cannot."

"Sword, come..."

Ji Tang extended his hand to summon, the dragon claw moved along with it.

In the distant palace where a bound giant Cyan Bird was held immobile, it suddenly opened its eyes and emitted a clear tweet.

The tweet contained pain and sorrow.

Above the sound of the huge bird, a jade white sword light, like a flash of lightning, shot into the sky, transforming into a giant sword spanning hundreds of feet, crashing down fiercely.

Meanwhile, from the white jade pavement atop the palace floor, eight giant chains suddenly thrust out, like a furious dragon ascending, to wrap around the hovering woman.

"My Ji Family’s Longevity Sword Order and Dragon-Locking Platform were left for today’s event. Demon Empress, accept your fate."

Ji Tang’s sinister voice rang out.

The woman did not resist, merely stared blankly at the falling white jade sword light, effortlessly slicing through the blue glow on her body.

Then, she had no strength left to deal with the chains rising from the ground...

As the chains wrapped around her, her expression returned to calm.

She knew, since that one had arranged this plan hundreds of years ago.

No matter what, she could not escape.

However, the Fubo Island lineage was not without means to respond.

Held by the chains, with the Jade Scale protecting her, she would not lose her flesh immediately, her current cultivation would allow her to minimize energy consumption, Qi Eating Cultivation to sustain her for decades without perishing.

But, her child, just born, could not endure this torment.

Unlikely to survive even half a day without being fed.

"So it shall be."

Pain flashed in the woman’s eyes, she glanced at the distant palace where another jade sword light emerged.

She suddenly let out a long howl towards the sky, her blue light flaring, tightly hugged the baby, transforming into a stream of light she sent away.

"Sister Cyan, assist me."

The bound cyan bird, suddenly shed tears, also let out a loud tweet, from which heavy green flames arose, transforming into a Jade Scale bird, the giant wings covering the heavens and earth, with a single flap, soaring into the sky.

The phantom giant bird soared into the air, grasping the swaddled child, let out another sharp tweet. Chen Ping seemed to understand the meaning behind the bird’s cry: "Sister, take care. I will return."

"It was her."

From the depth of Chen Ping’s heart, an inexplicable sense of sorrow arose.

He saw, the bird’s true form being suppressed, a white jade dagger had been swallowed by the bird amidst its cries.

The air resounded with the lingering sounds of a zither.

The jade sword light had vanished without a trace.

And from the sky, the woman was faintly heard sighing.

When looked again, those eight dark chains had bound her, dragged underground, her whereabouts unknown.

In the moment Ji Tang was jumping wrathfully, Chen Ping’s attached thoughts slowly faded.

The images before him gradually blurred.

Lastly, he saw a gentle man wearing a Dragon Robe, a sword thrust through his back, his eyes wide open, fallen atop the Dragon Throne, already no longer breathing.