As the female doctor set off from Uliyasutai, an unprecedented assassination was suddenly unfolding atop the peaks of Kunlun.
The first rays of sunlight had just touched the summit, and the glacier at the peak reflected a dazzling light.
With a thunderous roar, the snow atop the mountain, shaken by a tremendous force, roared and cascaded down the icy cliffs like a wave. All the members of the Grand Light Palace trembled in fear, looking up at the sudden battle taking place at the very summit.
“What’s happening?” The lower-ranking members whispered among themselves, unable to understand why such a conflict would erupt so early in the morning in the Heavenly Paradise.
“It’s… it’s Young Master Tong!” A disciple from the Asura battlefield recognized the figure in the distance and cried out in shock, “It’s Young Master Tong!”
“Young Master Tong is fighting the Holy Leader?” Low gasps spread through the crowd, but their emotions were varied.
The murmurs spread like a ripple, carrying shock, fear, and even a hint of admiration and wild excitement—under the Holy Leader’s thirty years of rule over the Grand Light Palace, never before had any rebel been as powerful as Tong! Could this time be the one to overthrow the throne?
Everyone looked up, their eyes transfixed on the figures clashing atop the glacier, their minds awestruck.
“What are you staring at?” A sharp voice suddenly cut through the air, causing everyone to turn around. A figure in long azure robes appeared, wearing a bronze mask over their face—it was Miao Kong, one of the Five Mingzi.
Miao Kong, typically silent and aloof, seemed entirely uninterested in the chaotic events unfolding. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the crowd, “Everyone who isn’t involved, return to your rooms immediately! Don’t take a single step out, unless you wish to lose your head!”
“Yes!” The onlookers, clearly anxious, bowed their heads and retreated.
In the now-empty Shierque Hall, only Miao Kong remained.
“Heh… Holy Maiden of the Moon,” he turned his head, seeing a woman closing a window in a distant pavilion, “aren’t you going to follow the Benevolent Father?”
The woman in the tower raised her lips in a faint, indifferent smile, “I don’t even want to look.”
She slammed the window shut, and Miao Kong stared at it with mild curiosity, confirming that the princess of the Khitan, the Holy Maiden of the Moon, wouldn’t be stepping out again. He then shifted his gaze—on the adjacent pavilion, another pair of eager eyes was fixed on the dramatic battle unfolding on the summit of Kunlun. The observer seemed ready to leap into action but ultimately restrained themselves.
That was the Holy Maiden of the Stars, Saro—the younger sister of the Holy Maiden of the Sun, Uma. Both were daughters of the former king of the Uyghur Kingdom, sent to Kunlun after their uncle usurped the throne. The two sisters, understandably, harbored deep resentment after their sudden fall from grace. However, Uma, the elder sister, was the bolder of the two. Saro, on the other hand, even after witnessing her sister’s rebellion and subsequent execution, hadn’t dared to act in defiance.
Miao Kong touched the bronze mask on his face and sighed softly. It seemed there were many within the sect who, like him, chose to remain detached observers, quietly watching events unfold. But were they truly uninvolved? Or were they secretly plotting behind the scenes?
After all, no one in the Grand Light Palace was simple.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Miao Kong slowly crossed the white jade bridge leading to the Heavenly Paradise, his mind racing as he calculated his next move. His expression, hidden behind the bronze mask, constantly shifted. Yet, as he approached the glacier near the mountain summit, he suddenly froze, stepping back in alarm.
Killing intent! The Heavenly Paradise was thick with a suffocating, overwhelming aura of murderous intent!
Two figures darted like wind through the white snow, and the sound of clashing blades echoed faintly in the air. From a distance, it seemed as though neither side had the upper hand. The Holy Leader kept his head down, avoiding direct eye contact with his opponent, watching only the movements of Tong’s body from the shoulders down to predict his strikes.
Both moved with incredible speed.
The Heavenly Paradise was in complete disarray, with more than a dozen bodies strewn across the ground—some were the Holy Leader’s guards, others elite assassins from the Asura battlefield. It was clear the battle had been raging for some time. As Tong once again crossed over the glacier, he suddenly lifted his head, and a deadly sharp gleam flashed in his eyes!
Eye Technique! Everyone watching from a distance was stunned. The top assassin of the Grand Light Palace had finally unleashed his ultimate skill!
But why had he waited until now to use it?
“Thousand Fold!” The moment his eyes opened wide, a piercing purple light shot forth.
Suddenly, countless identical eyes appeared all over the glacier!
The ice walls reflected and refracted the light, creating hundreds of mirrored images, each pair of eyes emitting a sharp, deadly gaze. This ultimate eye technique, magnified a hundredfold by the ice’s reflection, formed an inescapable web!
The Holy Leader let out a cry of pain, stumbling backward. Blood spurted from his mouth as he collapsed into the jade throne.
Though his limbs twitched, he was unable to lift his hands. At the moment when Tong’s Eye Technique was unleashed, the Holy Leader had been struck head-on, losing control over his body. His hands refused to move, his legs were paralyzed, and as the black-clad assassin drew closer with his sword, the Holy Leader suddenly whistled, summoning his most loyal guards.
From deep within the Heavenly Paradise, the fierce barking of mastiffs erupted. A pack of massive dogs surged forward, lunging straight for Tong’s throat!
“How pitiful… Miao Feng hasn’t returned yet, Ming Li is being delayed by Miao Huo, and now, this is all you can summon—just these beasts.” Tong turned with a sneer, and before the dogs could reach him, he sprang off the glacier, becoming a flash of lightning.
“Well then?” In the blink of an eye, he landed again on the ice, slowly raising his sword.
Blood streamed down the blade, completely obscuring its gleam. All around him, over a dozen gray mastiff corpses lay scattered, each cleaved in half from head to tail, some still twitching.
The Heavenly Paradise, once hailed as a utopia, was now soaked in the stench of blood. The Holy Leader, still on the jade throne, now had blood staining his shoulder and right side. He was panting heavily, looking around at the carnage.
“To be honest, I’ve wanted to slaughter these beasts for a long time—you always did enjoy throwing people to the dogs.” Tong’s narrow eyes gleamed with malice as he smirked. “So I made sure to leave one behind—for your corpse.”
He chuckled coldly, flicking his sword. The Bloodletting Sword vibrated from hilt to tip, and the blood splattered off in a fine arc. The sword’s gleaming edge once again caught the light, shining brightly on the ice.
The man on the jade throne struggled several times to stand but seemed to be bound by invisible strings, ultimately collapsing back into the seat.
“You can’t move, can you?” Tong’s sneer deepened as he watched the trembling figure on the throne. “Aside from the eye technique, there’s also poison, isn’t there? How strange… you’ve always been known as immune to all poisons. How did you fall victim this time?”
Tong chuckled darkly. “It’s the Dragon’s Blood Pearl.”
The mention of the Dragon’s Blood Pearl caused the man on the throne to jolt, raising his hand to point at Tong, a garbled moan escaping his throat.
“Wondering where I got it?” Tong sneered, raising his sword to wipe away the remaining blood droplets. “Fool.”
Despite his harsh words, Tong didn’t dare relax his mental grip on the old man on the jade throne. Even though the Holy Leader was weakened, potentially insane, and poisoned by the Dragon’s Blood, he was still the Holy Leader! A single moment of carelessness could lead to Tong’s immediate demise.
His sword remained steady, his eyes gleaming with alternating shades of dark red, deep purple, and eerie green—an unnatural, ghostly glow.
“Did you think I’d spend my life kneeling at your feet like a dog?” Tong stared at the venerable elder with undisguised hatred, his voice low and venomous, “Dream on.”
Suddenly, Tong raised his hand, gesturing as if to bring his palm down upon his own head.
As if controlled by invisible strings, the Holy Leader’s hand slowly rose, inch by inch, towards his own crown.
“You… you…” The elder’s eyes were fixed on Tong, his lips moving, but no sound came out. Despite the immense force controlling him, he seemed to possess an extraordinary willpower, his hand stopping halfway, trembling in midair, as he fought against the unseen force.
“You stubborn old man…” Tong cursed under his breath, focusing all his mental energy through his eyes as he took another step forward, intensifying his control.
But at that moment, Tong noticed a strange, almost playful expression flash across the Holy Leader’s face—an expression of smugness, mischief, and madness, completely out of place for a man of sixty years!
That familiar look… could it be—
“Ming Li?” Tong suddenly realized, blurting out, “It’s you!”
This wasn’t the Holy Leader! The one who had come to the Heavenly Paradise with the dogs was Ming Li, disguised as the Holy Leader!
The “Holy Leader” gave a twisted smile, spitting out a spray of blood. In the instant he bit off the tip of his tongue, his body convulsed violently, breaking free from Tong’s mental control. With his hands gripping six hidden weapons, Ming Li leaped from the jade throne, charging at Tong with a surge of frenzied killing intent.
“I’ve broken your eye technique, Tong!” Ming Li’s crazed face was filled with triumphant delight. For the first time in over a decade of fighting, he had managed to break free from Tong’s spell. He laughed maniacally, “I’ve finally broken your eye technique! You’ve lost!”
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