Wait a minute, where is my master?

Qingyun then saw the Taoist release a second burst of golden thunderbolts, which, just like before, instantly annihilated the pitch-black eyes.

"Hiss~~~"

The current Dean of Qingmu Academy couldn't help but inhale a breath of cold air.

Ye Wuyang, one of the Four Elders of the Demon Sect, a rising genius in the Demon Sect who emerged in the last thousand years.

Though his rank was the lowest among the Four Elders, his cultivation and combat power were said to be second only to one, his prowess with the Thousand-eyed Demon Eyes unknown to have assassinated many from the Righteous Path. In his early years, he had attempted to invade the White Emperor Pavilion with a thousand Demon Eyes, aiming to snatch the treasured White Emperor Pearl of the pavilion. Although he failed, he managed to escape unscathed and even inflicted heavy losses on the White Emperor Pavilion.

Back then, the Elder Pavilion Master took the lead in an attempt to encircle him, but since his true body rarely revealed itself, always controlling the Demon Eyes, they ultimately failed to capture this demon.

"If I were to face this little Taoist..."

Qingyun couldn't help but compare himself, yet upon deeper reflection, he couldn't help feeling a sense of despair.

His own cultivation and combat power were merely on par with Ye Wuyang.

Meanwhile, the usually reticent Old Dean had already recognized Jin Xu. The little Taoist wore a mask, but his companion Yaoer did not. Although he didn't know why this man had become the uncle of the Seventh Princess of Great Xia, he knew this was someone his Qingmu Academy could not afford to offend.

The Old Dean, recalling the familiar Golden Thunderbolt he saw on the Formation broadcast at the Gentleman Building, once again reminisced about the encounter that day.

Hiss!!!

The Old Dean felt his hard-won stable Dao heart loosening again.

Thus, he decisively stood up and walked back into his Gentleman Building.

Qingyun, seeing his own teacher suddenly rise and return to the bamboo building, thought that he might be feeling unwell due to a recurrence of his injury.

Therefore, dutifully, he dug up the entire small broadcasting Formation and carried it into the bamboo building.

...

Outside Shangjing City, at the archaeological site of Prince Chun.

Ye Wuyang, one of the Four Elders of the Demon Sect, had an angry expression on his gaunt face.

He was a millennial genius of the Demon Sect, with not only a high talent in cultivation but also top-notch intelligence and pride. Even having experienced the terror of the little Taoist's Golden Thunderbolt, he still did not despair.

At this moment, Ye Wuyang was full of rage.

"You have profound cultivation, I accept, and you are powerful, I also accept, but you can't silence me!"

"You don't care about the lives of the hundred thousand people of Shangjing, do you?"

The most basic precondition of the Four Elders' plan was to let him speak.

Right now, if he appeared, he would be instantly slain by the Golden Thunderbolt, completely unable to proceed with the next steps of his plan. Ye Wuyang had never thought that his meticulously prepared plan would get stuck at such a bizarre point!

"Heh~ who was it that said 'they can only comply obediently with this plan'."

Yan Meishan stood on the ruined walls, looking at her companion's angry face, teasing him with a coy voice.

"...If not for the fact that I would be slain instantly."

"They can only comply obediently with this plan~"

"...If only he would give me a moment's time!"

"They can only comply obediently with this plan~~"

"Would you dare not to say that phrase!"

"Fishing requires a degree of relaxation~~~"

"..."

Ye Wuyang, out of anger, ripped open his own robe.

His chest was densely covered with black eyes that, from afar, made it look as if a pineapple was tattooed over his chest.

He stimulated the spiritual power within his body, channeling it into these black eyes, while bitterly saying, "Today, a thousand black eyes will appear simultaneously! I don't believe I can't finish stating the entire plan before you kill them all!"

Yan Meishan, seeing him like this, knew her companion was genuinely furious and refrained from mocking any further.

Ever since the little Taoist had intervened, she had deep doubts about the success of their mission in Shangjing City.

Therefore, while her companion was making his move, she had already secretly started thinking about her own escape route.

...

In front of the Golden Throne Hall of the Great Xia Imperial City.

The tribute ceremony was nearing its end.

Yaoer and Little White had already delivered the vat of Spiritual Liquid to Empress Xia Yunzhao.

The next segment involved the proclamation.

Empress Xia needed to proclaim to the world in this segment that she was now the ruler of Great Xia. This would also involve changing the era name, possibly reducing taxes, and pardoning some prisoners with minor offenses, among other activities.

In simple terms, it meant telling her subordinates, "You have a new boss now," and then offering some incentives to ensure their loyalty and support.

Jin Xu was not interested in this part of the ceremony, just like the two women beside him, he was only hoping that they could proceed to the final part of the coronation, the feast, which is commonly known as starting the banquet.

A period as long as the burning of an incense stick had passed.

After Xia Yunzhao announced the decree, under the transmission of Tingfeng Building's formation, the two provinces under the direct control of the Great Xia Dynasty knew that they had welcomed a new Emperor.

Next, it was the moment the three little Taoists had been eagerly anticipating, the banquet.

However, just at this moment, an abnormal phenomenon arose again!

In the void, numerous pitch-black pupils, emitting billowing demonic flames, appeared again.

This time, the black pupils that appeared were much smaller in size than before, but their number had increased significantly, densely and evenly distributed across the sky of Shangjing City.

With such a scene emerging, the civil and military officials and the guests only briefly glanced at the sky before they all turned their attention to "Xia Yunzhao's uncle."

These people had gained experience.

The leading cultivator from Tingfeng Building, seeing the black eyes appear, was too lazy to order the lifting of the recording formation.

But seeing the numerous black eyes this time, he hesitated for a moment then still had the camera pointed at the sky.

After all, with so many, even if Emperor Zhao's uncle used that terrifying golden thunder, he would have to keep firing for a while.

It was better to record this scene.

On the ground, Jin Xu furrowed his brows, thinking they could finally start the feast.

These sky-full of black eyeballs, were they not turning people off their appetites?

The little Taoist felt slightly claustrophobic.

He frowned, stood up, resisting the disgust in his heart, raised his right hand, preparing to unleash "Hand Palm Thunder," meanwhile deciding that if after this, the opponent was not cleansed completely, he wouldn't mind skipping the banquet today to finish it off.

Jin Xu had yet to encounter anything that survived his three consecutive "Hand Palm Thunders."

"Wait, I have something to say!"

Ye Wuyang, this time without his previous arrogance, tried to stabilize the little Taoist on the ground first.

"Boom!"

A strike of golden thunder passed, and only nine hundred and ninety-nine of the black pupils remained in the sky.

Jin Xu did not stop the movement of his hand.

You have something to say, you can say it—it has nothing to do with me launching Hand Palm Thunder.

Does me hitting you interfere with your speaking?

"This young Taoist, could you listen to a few words from Ye somewhere!"

The Four Elders of the Demon Sect began to soften.

"Boom!"

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight..."

Jin Xu silently counted.

"Shit, can you stop for a moment!"

"Boom!"

"Nine hundred and ninety-seven..."

"You..."

"Boom!"

"Nine hundred and ninety-six..."

This scene amazed the onlookers and the cultivators of the Nine Provinces watching the broadcast; Ye Wuyang was a well-known Great Cultivator of the Demon Sect, allegedly possessing the cultivation of the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

Yet now, he was completely subdued by a masked little Taoist without any temper.

While everyone was curious about the identity of this little Taoist, the broadcast cultivator from Tingfeng Building kindly gave a close-up of Jin Xu's identity plaque in front of his desk.

Now, the major powers of the Nine Provinces Realm all knew that the new Emperor of Great Xia, Xia Yunzhao, had an uncle who was a master of Thunder Skill, able to beat the Four Elders of the Demon Sect helpless to fight back.

In the void, Ye Wuyang was not just a target. He tried to dodge, but the opponent's golden thunder seemed to be capable of restraining him, preventing any movement in the targeted black pupil each time before firing.

By the time Jin Xu had reduced the number of black pupils to nine hundred and ninety-two, the Elder attempted to attack proactively.

He did not expect to defeat the young Taoist before him; he only wanted a chance to speak.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get it.

The magic emitted by Ye Wuyang's black pupils were all blocked by the young Taoist. Eventually, the latter enveloped the entire Shangjing City with a Golden Spiritual Power Shield.

How the hell was he supposed to fight now!