Saving Demon King Jiao wasn't a sudden idea.

There was a huge scheme behind it.

They were supposed to make their move in destroying the Yuhua God Dynasty by taking advantage of the fact that Emperor De was critically ill.

This was their plan in a nutshell.

The participants were those from the Daoist sects, demon sects, and a few thousand-year-old aristocratic families.

They were so confident with their plans that most of them had already gone to the imperial capital.

Today, everyone had their attention on Demon King Jiao. The world watched as the Seven Great Sages displayed their might. With the distraction ongoing, no one noticed that many strangers had suddenly arrived at the imperial capital.

According to the agreement, after the six sages helped Demon King Jiao escape, they would immediately head over to the imperial capital to meet up with the others and then overthrow the Yuhua God Dynasty together.

But after their experience today, the Seven Great Sages suddenly didn't want to proceed with the plan anymore.

They stood at the edge of the Wei River and looked at the imperial capital, waiting for something to happen.

…

Imperial Capital, Cold Palace.

The 36 demonic swords flew out and came before Lin Jiufeng. He stretched out his hand and stroked them one by one.

The demonic swords hummed and trembled.

They were over the moon to be stroked by Lin Jiufeng.

"Are you going to stow them away?" The white cat asked curiously.

"Not yet. They will be useful later on." Lin Jiufeng's tone was laced with a hint of killing intent.

"They will be useful later on?" The white cat looked at him, quizzically.

Lin Jiufeng didn't explain.

He looked outside the Cold Palace—at the Forbidden City.

Clang!

Just as the powerhouses in the imperial capital were paying attention to Demon King Jiao's situation, a wave of sword energy streaked across the sky above the Forbidden City. The cry of a frost crow sounded, and a longsword that flickered with black light was about to strike down to kill both Emperor De of the Yuhua God Dynasty and Princess Yulin.

The sword energy was akin to the setting sun. It opened a curtain of light in the sky.

As for the swordsman beside Princess Yulin, he unsheathed his sword and instantly flew toward the sky. He executed the Millennium Sword God's sword technique.

Boom!

After blocking the strike, the demonic cultivator's body trembled.

He couldn't stand steadily in the air anymore.

But the descendant of the Millennium Sword God of the old era didn't feel good either.

His blood and True Qi surged violently, and his face turned slightly red.

He mumbled in shock. "You… You're Ying Xiangtian!"

"To think that someone still remembers me even after a few thousand years." Ying Xiangtian laughed. With a longsword in hand, his entire body was filled with evil energy as he stood on the top of a palace in the Forbidden City.

"Demon Swordsman Ying Xiangtian. I may forget others, but I will never forget you! You are a defeated opponent of my father—the second best swordsman in the world!" The son of the Millennium Sword God from the old era coldly stated.

Demon Swordsman Ying Xiangtian was an outstanding swordsman of the demonic path.

He appeared in the same era as the Millennium Sword God of the old era.

Both practiced the sword, one righteous and the other evil, so they were naturally compared to each other.

"You are that person's son?" Ying Xiangtian's expression changed. He glared angrily at the swordsman in front of him. Although Ying Xiangtian didn't know his name, his unforgettable hatred for that man instantly surged from his heart.

His eyes instantly turned blood red.

The evil energy around him intensified, making him feel devilish in nature.

He looked extremely terrifying in this form.

The son of the Millennium Sword God of the old era wasn't afraid either.

He directly sneered and said, "Demon Swordsman Ying Xiangtian. You fought my father nine times in your life, but you lost all nine of them! You were beaten until you couldn't fight back at all."

"You've lived beneath my father's shadow your entire life."

"And now, you're behaving atrociously in the Forbidden City?"

Demon Swordsman Ying Xiangtian's expression became extremely dark and cold, his entire body trembled in fury.

The nine defeats he suffered were a shadow—akin to that of an inner demon—that he would never be able to erase in his entire life.

"I lost nine times in a row at the hands of your father. Your father is powerful, I admit that he is stronger than me, but the path of cultivation in life has always been a marathon, never a sprint."

"In the previous era, he won nine times against me, but in this era, where is your father?"

Ying Xiangtian gritted his teeth, the hatred inside of him pervaded even his bones.

"Is he dead?"

"I knew it!"

"He doesn't know how to endure! He has been stubborn all his life. Is the battle for the Land of Extreme Negative Energy something that he can participate in?"

"In the battle for Land of Extreme Negative Energy that has such a high mortality rate, he still went to fight, and eventually died. I am the one who survived through an era, not him."

"Not only have I lived until now, but I am also about to create history which will leave my name in the annals of history as the Demon Swordsman who trampled upon the imperial capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty."

"Yes…"

"History shall be rewritten by overthrowing the Yuhua God Dynasty!"

"Such a dynasty should not exist in this world for us cultivators!"

Demon Swordsman Ying Xiangtian declared coldly.

"You lost to my father nine times!"

After hearing him speak so much, the son of the Millennium Sword God calmly and simply replied with the truth.

The veins on Ying Xiangtian's forehead bulged as he roared.

"I told you and you know it!"

"The path of cultivation is arduous and long…"

"A moment of glory will not define who you are forever."

"But you still lost to my father—nine consecutive times," the son of the Millennium Sword God replied.

"Is that all that you can say?" Ying Xiangtian roared angrily, his face green with anger.

"Since my father can defeat you nine times in a row, I can also defeat you."

"Today, you will die!" The son of the Millennium Sword God raised his sword.

His eyes were sharp as he recalled the Flying Sword Technique that he recently learned from Princess Yulin.

The Flying Sword Technique belonged to his father, but the latter didn't pass it down to him before he died, so he had to learn it from Princess Yulin.

Part of the reason why he supported Princess Yulin was that she imparted the Flying Sword Technique to him.

"What a coincidence! I also want to kill you and erase your father's bloodline from this world."

"No matter how powerful he is, he is still just a splash of water that has long become history."

"Compared to him, I have the potential to become truly eternal!" Ying Xiangtian was already furious. He directly rushed out to kill the swordsman in front of him.

"Be careful," Princess Yulin said to the son of the Millennium Sword God of the old era.

"Princess, many people have come over here this time. I can't deal with them at once, but you don't have to worry about this one here in front of me," the son of the Millennium Sword God of the old era replied.

He turned around and faced Ying Xiangtian.

"There will naturally be people to deal with the other enemies. This is the imperial capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty after all, they won't be allowed to behave atrociously here," Princess Yulin said solemnly.

"Shameless boasting!"

In an instant, a cold shout shook the clear sky.

Immediately afterwards, more than ten terrifying auras attacked from all directions in the imperial capital.

They moved decisively and headed straight for the Forbidden City.

"The Murong Family has come to kill the Human Emperor!"

An arrogant and overbearing voice filled with confidence sounded.

"The North River Sword Sect has come to kill the Human Emperor!" Another voice sounded.

"The Human Emperor is no more, the Yuhua God Dynasty shall cease to exist!"

"The Yuhua God Dynasty should no longer supervise the world in this brand-new era…"

"It must be annihilated!"

…

Voices came from all directions, astounding everyone.

No one expected the arrival of so many rebels.

Just now, everyone was still paying attention to Demon King Jiao's escape.

Why did people come to assassinate both Emperor De and Princess Yulin in the blink of an eye?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Terrifying auras exploded in the air above the Forbidden City. A man who looked like a meat mountain directly rushed in and smashed the gate of the Forbidden City, causing it to tremble violently.

Boom!

The war machine was directly activated.

Without hesitation, it took a step forward, wanting to kill the attacker.

"Leave the war machine to the Zenith Heaven Path Sect!"

The top powerhouses of the Zenith Heaven Path that had just fled from the Northern Mountains Ancient City after being defeated suddenly appeared in the Forbidden City. Their motive was very clear—they wanted to take away the war machine that once belonged to them.

The Boundless Realm powerhouse from Zenith Heaven Path Sect who had his limbs cut off by Lin Jiufeng not long ago had already recovered through the use of a few miracle pills.

The ten plus people of the Zenith Heaven Path Sect attacked altogether in an effort to immediately take the war machine away.