The Underground Palace, The Great Army

When Lin Qi, guided by the Osmanthus Tree and drawing on the divine might of Day and Night's godly bodies, killed Venerable Duowen, Ying Zheng was strolling unhurriedly through a spotless underground passage.

Clad in a blood-red robe, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, the faintly smiling yet not-smiling expression on his face exceedingly strange.

Just now, in order to intimidate the many clergy members of the Heavenly Temple Upper Court, Ying Zheng had directly torn up a great hall within the imperial city and hurled it out of Twin Sun Red Dragon City. Yet unexpectedly, Miaowen possessed such a method—he had scooped the hall into his sleeve with a single sweep, and even seemed inclined to act personally.

Left with no choice, Ying Zheng could only have Zhao Lu lead those fiercely loyal old eunuchs out of the city to meet the enemy. At the very least, the people of the Heavenly Temple could not be allowed to directly interfere in the fighting within the city for now. As for the rebel army within the city, Ying Zheng was not particularly worried—he had devoured Ying Zheng's soul, and from his memories, he had learned of Ying Sheng's methods. They were nothing much.

Moreover, Ling Bijun, the current Grand Marshal of the Blood Qin Empire, was a capable general personally promoted by Ying Zheng. Whether in strength, experience in battle, or prestige within the army, he surpassed Ying Sheng by a wide margin. With Ling Bijun holding the fort, it would not be so easy for Ying Sheng to turn the world upside down.

So long as that pack of baldies from the Heavenly Temple did not meddle, Ling Bijun would surely make Ying Sheng lose disgracefully.

"Hmph, Heavenly Temple!" With his hands clasped behind his back, Ying Zheng slowly walked