Thousand-Year Sword, Silent Kill

"Master... they... why did they close the door?"

Snow fell upon Qi Kaihui's head. Never before had he been so wretched atop the Heavenly Palace as he was today. Wenren Xianyi's slap had merely cost him face, but now he was truly panicking.

The colossal hand that blotted out the heavens still had not descended. Sword Qi from every corner of the Heavenly Palace grew ever more concentrated, that killing intent still pierced through the snow, and the swordsman still walked onward through the storm.

Yet, unexpectedly, not a single great power of the entire imperial dynasty made a move. They all seemed to be trying to force open an impregnable door. Meanwhile, Wu Neng and Ahei had closed a door. Qi Kaihui understood what that door meant. Back in the Divine Sect, whenever Master beat him, his fellow disciples would shut the door, lest the fire at the city gate set the fish in the moat ablaze!

"No, Master. We have operated in the Heavenly Palace for so many years. We are the chosen ones of the Heaven-Chosen Divine Sect; we are an indispensable part of the imperial dynasty. They won't abandon us!" For some reason, Qi Kaihui trembled from head to toe.

He truly did not understand why. This was the Heavenly Palace, and his master was the Divine Sect's Fifth Chosen. Why should they fear a mere Li Yaozu?!!

But the atmosphere today was simply too bizarre. He could not understand it. Their Divine Sect held every advantage, yet aside from that one hand, no one else in the Heavenly Palace had come to stop them.

"Demonic obstacle."

Northern Dipper True Person wore a complicated expression as he sensed the Heavenly Palace, terrifyingly calm after Li Yaozu had committed murder in broad daylight. Suddenly, he let out