Despair

Is there a way to kill an emperor without incurring negative karma? Of course there is, and it's very simple, as long as you don't do it yourself.

If Daojun had known beforehand that the swordsman who killed the Yang Soul Incarnation was the emperor of the Great Han Dynasty, he would have thought that a single Yang Soul Incarnation was no big deal and would have simply returned to his secret realm to cultivate in seclusion for a while.

The problem is that he has no idea of the new emperor's true identity.

In the past, emperors cultivated their power through benevolence and harmony, befriending people from all directions and gaining their willingness to submit and assist them. If they were to become enemies, it would create entanglements and grudges.

After the Great Qin Dynasty, the way emperors cultivated their magical arts changed. These emperors became like hedgehogs, and rashly killing them would bring disaster upon themselves.

Only a little over a hundred years have passed, and many people still don't believe in superstitions. The Western Chu Overlord mentioned by the Holy Mother of Wudang is one of them. Now, the grass on the other party's five graves has withered and flourished for a hundred years.

Now it's Daojun's turn.

Feeling his body crumbling and suffering backlash, and seeing his own wretched state and the impending death, Daojun's eyes showed bewilderment for the first time.

The world is indeed constantly evolving, and these cultivators who were once at the forefront have begun to fall behind.

Daojun prided himself on being the king of Incantation Technique, believing no one's Incantation Technique were stronger than his. He never imagined that he would be harmed by Incantation Technique.

One of the Incantation Technique was a flame. This flame, as the soul returned to the body, penetrated into his body and slowly burned within him, proving difficult to extinguish.

A Incantation Technique arose from some kind of defeat; his body seemed to have weakened and become brittle, shattering suddenly upon encountering a breach in his defenses, unable even to withstand the stones thrown by Zhang Xuezhou.

The final Incantation Technique is the backlash of the spell mentioned by the Holy Mother of Wudang; this mysterious Incantation Technique will bring bad luck.

With three Incantation Technique cast upon him, even a Great Immortal could not withstand them.

Regret and resentment surfaced in Daojun's eyes.

He was the strongest in Incantation Technique; he shouldn't have ended up being defeated and killed by Incantation Technique.

Hearing Zhang Xuezhou's threats against the Holy Mother of Wudang, Daojun knew very well that things couldn't end peacefully today, even if the Holy Mother of Wudang pleaded for him out of consideration for their past relationship.

"Come on, killing me will make you famous throughout the land!"

Daojun shouted defiantly at Zhang Xuezhou, who was holding a stone in the distance, but the subsequent vomiting of blood and blood completely ruined his image.

"I'm not necessarily trying to persuade you to stop, but killing a Dao Lord will cause unpredictable trouble in the future!"

Positioned between the two, the Holy Mother of Wudang pointed lightly at the thrown stone, and the hard stone instantly turned into a pile of stone chips that fell down.

She frowned, ceasing her efforts to mediate and instead offering reminders and warnings in her words.

"What's the trouble?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"The Dao Lord originated from Kunlun. Although they may not seem to have much connection now, their relationship still exists. Even if we don't care about the monk, we should still respect the Buddha. It's quite normal for the Kunlun gods to trip you up in the future," said the Holy Mother Wudang. "Especially since you are currently an external force under the Emperor's control over the Three Realms, they will inevitably harbor ill intentions towards you!"

"Tch, I don't care about any emperor!"

Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand, indicating that such entanglement was useless. After all, there was no need for the Kunlun Heavenly Court to trip him up; he would cause trouble for Kunlun whenever he had the chance.

"The Kunlun Heavenly Court is too ancient in the Southern Jambudvipa Continent and has lost its deterrent power, so you must still care about the Immortal Court," said the Holy Mother Wudang. "The Dao Lord made great contributions to the establishment of the Immortal Court, and all the immortals of the Immortal Court are willing to give him some face. Killing the Dao Lord by force will also provoke the hostility of the Immortal Court!"

"The Heavenly Court and the Immortal Court were rivals in the past. It seems that Daojun was quite the opportunist back then, managing to benefit from both sides!"

The fact that the three Sacred Land of the Northern Kuru Continent were able to stand independently is indeed largely due to the contributions of great cultivators such as Zhu Jiuyin and Daojun.

This requires not only the individual strength of cultivators, but also the crucial role of balancing power dynamics.

Zhang Xuezhou scoffed, glanced at Daojun from head to toe, and then shook his head.

"I'll just have others come and do it. You can be my witness. His life or death will be none of my business. I can even try to revive him after he dies and build him a grave here!"

Just like cracking the art of imperial destiny, Zhang Xuezhou's way of breaking the deadlock was very simple.

He made no attempt to conceal his plans, leaving the Holy Mother of Wudang speechless for a moment.

She shook her head and stood aside, lost in thought, deciding not to stop the two from their life-or-death struggle.

Watching helplessly as Daojun was repeatedly smashed, the Holy Mother of Wudang felt that she could hardly imagine such a scene, and never thought that someone as proud as Daojun would suffer such humiliation.

Whether you call it being adept at navigating social situations or having a unique personality, Daojun had never submitted to the Heavenly Court's commands or the Immortal Court's summons in the past, and his temperament had always been proud. The Holy Mother of Wudang felt that this was not the way for Daojun to die.

Compared to this kind of death, the Holy Mother of Wudang would rather believe that Daojun died because he failed in his valiant attempt to break through to the next realm, or because he was not strong enough to challenge the three Heavenly Venerables.

Of all the ways to die, there is no Daojun who was killed by being hit by stones one by one.

This way of dying was no different from the way prisoners in Chang'an City were paraded through the streets in prison carts.

"Lu Daojun, could you please accept the Seven Arrows of Nailhead?"

There was no room for maneuver on Zhang Xuezhou's side. The Holy Mother of Wudang walked back and forth outside a circle, asking the Dao Lord who was vomiting blood repeatedly but barely surviving.

"The arrow has been shot and cannot be retrieved!"

Daojun replied in a low voice, then tried to stand up.

After several attempts, his body, which he had managed to prop himself up, collapsed again.

Even if he managed to prop himself up, Zhang Xuezhou would still slam him against the cliff.

Despite clearly practicing Technique Method, the opponent possessed extraordinary strength. The more Daojun moved, the heavier Zhang Xuezhou's blows became, and the larger the stones grew.

Daojun's only advantage at the moment is the purity of his Law Power, and the unchanging cycle of the True Self Realm also allows him to barely preserve his body.

"I can only withstand about ten hits!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou step back a short distance and pick up a rock about half a person's height, Daojun's face showed despair.

"Fellow Daoist Wudang, you be my witness. When the time comes, please pass on the news of my death. Just say I was... What's your name?"

While panting as he relayed the will of the Holy Mother Wudang, Daojun discovered a very serious problem.

Zhang Xuezhou was a cultivator who had been called out by the Seven Arrows of Nailhead. Each time the Mingdu had no effect, which meant that Zhang Xuezhou had other identities. His revenge was likely useless, and the other party could simply change their identity.

Moreover, Zhang Xuezhou could change his appearance, and the other party was also very good at hiding. They tried to catch him several times but failed.

His will was really useless. In his despair, Daojun asked Zhang Xuezhou for the first time, lest he be beaten to death without even knowing the man's name before he died.

This kind of death doesn't really fit Daojun's philosophy. In their era, when people fought back and forth, they would at least let the other party die a quick death.

"I know you still have one Nailhead Seven Arrows Book left, don't even think about using Law Treasure to curse me!"

Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't take any risks. Even if Daojun was too far away to command the Seven Arrows Nailhead Law Treasure of Chang'an City, his nickname "Zhang Erbao" wouldn't sound impressive at all.

Having clearly heard Zhang Xuezhou's perfunctory response, Daojun felt that he was quite unhappy before his death.