This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 237 Five Spiritual Counteractions

This was the first time Xiao Xingchen had voluntarily released the power of the sacrifice. This power was like a surging torrent, ever since the black robe had been injected into his body.

Countless people had warned him not to attempt to detonate this power, but he remained completely bewildered by the true nature of the power of the sacrifice.

But today, with the release of sacrificial power, he seemed to have a sudden realization, as if he had found a glimmer of light in the darkness.

This is a power that transcends the cultivation of ordinary people. Its level is so high that it is unimaginable, like an insurmountable mountain.

The shadows multiplied like a tide, burrowing into his body like hungry wolves.

However, as the power of the sacrifice unfolded, those omnipresent shadows trembled like mice before a cat.

Each touch results in a shadow being sacrificed on the spot, like harvested wheat, becoming part of the sacrificial power.

"No, impossible! The Sacrifice Clan has never appeared in the world, you could never be a member of the Sacrifice Clan!"

The shadow's cries echoed in Xiao Xingchen's mind, filled with terror and despair.

"As expected, everything in the world has its counterpart, so how could there be a force that cannot be destroyed? It turns out that only direct sacrifice can eliminate things like you! Haha, now try being arrogant again!"

Blood was still flowing from Xiao Xingchen's mouth, but he looked incredibly relieved, as if he had released all the resentment that had been building up for so long.

Not only did he avenge the arrow wound he had just suffered, but he also unexpectedly found the power to destroy this strange creature. This meant that the hidden power within the Imperial Palace could no longer pose a threat to him, and Emperor Wu's trump card had been easily destroyed by him.

"You can't kill me! I am a noble person of your Emperor Wu. If you kill me, Emperor Wu will never let you off!"

The shadow's pleas for mercy grew increasingly desperate.

"Naive! Prepare to die!"

Xiao Xingchen was too lazy to waste any more words. The power of the sacrifice could not only sacrifice the shadow, but over time, he even felt that he himself was about to be devoured by this power and become a sacrifice.

Therefore, he dared not delay in the slightest, and his entire body, inside and out, was thoroughly cleansed by the black mist of the ritual, as if dyed with ink.

As the black mist belonging to the priest spread around his body, the shadow formation that was stopping Shan Liang on the other side began to shatter like fragile glass.

Xi Zhu, who witnessed all of this, was utterly astonished. Yes, utterly astonished. It was rare for someone as astonished as Xi Zhu, but the scene before her left her frozen in place, as if struck by lightning. The power of the Sacrifice Clan had actually appeared, and she had even witnessed the power of the Origin Pattern Clan.

In this small courtyard, a spirit race that might only appear once every ten thousand years has suddenly produced three different spirit race powers. This is simply unbelievable and astonishing!

Accompanied by the shadow's miserable howl, Xiao Xingchen seemed to have all his strength drained away, standing still like a statue, unable to move.

Although the black ritual surrounding him had dissipated, runes resembling the power of black ritual began to appear faintly on his body. These runes spread out from his chest like creeping vines, converging into a mysterious black auspicious cloud at his chest.

Huangfu Lingxue and Xizhu rushed to his side anxiously. Upon catching a glimpse of the black auspicious cloud on his chest, Xizhu's heart sank.

"Are you alright?" "I won't die. Just announce to the outside world that the Prince Kao Shan's mansion was attacked and I was seriously injured. These past few days, you've been helping Ruoxue get through the time I was unconscious."

After speaking, Xiao Xingchen lost consciousness like a puppet with its strings cut, collapsing straight to the ground. Dan Liang, quick as a flash, caught him in his arms, his face filled with bewilderment.

"What should I do now?"

"Send him in, and then do as he instructs. I will lift the blockade here immediately. Ever since that shadow was sacrificed, I have sensed a chilling aura awakening in the Imperial Palace. It won't be long before someone comes to investigate. You must figure out how to deal with it."

"Okay, Ruoxue and I will arrange these things. You can help me find out what's wrong with Xiaoxingchen."

Working together, Huangfu Lingxue consulted with Ruoxue and Consort Xian about external matters, while Shan Liang took Xiao Xingchen and Xizhu to the deepest part of the Prince's mansion to focus on treatment.

As the blockade of the Prince's Mansion was lifted, news of Shadow's death was instantly detected.

Emperor Wu, who was feeling uneasy in the imperial palace, was suddenly terrified. Behind him, a hunched old man appeared silently.

"Shadow Seven's aura has disappeared, meaning there are Spirit Race members in your Yong'an City,"

"Lord Shadow Demon, what is the Spirit Race?"

Emperor Wu hurriedly stood up and bowed to the old man behind him. If others saw this scene, they would be surprised that the dignified Emperor Wu would bow. Who was this old man?

But this situation seemed perfectly natural to Emperor Wu; he felt no displeasure whatsoever, and on the contrary, he became even more respectful.

"The Five Primordial Spirits Clan, I didn't expect the Sacrifice Clan to emerge as well. Shadow Seven was just sacrificed by them. We need to find the Sacrifice Clan's whereabouts as soon as possible."

The old man, known as the Shadow Demon, was completely hidden in the shadows. His face was blurred, making it impossible to see what he looked like, but the aura he exuded was incredibly chilling. Even a Martial Emperor couldn't help but tremble before him.

"The Priest Clan is the natural nemesis of our Shadow Clan. Just remember that. Find the Priest Clan and wipe them out, or all your plans will fail."

"Is it that serious? How do I find the priest clan?"

"The power of sacrifice. Those who possess the power of sacrifice are the priests. I believe you can judge for yourself. After all, you have been subservient to our Shadow Clan for hundreds of years. It's impossible that you haven't studied the Spirit Clan, right?"

The Shadow Demon Elder's words carried a threat and a warning, which alerted Emperor Wu, who quickly agreed.

"Understood. I will send someone to find the Sacrifice Clan immediately and avenge the fallen Shadow Lord."

"Alright, I'll wait for your news. We can't show ourselves too often right now. Contact us again after you find the Sacrifice Clan. During this time, the enemy kingdoms in the shadows must lie low to prepare for the upcoming changes in the Heavenly Dao."

After speaking, the Shadow Demon vanished without a trace, appearing and disappearing without a trace, leaving no way to track him down.

Emperor Wu smiled disdainfully, then sat back down at his desk. He didn't choose to pursue the Sacrificial Clan; instead, he seemed pleased by their reappearance.

"So the sacrificial clan really can kill you. Heaven is truly helping me!" Emperor Wu suddenly laughed, a truly hearty laugh.

But his expression immediately darkened. The Consort Xian had seen something she shouldn't have, and she still hadn't been brought back. This was a potential problem, and he had to seriously consider who could bring her back.

"It seems we'll need to mobilize your people this time. You've mortgaged one of my Han Hai, so it's time for you to lend a hand."

He picked up a token from the table, and with a wave of his hand, the token vanished into thin air. Within the ripples it created, a character seemed to appear and disappear.

Meanwhile, at the Prince's residence, Consort Xian finally calmed down. As for Xiao Xingchen's injuries, the Eldest Princess said they weren't serious, which completely put her mind at ease.

"Your Majesty, what exactly happened? Why are people chasing you? Is it related to the Imperial Palace just now?"

The eldest princess couldn't help but ask, "Although Ruoxue had already asked this question, Consort Xian clearly hasn't given me an answer."

"Don't concern yourself with this matter for now. Go and take good care of Xiao Xingchen. I'll wait here for him to wake up, and then I'll leave."

"Don't ask anything, don't say anything, just pretend I don't exist, okay?"

Consort Xian had to speak carefully, knowing that her presence here would bring many questions.

"Ruoxue, if I leave here, I will entrust Huayu Tower to you. The future of Huayu Tower is entirely up to you and Xiaoxingchen to discuss. If necessary, you can disband it directly. I have already been exposed, and I believe Huayu Tower is no longer a safe place for me."

"Yes, OP, but you..."

Ruoxue said worriedly,

"Don't worry, I need to verify some things. I've been in charge of the Great Qian's harem for decades, but I've never seen things so clearly before. No wonder Murong Fenghua hasn't left the Cold Palace for twenty years; she can't stand things she despises. That's good, though; I finally have the courage to take the most important step."

"Your Majesty, do you really not need our help? I still have hidden forces along the Luo River,"

"I appreciate your kindness, but please take good care of yourselves. Do not easily reveal your hidden strength. The real crisis has not yet arrived. When the day comes that the sky falls and the earth collapses, you must build up your strength so that you will have a chance to get through it safely."

The Consort's words weighed heavily on both of them. These words were so similar to what Murong Fenghua had told Xiao Xingchen, as if she were making arrangements for her own affairs.