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Chapter 1712: Sneak Attack

The Reception Hall halfway up the mountain was in disarray, and the Golden Summit was even more chaotic. Zhu Xie Chixin and the others, ignoring their own injuries, rushed towards the central platform, shouting, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Wang Wuxie, who was nearby, also changed his expression dramatically and ran after them.

Thick smoke filled the air, and heat waves blasted them. Everyone's hair and beards were singed yellow almost instantly. If not for their protective *yuanqi*, they would have likely been scalded to death by the extreme heat.

The surviving Embroidered Uniform Guards and Imperial Bodyguards attempted to rush in and rescue the Emperor, but the heat waves repeatedly forced them back.

Seeing this, Wang Wuxie waved his sleeve, and a powerful surge of *yuanqi* directly dispersed the thick smoke in the center. Those around watched in admiration, thinking that the Imperial Advisor truly lived up to his title with such impressive cultivation.

As the thick smoke gradually dispersed, everyone was astonished to find that the platform previously used for the Heaven Worship Ceremony had vanished. In its place was a deep pit, indicating the immense power of the explosives.

Everyone's heart sank. If even the platform had been blasted to such an extent, the Emperor's fate was likely grim...

Wang Wuxie continued to wave his sleeve, and the thick smoke thinned, gradually revealing what was inside.

At that moment, everyone noticed a yellow ball of light inside, with a figure appearing within it.

"Your Majesty!" Zhu Xie Chixin and Eunuch Wen exclaimed with great joy. The person inside was none other than Zhao Hao.

Inside the ball of light, Zhao Hao slowly opened his eyes and lowered his hands. The protective light around him gradually dissipated.

He stepped out, his face ashen. "What exactly happened here?" he demanded.

His crown had fallen off, leaving his hair disheveled. His imperial dragon robe was also scorched and torn in many places, clearly indicating that the terrifying explosion had not left him entirely unscathed.

In all his years, he had never been in such a disheveled state. His heart was filled with extreme rage; at that moment, all he wanted was to kill.

Zhu Xie Chixin and Eunuch Wen exchanged glances, knowing that countless heads would likely roll because of this incident.

Especially Zu An, who had brought the Feathered Forest Army earlier to eliminate hidden dangers — what a futile effort that had turned out to be.

Could he really have colluded with the demon race, intending to eliminate the Emperor alongside them?

At this moment, Wang Wuxie suddenly dropped to his knees and, trembling with fear, said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It must be due to my lax governance, as a traitor emerged within our sect's high ranks, allowing so much gunpowder to be transported to the Golden Summit."

Seeing the usually proud Imperial Advisor shaking like a sieve, Eunuch Wen and Zhu Xie Chixin could understand. After all, with such a major incident, their Zhengyang Sect certainly couldn't escape responsibility.

However, they did not suspect Wang Wuxie. As the Imperial Advisor, he was already exceedingly honored, and he had stood by the Emperor during his lowest point years ago. The Emperor even considered him a friend. How could such a person possibly betray the Emperor?

Zhao Hao also had no doubts. He quickly went to help Wang Wuxie up. "Wuxie, there's no need for this. This isn't your fault," he said.

For others, he would usually just offer a perfunctory gesture of support to help them up, but for Wang Wuxie, it was truly different. He personally went to help him up, demonstrating his favor.

At this very moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred. A strange glint flashed in Wang Wuxie's eyes, and as the Emperor helped him up, he suddenly slapped both hands onto Zhao Hao's chest.

As the foremost figure of the Daoist sect, his cultivation was extraordinary. The misty purple energy emanating from his hands was a unique technique cultivated over many years.

The speed was so great that at such close range, even Zhao Hao couldn't react in time and was struck solidly by both palms.

However, his reaction was also swift. His entire body erupted with dazzling golden light, and the thick purple energy was instantly swallowed by it. Immediately after, he launched an unpredictable counter-attack, his palm breaking through Wang Wuxie's defenses and striking him.

Wang Wuxie's Daoist robe on his back suddenly burst open, and his chest instantly caved in by several inches. He fell heavily to the ground like a broken sandbag.

Wang Wuxie coughed up a mouthful of blood, filled with dark red fragments of internal organs. It was clear he wouldn't survive.

Zhu Xie Chixin and Eunuch Wen were greatly alarmed. They instinctively lunged to attack Wang Wuxie, but just as he was about to be blasted to pieces, Zhao Hao stopped them, shouting, "Stop!"

An abnormal flush appeared on Zhao Hao's face, clearly indicating that Wang Wuxie's strike had caused him considerable harm.

Yet, his eyes were like lightning as he stared at Wang Wuxie. "Why?" he demanded.

This was something he couldn't comprehend. Regardless of their friendship or the current status of the Zhengyang Sect, Wang Wuxie had no reason to betray him.

Wang Wuxie's eyes were somewhat vacant. Perhaps it was a dying flicker of consciousness, but the black energy in his eyes dissipated, and he regained some clarity. "The Witchcraft Sect!" he gasped.

His tone conveyed both anger and helplessness.

"Soul-Snaring Hex?" Zhao Hao frowned, immediately realizing what had just happened to Wang Wuxie.

However, Zhao Hao's instinctive counter-attack was incredibly powerful. Only because of Wang Wuxie's profound cultivation was he left with a complete body. He was now on his deathbed and essentially unable to hear what Zhao Hao was saying.

At this moment, countless feelings of frustration and regret flashed through Wang Wuxie's mind. He had been proud of his extraordinary talent and increasingly profound cultivation, even having glimpsed the threshold of an Earth Immortal. Yet, who would have known that due to an entanglement of "love," he would be ensnared and meet such a wretched end.

"Xue Hen, you've come..." He raised his hand, reaching out towards a point in the empty air, as if trying to grasp something.

In his final moments, he seemed to see that fairy residing among the clouds, walking towards him with a look of pity.

She even extended her hand, seemingly to save him.

Unfortunately, no matter how he reached out, their hands never met.

Finally, filled with deep regret, he passed away.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel now?" Eunuch Wen and Zhu Xie Chixin asked with concern as they gathered around Zhao Hao.

However, Zhao Hao suddenly looked up, his eyes like a fierce tiger's, ready to devour. The two shuddered in fear, not daring to take another step forward.

The two immediately understood. Having just experienced Wang Wuxie's betrayal, Zhao Hao now trusted no one, not even them.

Just then, a ripple in the air suddenly appeared not far away, and runes became visible, indicating someone was teleporting to their location.

The Embroidered Uniform Guards and Imperial Bodyguards drew their weapons and surrounded the spot. Anyone teleporting here under these circumstances clearly had ill intentions.

"Hahaha, as expected of Your Majesty!" a handsome middle-aged man with a well-trimmed beard strode out, saying, "The foremost figure of the Daoist sect ambushed you, yet he was instantly killed, and you still stand as if nothing happened." The guards tried to stop him, but with a casual wave of his hand, they were all severely injured and sent sprawling, collapsing in a wide area.

Zhu Xie Chixin's pupils contracted. The opponent's aura clearly indicated he was a Grandmaster—and not merely a newly ascended one like himself, but an old, established Grandmaster.

"Guan Chouhai?" Zhao Hao frowned, evidently recognizing him.

"I didn't expect Your Majesty to still remember me," Guan Chouhai sighed. "Nor did I expect that I would become Your Majesty's enemy today."

"You?" Zhao Hao scoffed with a disdainful smile. "You're not qualified."

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