Chapter 233 The country changes hands
"Killing!"

A panicked scream broke the silence. The palace maids were terrified, and fear was written all over their faces.

The originally orderly palace became chaotic, and the palace maids dropped the things in their hands and rushed to the exit of the palace.

Their screams and hurried footsteps echoed in the empty hall, forming a sharp contrast with the solemnity and tranquility of the palace.

Emperor Xin felt panic in his heart, he knew that his plan had completely failed.

The entire banquet hall fell into deathly silence. Only the sound of falling heads rolling to the ground echoed in everyone's ears, reminding them that all this was not an illusion, but a real nightmare.

An inexplicable joy suddenly surged in Jiang Ziya's heart. He originally thought that both he and Yun Hua would be in desperate situation, but he did not expect that Yun Hua could actually launch an amazing attack under such circumstances.

Hope rekindled in his eyes, and he secretly admired Yun Hua's profound skills. This poison was obviously just child's play for her.

When Fei Zhong and You Hun saw Chen Geng’s head rolling down, their faces instantly turned pale as paper. They couldn’t believe what was happening before their eyes.

Fei Zhong screamed in panic: "Quick, quick! All the immortals, quickly join forces to capture this female demon!"

You Hun was also terrified. With a trembling voice, he kept shouting at the Taoists to take action.

Li Ping and other Taoists saw this and took out their magic weapons from their sleeves. They used their own magic powers. The magic lights intertwined into a huge net in the hall and enveloped Yunhua. Each of them had a resolute light in their eyes, and they were obviously determined to kill him.

Emperor Xin saw the situation was out of control. Although he was terrified, he had not yet completely given up his desires. He shouted loudly: "Don't kill the beauty, you must keep her alive!"

There was a hint of urgency in his voice, and it was obvious that he didn't want to lose a peerless beauty like Yunhua.

But Yunhua's figure was as elusive as a ghost in the sword light. The Avici Sword in her hand swung out countless sword shadows, and each sword shadow contained the power to destroy the world.

Her eyes were cold, like the tip of a sword in the ice, piercing the other person's heart.

"Boom boom boom!" The magic and sword shadows collided, making a deafening noise.

The hall was filled with light, as bright as day.

But no matter whether it was Li Ping or other Taoists' magical powers, none of them could get close to Yun Hua. Her attainments in swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle, and her Taoism was also extremely profound, far beyond the reach of ordinary Golden Immortals.

When Jiang Ziya saw this scene, he secretly admired it in his heart. He knew that the situation tonight had been completely reversed. Yun Hua's strength made everyone feel deeply desperate.

He stood quietly by the side. Although he had lost all his magic power, he was calm in his heart because he knew that Yun Hua was no ordinary person.

Li Ping was so angry at Yun Hua's amazing swordsmanship that he was helpless for a moment.

He knew very well that if he failed to capture Yun Hua today, his position in front of Emperor Xin would plummet. So he gritted his teeth and decided to use the poison technique he had carefully refined.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, and suddenly a ball of black mist flew out from his sleeves. In the mist were countless strange-looking poisonous beasts, with twisted bodies, evil light flashing in their eyes, and emitting harsh hissing sounds.

The poisonous smoke spread rapidly, covering the entire hall, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench.

Jiang Ziya immediately felt a sharp pain, his face turned pale instantly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yunhua frowned when she saw this. She knew that she must not let the poisonous smoke and the poisonous beast get close to her and Jiang Ziya.

She waved the Avici Sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword drew perfect arcs, forming a vortex of sword energy that blocked all the poisonous smoke and poisonous beasts out.

Then, Yun Hua took out a crystal clear elixir from his arms, quickly walked to Jiang Ziya, and handed the elixir to him: "Quick, take this detoxification pill."

Jiang Ziya took the elixir and swallowed it immediately without any hesitation.

After a while, his complexion gradually returned to normal, and his body trembling stopped. He looked at Yunhua deeply, his eyes full of gratitude.

Jiang Ziya knew that although Yunhua was powerful, he was alone after all, and Emperor Xin still had many masters under his command who had not yet deployed.

He was worried that Yunhua would fall into greater danger, so he advised: "The situation is already unfavorable, we should retreat first and then make plans."

Yunhua's eyes were determined. She knew that if she retreated, those innocent palace maids and guards would also be harmed.

She responded coldly: “Mr. Jiang, I know you are worried, but I can’t just watch these innocent people get hurt.

Today, I must teach him a lesson."

As she spoke, Yunhua turned around and faced Li Ping and the other Taoists who were still casting spells. The Avici Sword emitted an even brighter light in her hand, and she was ready to strike again to resolve the crisis before her.

At this moment, Chen Geng's head slowly rotated in the air and flew back to his neck. The wound healed quickly in full view of everyone, as if it had never been cut off.

Chen Geng touched his neck and muttered in fear: "What a terrible sword. I almost couldn't come back."

Seeing this, Fei Zhong suddenly became tough again. His voice was full of threats and disdain. He looked at Yun Hua and shouted, "Fairy, why don't you surrender quickly!

No matter how powerful your swordsmanship is, you can't defeat so many of us. Just surrender and enter the palace to serve His Majesty, and maybe you can save your life!"

When Emperor Xin saw Chen Geng resurrected miraculously, the fear in his heart subsided a little. His gaze fell on Yun Hua again, his eyes full of greed and desire.

His voice was hoarse and urgent: "Beauty, as long as you are obedient, I promise to make you prosperous and wealthy."

Yunhua glanced at Emperor Xin coldly. There was no fear in her eyes, as if the people in front of her were just a bunch of chickens and dogs.

"Since you are seeking your own death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The tip of her sword turned slightly, the sword light flowed like water, and her whole body exuded an inviolable aura.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Hua's figure turned into a sword light again and rushed towards the group of immortals and gods.

The Avici Sword danced in her hand, and every swing brought up sword flowers. The sword flowers bloomed in the air and turned into sharp sword qi, rushing straight towards the enemy.

Seeing this, the Taoists hurriedly activated their magic again, trying to resist Yun Hua's attack. But Yun Hua's swordsmanship was too superb, and each of his swords accurately broke their defenses, putting them in an unprecedented crisis.

At this moment, Chen Geng's figure approached rapidly.

Without thinking, she turned the sword and blocked a hidden weapon attacking from behind.

The tip of Yunhua's sword drew a series of brilliant tracks in the air, as if even the stars were dimmed.

Chen Geng, Lin Ping and dozens of other masters surrounded them, and everyone looked extremely solemn.

They understood that if they could not capture this woman with superb swordsmanship today, they would be ashamed to face Emperor Xin.

Chen Geng's eyes were as fast as lightning, and suddenly a long black whip appeared in his hand, with a faint green gas wrapped around the whip. It was the plague and poison technique that he had devoted himself to studying for many years.

Lin Ping had a sneer on his face. His palms flew and balls of black mist poured out from his hands. Those were the plague-like poisonous insects he had refined, which were specifically designed to restrain the opponent's magic power.

A hint of disdain flashed across Yunhua's eyes. Her swordsmanship was like the purest art between heaven and earth. Every move and every stroke revealed supreme beauty and power.

Her sword light was like a stream of clear water in front of Chen Geng and Lin Ping's plague and poison techniques, easily chopping the plague poisonous insects and the black and green whip shadows into pieces.

However, Chen Geng and Lin Ping were not discouraged. They knew that they were no match for Yun Hua alone, so they began to signal with their eyes. The other immortals and gods also noticed their intention and began to use their magical powers. Various spells converged in the hall, forming a large net to capture all living creatures between heaven and earth.

Although Yunhua was an expert swordsman, he still felt a bit pressured when facing so many opponents.

The tip of her sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy swept across, dispersing the spells one after another, but as time went on, she found that her sword energy seemed to be increasingly difficult to penetrate the opponent's defense.

Suddenly, Chen Geng shouted loudly: "Set up the formation! Nine Yin Plague Poison Formation!"

Following his orders, everyone's spells suddenly became more violent, and their figures moved quickly in the hall. Everyone's position and spells were extremely precise, and soon they formed a huge formation.

Once the Nine Yin Plague Poison Array was set up, a suffocating poisonous gas immediately filled the array.

This poisonous gas can not only corrode the flesh, but also corrode the magic power, making it impossible for people trapped in the formation to exert their full strength.

Yunhua frowned. She felt that her sword energy seemed to be corroded by the poisonous gas, and the power of her sword skills was greatly reduced.

She knew that she was trapped in the Nine Yin Plague Poison Formation. If she couldn't break out of the formation as soon as possible, she would probably be in a desperate situation.

However, Yunhua did not lose his composure.

She closed her eyes, feeling the flow of poison and magic around her. The tip of her sword began to rotate slowly. As she breathed, the sword energy gradually formed a huge vortex, absorbing all the poisonous gas that was invading.

Yunhua took a deep breath and opened her eyes. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes. She knew that now was the time for her to fight back.

The sword light was like a dragon, and Yunhua's figure shuttled through the poison formation. The tip of her sword pointed at the core of the formation, which was the weakness of the formation and also the key to her breakthrough.

The Avici Sword in Yunhua's hand danced in the poison array, and the tip of the sword pointed at the weaknesses of dozens of masters including Chen Geng and Lin Ping.

Her swordsmanship was like the sound of nature. Every move was full of agility and murderous intent. When the sword flashed, it seemed as if even time had stopped.

Chen Geng's face became extremely ugly. His plague and poison technique continued to disintegrate in front of Yun Hua's sword energy. His long whip was even cut off by Yun Hua's sword, and the black whip body turned into countless pieces in the air.

Lin Ping's black mist insect was like thin paper under Yun Hua's sword light and was easily torn apart.

Yunhua's swordsmanship attainments have reached a level that no one can match. She is like a fish in water in the poison array, and every move she makes is accompanied by supreme majesty and power, which makes all opponents fearful.

One by one, the immortals and gods fell under Yunhua's sword, their bodies turned to ashes in the sword light, not even a trace of their souls could escape, their bodies and souls were completely destroyed.

Yunhua's swordsmanship is not only extremely accurate, but also has the power to destroy everything. Every swing of her sword is the ultimate decision on life and death.

Fei Zhong and You Hun looked at the scenes that were like nightmares, their hearts filled with fear and regret.

They thought they could easily capture Yun Hua, but unexpectedly they became the lambs sent to their death. Their hearts were shaking violently, and they regretted it endlessly, but it was too late to save the situation.

Emperor Xin stood aside, watching Yun Hua's every move intently. Although he was also afraid, he was more infatuated with her.

Yun Hua's sword dance, her aura, her strength, all stimulated his desire. He longed to have such a woman in his heart, even if the whole world trembled for her, he would not hesitate.

There was no trace of fear in Yunhua's eyes. The tip of her sword continued to spin, and the sword light was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, unable to be restrained by any force.

Her sword dance became more and more violent, and every swing seemed to tear the sky and earth apart and completely destroy this poison formation.

Finally, after a flash of sword light, the core of the Nine Yin Plague Poison Array was directly hit by Yun Hua's sword energy. The powerful poisonous gas dissipated instantly, and the power of the array collapsed.

As the formation was broken, Yunhua's figure was like a phoenix breaking free from a cage, her sword tip pointing to the sky, declaring her victory.

Emperor Xin, Fei Zhong, You Hun and the others could only stand quietly by at this moment. In addition to shock in their hearts, they were more in awe of Yun Hua's power.

Chen Geng, Lin Ping and others saw that the Nine Yin Plague Poison Formation was broken, and Yun Hua's sword light was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. They knew something was wrong and immediately ran away, wanting to escape from this place of trouble. However, Yun Hua's sword light followed them like a shadow, and her figure flashed in the air, blocking their escape route.

"Want to leave? You have hurt so many innocent people, so stay and pay for your lives today!" Yun Hua's voice was cold, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and an invisible sword energy surrounded Chen Geng and the others.

Fei Zhong and You Hun hid behind Emperor Xin. Their faces were pale and their legs were shaking. They looked as if they might kneel down and beg for mercy at any time. Fei Zhong stammered, "Your Majesty is the king of men, and is protected by the destiny of the human race. You...you can't kill him, otherwise...you will be punished by heaven!"

Emperor Xin's expression became extremely ugly at this moment. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, but more of it was unwillingness and anger.

He is the king of men, how could he end up like this?

Jiang Ziya frowned upon hearing this and whispered, "If you kill this tyrant, you will probably suffer the backlash of the power of destiny, which is not a good thing for you. We can use other methods to make him receive the punishment he deserves."

Yunhua turned her head and looked into Jiang Ziya's eyes that were full of wisdom and depth, and the tip of her sword drooped slightly.

She knew that what Jiang Ziya said was true. Although she had extraordinary abilities, she could not really go against the destiny of the entire human race.

Her eyes fell on Di Xin and the others again, and she said calmly: "Today, I will spare your lives, but if you don't take revenge, you are not a gentleman. If you dare to do evil again, I will show no mercy."

After saying this, Yunhua sheathed his sword and turned around to leave.

Chen Geng, Lin Ping and others were as if they had been granted amnesty. They did not dare to stay for even a moment and fled away in a flash.

At this moment, a series of screams suddenly came from outside, the sound was full of panic and despair.

Immediately afterwards, a murderous figure walked in from outside the hall. It was Yunhua’s husband, Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's face was stern, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes.

In his hand he held a long sword with blood still wet on it. It was obvious that the screams just now came from those immortals and gods who had escaped.

As soon as Emperor Xin saw Yang Ling, he was so frightened that he trembled all over. His face turned pale in an instant and his legs began to shake uncontrollably.

He knew that the power of the killing god in front of him was far greater than Yun Hua. If Yang Ling had the intention to kill, none of them would be able to escape.

Yunhua was very happy to see her husband coming back, but she was also worried. She knew Yang Ling's temper well, and once he got angry, he would never hold back.

She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Yang Ling's arm, and said softly: "Husband, I have already dealt with what happened just now. Although this human king is extremely evil, killing him may cause the backlash of the power of destiny, which is not good for us."

Yang Ling's gaze shifted from Yun Hua's face to the still trembling Emperor Xin.

Upon seeing this, Emperor Xin revealed a ferocious smile, his voice full of sarcasm: "Ha, so you dare to kill me! Hahahahahaha, I am the common ruler of the world, even if you are gods, you still can't do anything to me!"

A cold light flashed in Yang Ling's eyes. He gently patted the back of Yun Hua's hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

His voice was low and firm: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ling had already stepped forward, a cold murderous intent emanating from him.

His sword drew a sharp arc in the air, pointing directly at Fei Zhong and You Hun.

Fei Zhong and You Hun were terrified, with disbelief written all over their faces. They never thought that Yang Ling would take action at this time.

The sword flashed, blood splattered, and the heads of Fei Zhong and You Hun fell to the ground. Their bodies were still shaking in the same place, and finally fell down with a loud bang.

When Emperor Xin saw this scene, he was completely dumbfounded. His lips trembled and he said, "You can't kill me! You can't do this. I am the king of men. You...

Yang Ling did not give him a chance to finish his words, the tip of the sword was already pointing at his throat, his killing intent even stronger.

Seeing this, Jiang Ziya stepped forward quickly, his voice filled with anxiety: "Brother, don't be impulsive. If you kill Emperor Xin, you will be retaliated by the fate of humanity!"

Yang Ling turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ziya. The murderous intent in his eyes subsided a little. He asked in a deep voice, "Is Bigan still alive?"

Jiang Ziya nodded: "Bigan is still alive. He is determined and will not fall easily."

Hearing this, Yang Ling showed a satisfied smile on his face. He turned to Emperor Xin again and said in a cold voice: "Emperor Xin, your sins are grave. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven."

After saying this, without waiting for Emperor Xin to react, Yang Ling thrust out the sword in his hand instantly, aiming straight at Emperor Xin's vital point.

Emperor Xin's eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

His body shook violently, then he fell to the ground, no longer alive.

Yunhua looked at everything in front of her. Although she felt a little complicated, she knew that everything Yang Ling did was for justice and for those innocent lives.

The hall fell into deathly silence for a moment, with only the soft breathing sounds of Yang Ling and Yun Hua still ringing.

The moment King Di Xin fell, the destiny of humanity above Chaoge seemed to have suffered a huge shock and began to show signs of collapse.

The destiny between heaven and earth is an extremely mysterious existence. Once the Human King dies, the destiny of the entire human race will be affected, which may cause chaos in the world.

Yang Ling's eyes were sharp, he could feel the turbulence of the luck, he knew that he couldn't let this situation continue.

So, he took a deep breath, gathered his inner strength in his palm, then slowly raised his hand and sacrificed his seven-colored celebration cloud.

The colorful auspicious clouds were originally composed of the merits of humanity. At this moment, they were circling in the air, naturally releasing colorful light. Those lights penetrated into the luck like silk threads, stabilizing the luck that was about to collapse.

The dark clouds over Chaoge gradually dissipated, and the sky became clear again.

Yang Ling turned around, looked at Jiang Ziya and said, "Go and bring Bigan to the palace as soon as possible."

Jiang Ziya was shocked when he saw this scene. He asked in confusion, "Brother, what does this mean?"

Yang Ling turned his head and said with a firm look: "Emperor Xin is dead, and his two heirs are missing. Among the royal family, only Bigan can ascend the throne."

Jiang Ziya suddenly understood what he had said, but he was still a little worried: "Bigan has a strong character and may not be willing to accept this position."

Yang Ling's eyes revealed a hint of deepness: "If he disagrees, Da Shang will be finished. In the current situation, he must stand up and take on this responsibility to stabilize people's hearts.

Let him choose for himself, whether to become the king of men, or to watch the Shang Dynasty fall into chaos."

Jiang Ziya nodded, knowing that Yang Ling was telling the truth. He turned around and hurriedly left the hall to look for Bigan.

Yang Ling stood there, his eyes sweeping over the bodies lying on the ground, but his heart was very calm.

He had wanted to do this a long time ago.

Although this incident happened suddenly, it was not an impulsive act.

Yun Hua walked to Yang Ling and whispered, "Husband, what should we do next?"

Yang Ling held her hand and said calmly: "The next step is to make Bigan the Human King. It's time for me to leave the Human Cult!"

Yunhua nodded.

She knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, as long as she stood by her husband, nothing was impossible.

Jiang Ziya's figure flashed through the air. With his powerful magic, he rushed back home at almost the fastest speed.

He knew Bigan's character and how heavy this news would be for him.

The door was opened and Bigan came out, his eyes full of anxiety and expectation. Seeing Jiang Ziya's hurried look, he immediately asked: "Mr. Jiang, what happened? Why are you so flustered?"

Jiang Ziya took a deep breath and told Bigan everything that had just happened.

With every word, Bi Gan's face turned paler. By the time Jiang Ziya finished speaking, Bi Gan looked as if he had lost his parents. His face was as pale as paper.

Bigan suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears welling up in his eyes. He cried miserably and sorrowfully: "The late emperor! The late emperor! It's my fault! Your Majesty has ended up like this!"

Jiang Ziya's eyes were also filled with sadness, but he knew that now was not the time to be sad. He said in a deep voice: "Bigan, things have come to this point. You should quickly take over the throne of the Human King. Chaoge cannot be without a monarch, and the people need stability."

When Bigan heard this, his tears stopped abruptly, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes. He raised his head, looked at Jiang Ziya with a sharp gaze, and flatly refused: "No! I, Bigan, would rather die than be a traitor, a traitor, a traitor!

I cannot betray the late emperor, and I cannot betray the Shang Dynasty!"

Jiang Ziya felt bitter when he saw Bigan's appearance.

He knew how conflicted and painful Bigan was in his heart, but he also knew that if Bigan did not stand up, the future of the Shang Dynasty would be even more turbulent.

He slowly walked towards Bigan, put his hand on his shoulder, and said firmly and forcefully: "Bigan, you are a loyal minister of the Shang Dynasty and the hope of the people.

Now that the Human King is dead, if you don't want the Great Shang to collapse and the people to suffer more, you must step forward and take on this responsibility. This is your greatest loyalty to the Great Shang."

Bigan's body was trembling slightly. A fierce struggle was surging in his heart. His fists were clenched tightly, as if he was fighting a final battle with his own heart.

Jiang Ziya didn't say anything else. He just stood there quietly, waiting for Bigan's decision.

Bigan was silent for a long time. His eyes moved away from Jiang Ziya's face and looked at the chaotic sky outside the window.

His heart seemed to be struggling with an invisible pressure, and every heartbeat told him that this was a major decision that would determine the fate of the Shang Dynasty.

Finally, he slowly stood up, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by a firmness. His voice was low and powerful, as if every word carried a heavy responsibility: "I... I am entering the palace now."

When Jiang Ziya saw the changes in Bigan, a gleam of relief flashed in his eyes.

He nodded, said nothing more, and led Bigan quickly towards the palace.

When they arrived in front of the main hall, they found that the door was closed and several warriors were guarding the door with solemn expressions.

Obviously, the hall has been blocked and no one can enter without relevant orders.

Bigan stood in front of the palace, feeling increasingly nervous and uneasy.

His eyes lingered on the temple door, as if he was imagining the situation inside and everything he was about to face.

At this moment, the door of the hall slowly opened, and Yang Ling appeared at the door. His eyes passed through the crowd in front of the door and fell directly on Bigan.

There was not much emotion in Yang Ling's eyes. He just looked at Bigan quietly twice, and said in a calm and deep voice: "You know everything, right? What are you going to do?"

Bigan took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly, but his eyes were extremely firm: "I... I am willing to take on this responsibility for the Shang Dynasty. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I will never back down."

Yang Ling nodded, his gaze stayed on Bigan for a moment, then he turned and returned to the hall.

Although his action was simple, it gave Bigan immense support and confidence.

Bigan followed closely behind and entered the hall.

From this moment on, this handsome middle-aged man already had the bearing of a king.

(End of this chapter)