The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 250 - 219, Eunuch Hai, why haven’t you shown yourself yet? When are you planning to?

Thousand Faces God quickly made a reasonable guess.

He didn’t know that it was actually the Dragon Essence in Zhao Douan’s Qi Sea, already showing signs of awakening, that was gradually clearing the negative curses.

The illusory dragon-shaped Half-step God, feeling the external danger, was in a state of nearly waking up.

Thousand Faces God was wary of Zhao Douan, so he made small talk while waiting for the curse’s power to intensify.

Seeing this, he couldn’t wait any longer, and as he spoke, he suddenly flung the fan in his hand.

"Woo—"

The seemingly ordinary folding fan secretly contained a mechanism; it was made of metal ribs.

At that moment, enhanced by the Divine Chapter Realm’s qi, it spun like a wheel, drawing afterimages and fiercely slashing towards Zhao Douan’s chest.

This strike was extremely sudden; even if Zhao Douan had been in perfect condition, it would have been difficult to avoid.

Let alone now?

However, the metal fan, capable of smashing a wall, struck Zhao Douan’s chest and emitted a clang of metal ringing,

accompanied by dazzling sparks.

Zhao Douan’s chest clothes were torn, but a piece of Soft Armor hidden underneath was faintly visible.

Simultaneously, the space around him distorted, and six golden talismans appeared out of thin air in the form of beams of light.

They surrounded him in a circle, slowly rotating, as if isolating a small world three feet around him.

Zhao Douan’s body was also covered in a set of illusory full-body armor.

"Six Talismans Treasure Armor!"

Thousand Faces God was stunned and then blurted out the name, mixed with surprise and delight.

Beside him, the maid Qing Niao holding a large black umbrella was also stunned.

As a Jianghu person, how could she be unfamiliar with this rather famous piece of protective gear from the Martial Emperor City lineage?

"Did the Fake Emperor actually reward you with the Treasure Armor for protection? No wonder you are so calm; do you think that by putting on a turtle shell, I can do nothing to you?"

Thousand Faces God spoke bitterly, his gaze greedy.

Startled at first, he was both anxious and delighted.

Anxious about the turtle shell that legend said could withstand attacks from the Worldly Realm, making it difficult for him to breach the defense and kill the Zhao thief in a short time.

Delighted that, if successful today, the spoils would be considerable.

Just this armor alone was worth risking his life for.

"Today I’ll let you know the capabilities of this Divine Monarch."

Thousand Faces God gently tiptoed, the handsome, dignified young master’s expression suddenly turned ferocious.

He then lunged at Zhao Douan.

But the next second, a powerful fist from the side, with the force to shake mountains, came crashing fiercely!

Thousand Faces God’s expression changed. He flicked his sleeve, emitting a "snap," and his right arm swept across, blocking You Zhande’s full-strength punch.

"Ssssss..."

The collision between their limbs tore his sleeve into shreds like willow catkins.

Yet You Zhande, though his cultivation was inadequate, as the Family Head of the You family, still a mortal of Middle Grade realm, was countered and repelled by the Cultivator from the Divine Chapter Realm.

His feet retreating rapidly, "stomp stomp stomp," each step left a deep imprint on the floor!

"Wow!"

With his burly stature, You Zhande spat out a bit of fresh blood, his teeth stained red, but his gaze carried a hint of madness.

Zhao Douan was stunned for a moment, surprised by this man’s sudden burst of action.

"Are you seeking death?"

Thousand Faces God’s face contorted with anger, apparently furious at being ambushed by a loose Martial Artist.

You Zhande wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing determination as he charged again.

His legs moved in a grounding stance, his hands clenched into fists, his back arched like a bow.

He was not acting for Zhao Douan’s sake, but for his family.

Upon realizing he had become an assistant to the rebels scheming against Zhao Douan,

this middle-aged man, who had established himself on Xiping Road all his life using many shady methods to build a family business, knew that his whole family had no way out.

"If Zhao Douan were to die here today, regardless of whether the Thousand Faces God would spare his family of three,

by the time the court’s experts arrived, the furious Empress would surely unleash her wrath upon the entire You family.

Under the charge of conspiring with the rebels, the whole family would be uprooted.

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You Zhande had no doubt about the Empress’s ruthlessness, for any involvement with rebels was a grave sin that led to the extermination of a clan.

Therefore, his only way out was to gamble!

He gambled that Zhao Douan still had a trump card, and gambled that the court’s experts could arrive quickly...

The worst outcome would merely be death.

Death to his family, but if he could prevent his family from being wiped out afterwards, as the Family Head entering the Earthly Realm, he would at least dare to face his ancestors.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

At this moment, with a heart resigned to death, You Zhande executed a unique family martial arts technique. Despite the many curses and illnesses weakening his body, his punch still tore through the air, creating a series of sonic booms.

This punch showcased his true level of martial arts.

However, the Thousand Faces God simply stepped lightly, his figure flickering strangely, dodging the punch.

He moved to You Zhande’s side, his two fingers stiff like iron rods pressing toward You Zhande’s shoulder.

"Puff!"

The fingers instantly pierced through the shoulder blades, and twin jets of bright red blood spurted out.

The maid named Qing Niao, bearing a large umbrella, ghostly moved closer, pressing down with a palm.

You Zhande leapt up, shattering the railing explosively, and like a cannonball, he crashed down to the lobby of the first floor, hitting the ground hard, unable to rise again.

Zhao Douan watched this scene calmly.

From his drooping sleeves, each arm held something.

In his left hand, he clutched a delicate, palm-sized silver scroll, which when activated, could unfold the Void Illusion Realm, buying him a brief respite.

Most importantly, a purple jade on the scroll’s surface faintly glowed.

If crushed, it could teleport him back to the Empress’s bedroom, even from a dire situation.

In his right hand, he held the Golden Crow Flying Dagger, its blade quivering and accumulating layers of force.

Within his Qi Sea, the Dragon Essence seemed to stir faintly.

Zhao Douan felt a premonition that if he wished, he could channel the power of the Dragon Essence into the dagger.

Previously, when he was a Middle Grade mortal, he had managed to break the defense of the Cold Frost Sword of the Divine Chapter Realm with a full-powered throw of his dagger.

Now, after being trained by the Empress and having become a high-grade Martial Artist, and pairing it with a half-god-level treasure like the Dragon Essence, what spectacle would it be if he released his power in a full-fledged slice?

Could he behead a Divine Chapter?

To play it safe or take a risk?

Zhao Douan’s hands were still undecided.

Or rather, he was waiting for something.

At that moment, having dealt with You Zhande, the Thousand Faces God approached again, his lips curling up in a bloodthirsty smile.

Zhao Douan’s trembling hands finally made a decision.

His right hand gripped the handle of the Golden Crow dagger, and the Dragon Essence in the Qi Sea rose up.

However, the next second, Zhao Douan loosened his grip, and the Dragon Essence suddenly sank back into dormancy.

He sighed softly and said,

"If you don’t show yourself now, I might truly die."

...

Outside the Drunken Moon Inn.

On the rooftop, the First Tributor of the palace, clad in a bright crimson python robe, gently stepped down.

His boots landed, the sturdy tiles shattered and turned to dust, creating a large hole in the roof.

The old eunuch, with a body bent and a face as tender as a baby’s, floated down like a falling autumn leaf, hands still clasped behind his back.

The coughing sound echoed through the Drunken Moon Inn:

"Cough, cough, the youth are so impatient, they just have to give this old body a hard time..."