Divine & Bizarre: Increasing Points to Invincibility-Chapter 1050 - 305: Entering the Imperial Palace

"It’s over, Crown Prince! The commotion outside seems to have ended; it’s been several hours, and it has finally stopped!" Within the Imperial Palace, a eunuch couldn’t help but exclaim in alarm, "Does this... does this mean that the chaos within the Imperial City has also come to an end?"

By rights, as an ordinary eunuch, he didn’t have the standing to speak out loud at such a time, but no one cared about his breach of etiquette at the moment.

Even the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty didn’t mind the eunuch’s spying, for at that moment, the Shangwu Dynasty’s Crown Prince suddenly rose to his feet, "It seems to have really ended, the ground is no longer trembling."

He immediately stepped outside of the palace, and when he looked out, the scene before him could only be described as a complete mess.

Some palaces within the Imperial Palace had developed fearsome cracks on the walls due to the tremendous trembling.

Some of the less sturdy rockeries in the palace had collapsed, and even some trees had fallen. He could also see roof tiles from the palace buildings scattered on the ground, smashed into pieces.

He also saw many eunuchs and palace maids holding their heads, each squatting in the corners, their faces filled with lingering fear.

The heart of the Shangwu Dynasty’s Crown Prince trembled endlessly, considering the place where the National Master and Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple had fought was not particularly far from the Imperial Palace, yet there was a distance.

The impact of the result was such that the Imperial Palace had suffered so greatly.

He could even see a few unfortunate eunuchs of the palace who had been struck by falling tiles, bloodied heads presenting a gruesome sight.

Of course, for him as the Crown Prince, even if a few hundred eunuchs in the palace were killed, it was not a big deal at all.

"Who won? Was it the National Master, or was it Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple?" The most pressing concern for the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty at the moment was this question. In fact, he inwardly hoped that both had perished, and that both being dead would have been best.

Of course, he knew this was impossible; such a probability was far too low.

Betting on such odds was less likely than betting that he himself would suddenly ascend to immortality in the next moment, and not just as an ordinary immortal, but directly becoming the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court.

The Shangwu Dynasty’s Crown Prince had waited anxiously in the Imperial Palace for over an hour when he finally received shocking news—the National Master had been defeated!

Such news caused him to be completely stunned, unable to help but send out another wave of people to confirm the truth of this news. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

When that wave of people returned, he knew the news was true.

"Hiss! The National Master was defeated? Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple won?" The Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty couldn’t help but gasp in shock, unsure whether to feel joy or worry.

To tell the truth, he was quite happy, because this meant that he was finally no longer a puppet Crown Prince. If he were made Emperor in the future, he wouldn’t be a puppet Emperor either, because those who could control him no longer existed.

But he also felt worried because after dealing with the National Master, would Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple simply stop there?

Or did he have some other purpose? If the opponent had another purpose that he couldn’t accept, what should he do as the Crown Prince?

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Meanwhile.

Even the Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty within the Imperial Palace had received news of the National Master’s defeat, not to mention the Great Clans within the Imperial City.

These Great Clans within the Imperial City had been extremely concerned about this unprecedented battle, but the outcome of the battle was beyond everyone’s expectations.

"Hiss... how could the National Master be defeated, how could Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple have won? Even the powerful National Master couldn’t handle it, who can withstand that fellow? And did you notice that the National Master who fought in that area before seemed very strange?"

"It’s not just very strange, the National Master fighting against Daoist Fan Wu from Qiulong Temple looked like a terrifying demon or devil! Both the aura he exuded and the true face he revealed resembled those of a demon or devil!"

"Demons and Devils? I don’t think it’s like demons or devils, it’s more like an Evil God! Forget it... whether it’s a demon or an evil god, it’s not a normal human being anyway."

"How could this be? Is that really our National Master? How could he possibly be a demon or devil, how could he possibly be an Evil God? If he truly is, doesn’t that mean we’ve been deceived by him for a very long time?"

"If he is a demon, if he is an Evil God, then did all his previous actions have an ulterior motive? Have we become tools that he used?"

"..."

It was only after witnessing the true face of the State Preceptor of the Shangwu Dynasty did the heads of the Great Clans come to a stark realization.

One by one, they felt extremely unnerved; who could have thought that the one they supported turned out to be a demon or devil, or even very likely an Evil God!

And to think they had shown such respect, such reverence to such a being? At that thought, their faces burned with shame.

They felt like fools, played in circles by a demon or an Evil God.

Could it be that Yan Dalong and Yan Dahu, the two brothers, were actually not spouting nonsense, that they might really have seen the true face of the National Master?

Did that mean they had misunderstood those two brothers from the start until now, and that the real fools were not the brothers, but themselves?

Ah, this...

They desperately wanted to find a reason to excuse themselves, but they could find none.

...

"Why hasn’t Daoist Fan Wu returned? He should have won the battle against that State Preceptor, right?"

Xing Fengzi gazed into the distance, murmuring to himself, "There shouldn’t have been any accidents, could it be that Daoist Priest Fan still has other matters to attend to?"

They all knew that Fan Wu had won and they had been waiting here for a long time, yet Fan Wu had not appeared.

Yun Jiuqing suddenly thought of something and said, "Don’t forget the main reason Daoist Priest Fan came to the Shangwu Dynasty."

Xing Fengzi started, then suddenly realized, "That being the case, I should know where Daoist Fan Wu is now."

Yan Dalong couldn’t help asking, "Where is Brother Fan Wu?"

Xing Fengzi and Yun Jiuqing spoke simultaneously, "The Imperial Palace!"

...

Shangwu Dynasty, Imperial Palace!

The Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty listened to the messengers below him relaying one piece of news after another, and he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Because these pieces of news were the details of the battle between Fan Wu and the calamitous immortal, just hearing about them sent chills up his spine.

The Crown Prince of the Shangwu Dynasty could hardly imagine, how should he act if such a person appeared before him?

Suddenly.

In that moment.

He heard a panicked shout, "You... who are you? Why are you here?"

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