Chapter 756: 幻想具现

"Ah!" Yun Yuqing exclaimed, spitting blood and falling to the side, her face incredulous as she looked at him. "A'Zu, what are you doing?"

Zu An did not reply, but stared at the figure in the dragon robe on the roof.

The Emperor laughed heartily: "Husband and wife are like birds of the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly their separate ways. It's a pity it's too late for you to kill her now to show your loyalty to me. Prepare to die!"

As he spoke, the giant palm was merely about ten feet from Zu An's head. The immense pressure emanating from it already pressed a clear palm print into the ground beneath Zu An's feet, yet Zu An remained standing proudly in his place.

Zu An lowered his head and muttered to himself in a low voice: "This oppressive aura, this sense of pressure, truly resembles the Emperor. It seems his power indeed left an indelible impression on my mind."

"However..." He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on the man in the dragon robe on the roof. "After what happened that night, you will always be a loser in my eyes."

As he spoke, he raised his hand forward: "God said, 'Let there be light!'"

At that moment, as if the sky had heard his command, the somewhat gloomy clouds parted, and a ray of golden light streamed down from the heavens, dispelling the surrounding gloom.

It then enveloped the Emperor. The Emperor suddenly began to smoke, and visible flames erupted from his dragon robe. Soon, he was completely engulfed in fire, letting out a series of piercing screams.

The terrifying giant palm that had been in mid-air also vanished into thin air, and the dreadful pressure disappeared without a trace.

Amidst agonizing screams, the Emperor was ultimately incinerated into a pile of ash.

A mocking smile appeared on Zu An's face: "In my own world of consciousness, I am naturally a god. Who could be stronger than me?"

Yun Yuqing, standing by, stared wide-eyed in horror: "This is impossible..."

No sooner had she spoken than the surrounding scenery twisted. There was no Emperor, no Zhuxie Chixin, and the embroidered-uniform guards lying everywhere had vanished without a trace.

Only the corpses of the previously mentioned assassins remained. Well, they were currently fighting Yun Yuqing.

And the face of "Yun Yuqing," who had just been struck by a palm and coughed up blood, also twisted. With a mysterious cloak and golden hair, who else could it be but Jasley!

Zu An sighed. Jasley was indeed not dead; his sword strike to her throat earlier had clearly been an illusion.

Wait, when exactly did he fall into her illusion? He had been on guard from the very beginning, and even Baiming hadn't warned him.

His gaze fell on the red string bell on her ankle. He realized that the bell had been ringing continuously since their confrontation began, meaning he must have unconsciously fallen victim to it then.

Jasley stared intently at Zu An: "How did you figure out that world was fake? I'm confident I didn't show any flaws."

Zu An sighed.

"From the very beginning, I found it strange. It felt like Zhuxie Chixin and his group appeared too conveniently, emerging just after we finished fighting, as if they had been ambushed here all along. You have to remember, this is the outskirts. Even if the sounds of battle had alerted people in the capital, the city guard would have been the first to arrive, not the embroidered-uniform guards."

He had been investigating this case himself and possessed the most intelligence. If even he hadn't anticipated their ambush, how could Zhuxie Chixin and his men have reacted faster?

"And that's how you concluded it was fake?" Jasley asked, her face incredulous.

Zu An said calmly: "And the Emperor. His appearance was far too sudden."

Theoretically, the Emperor needed his help to frame Prince Qi, so he wouldn't immediately try to kill him upon meeting. Unless he knew about Zu An's affair with the Empress, but how could he? He wasn't an omniscient, omnipotent god.

Of course, there was an even more crucial reason that confirmed it for him: he hadn't received any 'rage points' from beginning to end.

Although the opponent could simulate lifelike illusions, they couldn't simulate the soul fluctuations of each person.

"Now that your doubts are answered, you can rest in peace." Zu An didn't want the 'villain to die from talking too much'. He had been biding his time and immediately charged forward the moment she lost focus after hearing his explanation.

Just then, a dark shadow attacked from the side. Zu An saw it was one of the assassins who had died earlier, clearly controlled by that sinister individual as a corpse puppet.

He casually swung a palm, intending to push the corpse puppet away, not wanting it to delay his important task.

However, as soon as his palm made contact, he immediately sensed something was wrong and instantly teleported several yards away.

With a bang, the corpse puppet suddenly exploded, scattering countless dark green corpse fluid everywhere, and a putrid, fishy stench spread rapidly.

Zu An felt a wave of nausea, almost vomiting. "Damn it, it smells even worse than fermented herring from my previous life!"

The green grass on the ground that was touched by the corpse fluid instantly withered and turned black. Even the soil sizzled, emitting wisps of white smoke, clearly indicating that every drop was highly poisonous.

"Can you stop making such a disgusting mess every time?" Jasley's voice, filled with disgust, came from nearby. She had immediately seized the opportunity to flash away, avoiding the widespread corpse fluid, but she tightly clutched her nose, clearly unable to bear the pungent smell.

"Hmph, I saved your life," Shushu Hao's sinister voice responded. He moved like a zombie, leaping to Jasley's side, forming a defensive pincer movement with her.

The corpse puppets under his control were also spread around. Yun Yuqing, having found a moment to catch her breath, hurriedly came to Zu An's side. Her face was covered in fine sweat, and her cheeks were flushed, indicating that the recent battle had been far from easy.

Although her cultivation was impressive, she had expended too much energy earlier fighting the experts with the Golden and Silver Rings. Now, Shushu Hao's cultivation was no less than hers, and he used disgusting corpse puppets. As a woman, she naturally had some fear of such things, which reduced her combat effectiveness by several tenths.

Zu An subtly shielded her at his side, then held his sword horizontally in front of him, his muscles tensed, like a lion poised to strike.

At this moment, Jasley laughed charmingly: "Oh, Big Brother, let's stop fighting, shall we? How about we shake hands and make peace?"

"Just a moment ago, it was 'little brother,' and now it's 'Big Brother'?" Zu An sneered. "Why should I make peace with you?"

"Well, Big Sister just got a taste of Little Brother's prowess, so naturally, I wouldn't dare call you 'little' anymore," Jasley's voice was alluring to the core, causing Yun Yuqing's eyebrows to furrow in annoyance. "As for why we should make peace, it's because we both have a common enemy. Why waste our strength fighting each other?"

"A common enemy?" Zu An snorted. "Who shares an enemy with you?"

Jasley giggled: "Big Brother, don't deceive yourself. Your hostility towards the Emperor in the illusion just now was impossible to hide, and it seems you've done something truly regrettable to him. Although Big Sister doesn't know what it was, that act will certainly make the Emperor kill you."

Zu An's expression subtly changed. This woman was truly troublesome.

Sensing his killing intent, Jasley remained unfazed, pointing at the corpses of the Golden and Silver Ring users nearby: "Big Brother, don't be so hasty. Just listen to what your little sister has to say. You must have overheard my conversation with those people earlier. Back then, the Great Zhou Emperor invaded our Southern Border, causing countless of our tribesmen to die tragically. We have never forgotten this blood feud. But now, the Emperor is too powerful for any of us to confront alone. As the saying goes, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.' We don't want to waste any potential strength that could be used against the Emperor."

Zu An said coolly: "That's just wishful thinking on your part. I don't need to ally with anyone. On the contrary, I'd feel more at ease if I killed you both."

Shushu Hao, with his distinct black and white features, snorted coldly: "Brat, you've got quite the nerve."

Jasley giggled, shaking with laughter: "Big Brother, you might have misunderstood something. I genuinely want to cooperate with you, not beg for mercy because I'm at my wit's end."

She snapped her fingers, and suddenly, sparkling rings of light appeared in the air behind her. Immediately, translucent weapons emerged from within them, aiming at both of them.

"As a Spirit-Summoner, besides the mental illusions I just used on you, I have another ability: fantasy materialization. I can materialize anything I imagine. If we truly fight, it's anyone's guess who will win."