“Pluff!” Blood gushed out and began to burn in the air. Beiming Moshou’s arm dropped to the ground.

　　Everyone was shocked!

　　Moshou was pale with disorderly hair. He gritted his teeth: “Feng Feiyun, you win this time, but I will pay this humiliation back a hundred, no, a thousand times over!”

　　He swallowed a spirit pill to stop the blood loss. He was frightened due to his armor being broken through so he instantly flew up to escape.

　　Such a twist of events - a Super Giant like him, the Grand Chancellor of Jin, below one and above all - needing to run before a youth who has yet to hit witney of age. His reputation was ruined now.

　　“Whoos.h.!.+” Feiyun used his Swift Samsara and moved as fast as lightning to instantly catch up. He gathered the power of the beasts into his fist before punching Moshou’s head, cracking it open and revealing the skull inside.

　　Moshou didn’t die instantly since he was powerful, only falling down from the clouds.

　　Feiyun continued to land a barrage of punch on the guy until all of his bones shattered.

　　The Grand Chancellor had fallen. The world was shocked today; its people would tremble.

　　His mansion suffered the most terrible ma.s.sacre and pillage by the Martial Army. Who knows if there were survivors?

　　The Beiming members’ blood flowed like rivers. More than one hundred masters fell down.

　　Eventually, people found a total of 176 graves erected in what’s left of the mansion. No one knew who built these graves but the names on the tombstones were carved with blood.

　　Princess Luofu survived the ordeal. She had left a stand of her soul on the sacred tablet so she was blessed with providence. Since she still had some soul left in her body as well, the Grand Tutor fed her a sixth-ranked Soulback Pill and saved her. 

　　She woke up after three days. On the ninth day, she officially became the eighth-generation emperor of the Jin Dynasty after the ceremony - also the second empress in its history.

　　“Empress, the Grand Chancellor and his family might have been killed, but the Beiming Clan is still powerful with remnants everywhere after acc.u.mulating for thousands of years. Completely eliminating them will be difficult.” An elegant and scholarly female official stood behind Long Luofu with a notebook in her hand.

　　She was Yao Ji who supported the princess to take the throne via planning and scheming. After the coronation, she became the most trusted official. Being given a royal t.i.tle was not out of the question in the future.

　　Long Luofu stood in the center of the palace with her left hand behind her back, wearing the Regal Dragon Robe and an imperial crest. She stared at the gigantic dragon carved onto the wall and said: “They’re one of the four great clans, it won’t be this easy to uproot them. The greatest threat is still Beiming Potian, one of the dragons in the contemporary. If he were to mature, he’ll try and devour the sky. Send my decree to the world - anyone who can bring me his head will be bestowed a county.”

　　The new empress was alone with Yao Ji. After a long silence, she asked: “Is he still by the river?”

　　Yao Ji nodded.

　　***

　　After killing Long Shenya and Beiming Moshou, Feng Feiyun, bloodied, looked like a fool. He walked southward until he made it to the Jin River.

　　The tall waves continued on. A statue of a G.o.ddess towering at 1,874 meters was there - looking exactly like Shui Yueting.

　　He stared at it for a long time with Dongfang Jingyue behind him.

　　She was the only one who dared to hang around him after his demonic state.

　　Suddenly, he leaped into the sky, full of bloodthirst, and landed on the G.o.ddess’ head before unleas.h.i.+ng a mighty punch downward.

　　A crack starting from the head of the statue spread all the way to the soles. Next, cracks appeared all over the place.

　　This statue that has been around for several thousand years crumbled. Ma.s.sive boulders fell to the bottom, nearly cutting the current off completely.

　　The monks on the mountain nearby were shocked after witnessing this terrible scene.

　　“What has he done!? The statue of the G.o.ddess has been here forever!”

　　“Amitabha! Feng Feiyun has gone mad! This collapse will herald an unimaginable calamity.”

　　These monks began to chant, alarmed at the incoming calamity.

　　***

　　After breaking Yueting’s statue, Feiyun jumped onto the cliff facing the monastery on the other side.