Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

”Where is the Empress Dowager?”

Hu Mei’Er was still trying to maintain her composure.

”Stop pretending, your Disguise Skill is child’s play to me.”

Chen Mo activated the Ancient Heavy Pupils, seeing through Hu Mei’Er’s disguise at a glance.

”Take the prince and leave quickly.”

Realizing the ruse had failed, Shi Si was the first to strike, charging at Chen Mo, with Hu Sheng following close behind, drawing his sword and slashing directly at Chen Mo.

”Heaven and Earth Lose Color...”

With a thought, Chen Mo summoned a black and white Domain, instantly enveloping the surrounding area for hundreds of meters, slowing down their movements as he said, ”Go.”

Chen Mo waved his arm, directly lunging at the two, while the soldiers behind him formed a Battle Array and surged forward, surrounding the members of the Black Shadow Killer Organization and Hu Mei’Er’s group.

Using Shifting Form and Position to evade Shi Si’s attack, Chen Mo unsheathed Tianwen, slicing through Hu Sheng’s sword, sidestepping swiftly, placing Tianwen on Hu Sheng’s neck: ”Everyone stop, or I’ll kill him.”

However, everyone ignored Chen Mo, including Hu Mei’Er, who continued to fight desperately, as Shi Si hurled a punch at him, paying no mind to Hu Sheng’s life.

Chen Mo was taken aback; wasn’t Hu Sheng Hu Mei’Er’s father?

It was so ineffective, could he be fake?

Useless to keep, Chen Mo swiftly slit Hu Sheng’s throat, then clenched his left fist and punched forward, colliding fiercely with Shi Si.

”Crack!” The immense force instantly fractured Shi Si’s right arm, sending him flying backward.

”Die!” Chen Mo took a great leap forward, gripping his sword with both hands, fiercely slashing down in the manner of splitting a mountain.

Shi Si had just stood up.

”No!” Possible fear made him let out a low growl, his pupils contracting, witnessing the scene of Chen Mo’s fierce slash descending.

Swish—

The sword’s edge was as fast as black lightning, slicing through the air like a crescent, slashing diagonally across Shi Si’s neck. The Protective True Qi shredded like thin paper, and amidst the spray of blood, a round head rolled to the ground.

The body toppled forward, blood gushing from the severed neck, staining the stone floor red in an instant.

A dignified First Grade Martial Artist, slaughtered by Chen Mo like cattle.

This formidable combat power made cold sweat seep down the backs of the Black Shadow assassins.

Not sparing a glance at the corpse, Chen Mo leaped into the fray of the army besieging the Black Shadow assassins.

With each stroke of his sword, heads rolled.

”Your Highness, go quickly.”

Die Wu hadn’t expected Lord Shi Si and the others would only hold out for a moment, giving them no time to break through, so she, along with the other assassins, prepared to cover Hu Mei’Er’s retreat.

”Don’t let them get away.”

Chen Mo’s chest heaved, his eyes simmering with anger, unrestrained, as the orchestrator of this matter stood before him, face covered in blood, staring coldly at them.

”Kill!”

These assassins were professionally trained; despite Chen Mo’s combat prowess exceeding their imagination, none surrendered, instead charging forward fearlessly.

”Slash!”

Chen Mo kicked a large sword from the ground; the sword, with a sound of slicing through the air, pierced through two people, pinning them against a tree behind.

Bending low to dodge a charging assassin, Chen Mo’s boot stomped heavily on the ground, sending cracked slabs soaring, transforming into lethal knives, swiftly ending three assassins’ lives.

Meanwhile, a sword’s edge neared Chen Mo from behind.

It was Die Wu.

The sword penetrated through where Chen Mo stood.

”A residual image?” Die Wu’s expression shifted, the figure before her vanishing from sight.

”Watch out.” Hu Mei’Er, in the process of breaking through, turned to see Chen Mo appearing behind Die Wu and urgently shouted a warning.

Die Wu sensed something, her form rising swiftly, managing to evade Chen Mo’s sword, surprising Chen Mo slightly. Following this, a forceful knee strike, overwhelming and powerful, crushed against Die Wu’s back, True Qi surging from his leg.

”Crack!”

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

Die Wu, having leapt into the air, was instantly bent like a crescent, flying like a shell. Her luck was poor, crashing into the spear of a soldier, the tip pierced right through her chest, ending her life on the spot.

The spear-wielding soldier also toppled over, flipping backward several times.

Die Wu was actually Su Mu.

”Clang...”

A soldier fell dead, his spear dropping to the ground. Hu Mei’Er managed to break through, fleeing far with only two remaining assassins.

Chen Mo swept his Ancient Heavy Pupils over them for a glance; they were all Postnatal Martial Artists.

Sheathing Tianwen, Chen Mo shouted, ”I want them alive.”

”Understood.”

...

Soon, a massive army arrived, encircling the entire Gun Yue completely, not even a fly could escape, let alone someone like Hu Mei’Er.

Quickly, Hu Mei’Er found herself cornered.

”Don’t come closer, if you do, I’ll kill him.” Hu Mei’Er took Zhao Chong hostage, telling Chen Mo, ”If he dies, I’d like to see how you explain it to your old flame.”

Her gaze was mocking, clearly referring to the relationship between Chen Mo and Xiao Yunxi.

Zhao Chong’s face was pale; these days, he had learned about his mother and Chen Mo’s relationship, knowing Chen Mo was his fake father. Instead of anger, he felt a bit of relief and excitement.

Because this way, he could continue being the Emperor, and not only that, if his mother whispered sweet nothings to Chen Mo, he might even gain the power he desired.