Soaring of Galaxia Chapter 203 Burning the Royal Palace

Yi Chenzi knew clearer than anyone that Qin Wushuang’s target was the Second Martial Saint.
Although he had threatened to turn the West Chu into the second Great Wu, it must be a psychological tactic and not Qin Wushuang’s true plan.
After all, the Great Wu had invited the trouble on themselves and the West Chu had not reached that step. Once Qin Wushuang had became inhuman and killed all elite warriors of the West Chu, it would create a chain of reactions. To Qin Wushuang, to the Bai Yue and even to Qin Wushuang’s teacher, it would be disadvantageous to their reputation.
Regardless, the Stargaze Palace was the symbol of the Great Luo Empire and the protection umbrella to all people.
If Qin Wushuang had killed innocents at random as a disciple of the Stargaze Palace, for sure, people would doubt the prestige of the Stargaze.
Even though, being the Martial Saints of the West Chu, they could not ignore Qin Wushuang when he’d issued notice to start a slaughter at the imperial capital. Or else, their reputation at the West Chu would also take a hit.
One must say that Yi Chenzi’s judgment was almost accurate. Indeed, Qin Wushuang was playing the tactic of diversion.
Now, he was hiding in some corner. As soon as Yi Chenzi and the others had arrived at the imperial capital, he sensed their presence.
However, Qin Wushuang was not planning to make a move temporarily.
He was waiting for a good time. When he made a move, he must ensure they are caught off guard.
Once he allowed Yi Chenzi and that Third Martial Saint to go and lock him down in battle, it would be difficult to kill that Second Martial Saint.
"Too bad I don’t have an Upper Sky arrow like weapon at hand. Or else, if I attacked from afar, under the condition in which the Second Martial Saint’s injuries had not been completely healed, he would die for sure."
When Qin Wushuang thought, he carefully restrained all traces of presence from his body. It was as if no aura existed on him as he had suppressed it completely.
"Once I am within three metres of the Second Martial Saint, I have one hundred percent confidence that I can use the power from the to kill him."
Qin Wushuang calculated and waited for a chance.
Between the three Martial Saints, they kept within three metres of each other. Qin Wushuang did not make a move when he saw these three fly in from the door.
Now, he was not in a rush. For sure, these three Martial Saints would start a thorough search inside the imperial capital when they lost his Upper Sky presence.
Qin Wushuang decided to let them have the initiative.
Since he could not kill this Second Martial Saint in broad daylight, he would use methods of assassination. Qin Wushuang was confident that if he were to move first, he had much hope of killing the Second Martial Saint.
The problem was how to make a move before those two Martial Saints had the chance to react.
After going around once, the three Martial Saints still did not find Qin Wushuang’s trace.
Suddenly, Yi Chenzi waved his hand: "No need to search anymore, let’s return to the Zhen Wu Holy Place."
"Why?" The Third Martial Saint asked curiously.
Yi Chenzi moved his lips and did not say anything. He moved his feet and started to walk outside. Now, Yi Chenzi was sure that Qin Wushuang did not plan to start killing in the imperial capital.
Compared to finding a person in the capital like a needle in the sea, it would be best for them to rest and wait at the Zhen Wu Holy Place. If they could get through ten days, they would be free of troubles for a while.
Qin Wushuang watched these three left the imperial capital and rushed towards the Zhen Wu Holy Place. Yet, he did not move an inch. He knew that attacking now was no different from making a move at the Zhen Wu Holy Place.
"It seemed that Yi Chenzi, this sly old fox has already sensed my intention." Qin Wushuang thought, "From what he did, it seems he is planning to wait me out at the Zhen Wu Holy Place."
Of course, Qin Wushuang would not give up. Immediately, he thought about an idea and flew towards the direction of West Chu’s Royal Palace. He stood on top of the Palace casually and shouted: "Emperor Mi of the West Chu, listen well, your three Martial Saints has agreed to hand me your head. Today, I am here to collect this debt. Those in the Royal Palace who do not want to die, get out immediately. I won’t kill anyone. If you don’t, I will burn the palace and all of you will become funeral decorations!"
To not kill you, but to burn the Royal Palace. You three Martial Saints would not sit idly by and do nothing. Or else, how would you build your reputation in the West Chu in the future?
Indeed, Qin Wushuang’s move was extremely ruthless.
Immediately, his roar had created a swarm of chaos inside the Royal Palace.
Qin Wushuang sneered and a fire stick emerged in his hand. He brought out an oil barrel from an unknown oil mill and started to pour it around the Royal Palace.
Inside the Palace, the imperial guards assembled to fight against Qin Wushuang.
However, Qin Wushuang sneered coldly and warned: "For now, I don’t want to kill anyone. However, whoever makes a move against me first, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Once I make a move, for sure, blood would flow like the river inside your Palace! Don’t hate me, it’s your three useless Martial Saints that pulled back their heads and did not want to protect you. If you want to hold a grudge, then aim it toward your Martial Saints!"
While he talked, he already poured hundreds of barrels of oil back and forth around the Royal Palace. The inside of the Palace had become chaotic. All Royal family members, concubines, guards, maids and servants were escaping outside.
All of them knew that even their own Martial Saint could not do anything to the person here. Then, in his eyes, their existences were like lowly ants.
If they didn’t leave fast, then burning them would be no different from burning a couple of lowly ants.
At least, the entire Palace had a few tens of thousands of people. All of them scrambled to escape. Even those well trained imperial guards had no choice but to retreat.
They knew that when the Upper Sky elite warrior made an attack, they would be useless against him even if they had tens of thousand of people. Since he wanted to burn the Palace, whoever dared to organize a fire rescue would be killed.
Soon, people from the inside of the Palace kept escaping to the outside. Most of the concubines and palace maids also left. The palace eunuch and the servants all left in a hurry.
As the imperial guards, if they didn’t retreat, nothing else would happen besides dying with the Royal Palace.
Feeling helpless, they protected a group of princes and princesses and escaped out of the Royal Palace at the moment.
Qin Wushuang was observing during all this time. He could let everyone go except one. That was the Emperor of the West Chu, Mi Zhongheng.
Qin Wushuang initiated all the Spiritual Qi form his entire body and felt it through his mind. Like a towering giant, he watched groups of people scrambling out as if they were a group of moving ants.
Suddenly, Qin Wushuang opened his eyes widely and a trace of a mocking smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.
He pointed with the tip of the feet and his body pounced downwards like the arrival of the dragon. In a flash, he arrived at the bottom. Next, he swung the long whip like the ghost to wrap one of the person among the crowd.
"You, stay." Qin Wushuang’s light voice sounded. He shook the long whip and wrapped that person completely. Like the light smoke rising in rising spirals, his body rose to the sky and landed on the highest point of the Royal Palace.
He gave a long laugh and watched that group of imperial guards all changed color on their face and rush towards him.
From this scene, Qin Wushuang knew that he had made the right judgment.
With one hand holding the fire stick, Qin Wushuang lit fire everywhere. In a moment, the entire Royal Palace became a sea of fire.
As if releasing the kite, Qin Wushuang use the long whip and pulled that person’s body and traveled quickly around the Royal Palace. He continued to light fires to fasten the spread of the flames.
"Those who do not fear death, chase me to your heart’s content! Whoever is the fastest, you can die together with your Emperor." Qin Wushuang laughed.
The person he had wrapped in his whip was Mi Zhongheng, the Emperor of the West Chu. From the tens of thousand of people, Qin Wushuang had extraordinary eye sights like the torch and pulled out this MI Zhongheng from the crowd.
After all, this Mi Zhongheng was the ruler of a country. Although he was trying to mingle himself among the crowd, the aura of a ruler that emerged from his body was different than ordinary people.
Perhaps, to a Pre-Sky Realm warrior, this type of aura was not obvious. However, to an Upper Sky warrior like Qin Wushuang, he could clearly sense it.
Besides, regardless of how this Mi Zhongheng tried to change his outfits, his appearance was similar to his Royal Brother, Mi Zhongye. Of course, in Qin Wushuang’s eyes, it was another piece of evidence.
Combined with the evidence, it would be strange if Qin Wushuang could not recognize him.
After he had finished lighting the fire, as if wearing two wings, Qin Wushuang pulled Mi Zhongheng at a rapid speed and scrambled to the top of a bell tower in the imperial capital.
He sat on top of that bell tower and watched the sea of fire from above. He only sneered and pulled the whip closer to him. Then, he said lazily: "Emperor Mi, your West Chu have three Martial Saints, and you still could not escape the fate of being captured by me."
Although Mi Zhongheng had been captured, he still maintained a strong attitude as he sneered: "Because you could not deal with the three Martial Saints, you could only release your anger onto a mortal."
Qin Wushuang was not angry as he smiled: "Don’t pretend to be innocent. You were part of the plans to invade the Bai Yue. I don’t kill innocents, yet I would never let any criminals go. I will not kill any of your people, but I will not forgive you or the Second Martial Saint."
Mi Zhongheng turned his head and did not mind him. Although he was scared inwardly, he was the ruler of a country. He could not beg for forgiveness.
Of course, he was full of regret. He should not have listened to the Great Wu and should not have had such big ambitions in wanting to get the mineral resources at Bai Yue’s Lotus Flower Mountain.
In other words, all of this had originated from greed.
After ridiculing Mi Zhongheng with some words, Qin Wushuang suddenly raised the long whip from his hand and punched that giant bell with a strong force.
Dang!
The resonant sound of the bell emerged with a boom.
Another one, dang!
The use of Upper Sky Qi urged this giant bell ring out. Each time, the sound was as loud as the collapse of the mountain.
Initially, Mi Zhongheng’s face was pale. Next, unlimited blood red color like the rising tide had emerged in his face. His face had become as red as the drunk person.
Boom! With another sound, Mi Zhongheng could no longer hold back and let out a mouthful of blood.
With the Royal Palace on fire, the sound of the bell tower was loud and clear as a shaking mountain, the entire imperial capital became tumultuous. Everyone was spreading a shocking news: "The elite warrior has captured His Majesty."
Of course, Qin Wushuang was not making this move for ordinary people. His goal was those three Martial Saints. He knew that after these movements, it would be strange if they did not step out.
It was Qin Wushuang’s plan to make them make mistakes during their rush back.
At this moment, suddenly, Qin Wushuang stood up. He looked toward the direction of the Zhen Wu Holy Place with a determined look. He knew that those three had come again!