Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 667 Shocking Change at the Imperial Mausoleum!

The capital city, the Six Doors Department.

The dark gray buildings, which seemed to absorb all light, appeared particularly silent and somber today.

Inside the high walls, the oppressive atmosphere was almost tangible. Everyone who entered or left unconsciously slowed their footsteps and lowered their voices, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!"

A series of footsteps, far more hurried than before and even carrying a hint of barely concealed panic, suddenly shattered the deathly silence of the hall!

The one who returned was none other than Zhen Lei, the leader of the Four Great Constables who had just received his orders!
He left quickly, and returned even faster.

His tall body was slightly tense at this moment, and even through the ferocious beast-head silver mask, one could feel the disorder in his breathing and the turbulent waves in his eyes.

Shen Wujiu's gaze remained fixed on the sand table, without turning to look at Zhen Lei once. His voice was flat and emotionless:

"Anything else?"

He assumed that Zhen Lei had some doubts about the order he had just received.

Zhen Lei stopped a few steps behind Shen Wujiu, his breathing slightly heavy. He clasped his hands and bowed, even his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor of fear:

"Your Honor!"

"That Liang Jin, he..."

At this point, Zhen Lei paused slightly.

It was as if something was blocking his throat, or as if what he was about to report was so absurd and unbelievable that he needed to take a deep breath to continue.

Shen Wujiu's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, but he still asked calmly:
"Is he dead?"

"Could it be... that something strange has happened to his corpse?"

Shen Wujiu did not have high expectations for Liang Jin's body, as he knew that the real key might still be hidden in the mist of Burial Dragon Ridge.

Therefore, even if he ultimately fails to obtain Liang Jin's body, he won't care too much.

However, Zhen Lei's next words were like a thunderclap, suddenly striking the silent hall and also hitting Shen Wujiu's calm and composed mind!

"That Liang Jin... he... he not only didn't die! He actually... shattered the formation of over a thousand Imperial Guards!"

"Furthermore... he repelled both the First Guardian Commander and Sect Leader Yan Tingfeng! In the end... he even forced back and injured Eunuch Wang Jin!"

"He has already... he has already broken through the palace's encirclement! He is speeding northwards towards the capital!"

"Judging from his route and destination... he is clearly... going to pursue Prince Zhao Hongyi!!"

Shen Wujiu suddenly turned around!

That face, calm as a still well, unmoved even if Mount Tai were to collapse before it...

The first time in Zhen Lei's memory... he was deformed due to excessive shock!
An unbelievable light shone like an avalanche in his eyes, which were always as deep as a frozen pool!
His sharp, hawk-like eyes twitched violently with extreme horror!
"you……"

For the first time, the voice of the God of Catcher lost its all-controlling calm, carrying a hint of absurd doubt:

"Is what you said... really true?!"

Three of the world's top experts launched a combined attack!

The Imperial Guards' ironclad formation surged like a tide!

Especially Wang Jin!

That man who had been secretly vying with Shen Wujiu for decades, whose strength was as unfathomable as an abyss... the Ninth Prince!

actually……

They were repelled?!

It's still one!
A mere third-rank martial artist!
The impact of this news was no less than hearing about a landslide or earthquake.

boom--!
Countless thoughts raged and collided in Shen Wujiu's mind like a storm!

"How...how...did he...do that?!"

The God of Catcher's voice was deep, yet it seemed to contain immense power about to erupt!
Zhen Lei took a deep breath, trying to calm the shock in his heart, and replied:
"Liang Jin seems to have used a... bizarre and evil technique that has never been heard of before!"

"As long as you get within a certain range of him, regardless of your martial arts level, your heart will race out of control, reaching its limit, feeling as if a thousand needles are piercing your heart, causing unbearable pain, and your internal energy will dissipate and become unable to function normally!"

"Eunuch Wang and the others... suffered greatly because of this evil technique!"

Evil practices?

Heart rate loss of control within the range?
Shen Wujiu's brows furrowed tightly as he rapidly reviewed the secrets of the Six Doors and all the extraordinary skills and unorthodox techniques he knew of in the world, as if flipping through a book.

The secret records of martial arts throughout the world are as vast as the ocean!

He finished searching in an instant!
No!

No other martial art can possess such bizarre and unreasonable effects!

"Does such a martial art actually exist in this world... that allows a third-rank martial artist to directly repel, and even injure, multiple second-rank grandmasters?"

Shen Wujiu muttered to himself, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning, making his heart clench!

"Could it be..."

His eyes instantly became incredibly deep and horrified.

"grown ups!"

Zhen Lei's voice, tinged with anxious requests, interrupted his frantically expanding thoughts:

"My lord! Liang Jin is extremely vicious and has headed straight for His Highness the Prince! Should we immediately set out to protect His Highness's safety?"

Shen Wujiu forcibly suppressed the shockwave that was enough to overturn his understanding, and his gaze swept across Zhen Lei's cold beast face like a cold probe!

The instinct of the God of Catching Instantly Overcame All Horror!
He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the huge sand table.

"His Majesty is traveling north with the prince..."

Shen Wujiu's voice seemed to be wrapped in ancient, mysterious ice, each word carrying an indescribable chill and insight:
"They must have escaped..."

"There!"

The fingertip was precisely nailed to...

North of the capital!

A north-facing area, backed by a majestic mausoleum, shrouded in a deep gray region symbolizing the death of imperial power—

Emperor Taizu's Mausoleum!

He abruptly withdrew his finger!
As if afraid of being tainted by some misfortune!
“No need to go!”

The voice was resolute!

"grown ups?!"

The eyes beneath the thunder-suppressing mask suddenly widened in disbelief!
Why did the God of Arrest suddenly... give up now, when he had previously shown such interest in Liang Jin's corpse and secrets?

Even a strict order forbidding anyone from going there?

Just because... Liang entered the mausoleum of Emperor Taizu?
What exactly is hidden there that would make Lord Catcher so wary, even to the point of temporarily changing his entire plan?
"Pass the order..."

Shen Wujiu's voice regained its former iron-fisted control! It carried an undeniable, authoritative pressure:
"All the hawks, sentries, and constables of the Six Doors in the capital region must stay far away from the mausoleum of the founding emperor!"

A cold gaze fixed on Zhen Lei:

"Anyone who approaches without my personal order will be executed on the spot!"

Zhen Lei was filled with astonishment and doubt, but his deep-seated instinct for obedience made him clasp his hands in a gesture of respect and agree:

"I obey my orders!"

His departing figure seemed weighed down by lead.

Only Shen Wujiu remained, standing silently before the enormous sand table.

Those eyes were fixed intently on the area shrouded in a deep gray aura of the dead...

Imperial Mausoleum Area!

...............

The northern suburbs of Beijing.

Emperor Taizu's Mausoleum
Waaaaah!

The north wind blew incessantly, like a howl from the deepest hell, tearing at the ancient stone statues on both sides of the imperial mausoleum's sacred path, which had weathered the vicissitudes of time and resembled ferocious tomb-guarding demons!

A cloud of dust and withered leaves, like dried bones, filled the sky!
A convoy, escorted by light cavalry of the Imperial Guards and speeding at an unprecedented pace, rushed towards the depths of the mausoleum area along the sacred path that symbolized the final resting place of emperors, as if fleeing divine punishment!
Weary from their journey! Banners fluttering in the wind!
It lacks any imperial grandeur!
We only pursue the fastest speed!

The bright yellow imperial carriage in the center was swaying and rocking like a lone boat on a raging sea due to the bumps caused by its speed!

The Xuanjia soldiers belonging to the Imperial Mausoleum Guard along the way knelt down instantly like a tide when they saw the unique imperial carriage!
Head buried deep! Daring not to look up!
Only the cold blades occasionally reflected the afterimage of the swiftly moving imperial chariot!

The convoy headed straight for the inner wall of the mausoleum—the massive building that houses the spirit tablet of the founding emperor!
Dragon Head Offering Hall!

"Uu——!"

The driver abruptly brought the car to a stop!

The horse neighs loudly!

The choking dust hasn't settled yet!
The carriage door had been pushed open in a panic by the eunuchs!

A huge, obese body, dressed in a bright yellow robe with dragon patterns, stepped out of the carriage, almost being carried by two strong and powerful eunuchs.

Exactly...

The current emperor is Zhao Yu!
Following closely behind was a young man dressed in a prince's python robe, his face filled with fear.

Prince Zhao Hongyi!
Zhao Yu's obese body swayed precariously as he forced himself to look at the magnificent Hall of Worship before him, bathed in the pale winter sunlight yet exuding an aura of ancient stillness.

"Hongyi, you should still..."

Zhao Yu was breathing heavily, his voice dry and hoarse, as he looked at his son beside him, who was still in shock:
"Is this...your first time here?"

Zhao Hongyi swallowed hard, trying to recall, and answered:

“Father, it seems that when I was very young, before you were enfeoffed, we lived in the capital.”

“On one occasion, the royal family held a grand ancestral worship ceremony, and I think I accompanied Father Emperor to it once.”

"Your subject was even held by the eunuch and touched the bronze crane at the entrance of the palace."

He looked at the pair of lifelike bronze cranes at the entrance of the ancestral hall, which were covered with green rust from the erosion of time and wind and rain.

“Bronze Crane…yes…”

Zhao Yu's eyes glazed over for a moment, then were overwhelmed by a deeper weariness and fear:

"I am old, and my memory is getting very bad."

“My son is so clever; he still remembers things from more than 20 years ago clearly.”

He shook his obese head, which felt like a heavy water bag, his tone filled with a deep sense of dejection:

"Follow...follow me..."

"Enter the hall!"

The massive, heavy palace doors, seemingly separating two worlds, were pushed open with all their might by several strongmen!

Squeak! ...
The harsh friction was like opening a tomb door sealed by time!
A mixture of cold pine resin, old lacquered wood, and some indescribable, bone-chilling... damp and decaying smell wafted over me!

After Zhao Yu and his son entered the main hall, the hall doors closed behind them, completely isolating them from the outside world.

The interior of the hall was so vast and empty that it was breathtaking!

Huge golden nanmu pillars support the high dome, and the air is filled with the scent of old incense and the unique aroma of wood.

The walls are covered with exquisite murals depicting the great achievements of Emperor Taizu throughout his life, showcasing the majesty of the imperial family and the weight of history.

And in the deepest part.

A huge portrait, five zhang tall, hangs in the center of the entire hall!

On the portrait!
That person...

Clad in the Nine-Five Mysterious Armor! Wearing the Twelve-Tasseled Heaven-Pacifying Crown!
His face was as majestic as a god's! Solemn! Cold!
It carries an immortal sense of absolute control over life and death!

But the look in the eyes of that person in the portrait...

Not out of pity!

It seemed to be coldly observing... the decay and weakness of all future generations!

—Emperor Taizu! Zhao Wuji!
His gaze, like a tangible icicle, instantly pierced the already fragile nerves of Zhao Yu and his son!
Pfft!
Pfft!
Two bodies symbolizing the highest power on earth!

Faced with this absolute "ancestral" pressure, he involuntarily slammed his knees to the ground, knelt down, and performed the great kowtow!
His forehead rested against the cold, polished, mirror-like gold brick floor for a moment.

Zhao Hongyi was, after all, a young man, and the immense fear and suppressed doubts gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.

He couldn't help but slightly raise his sweat-dampened forehead, his voice trembling with tears:

"Father...Father! You brought me here...Could it be because of that traitor Liang Jin...that he wants me..."

"Kneel here forever...to atone with blood?!"

The last few words trembled so much they became incoherent.

"Liang... Jin?"

Zhao Yu's fat cheeks twitched suddenly, as if he had touched some extremely hot taboo.

Then it transformed into a profound expression, a mixture of resentment and a strange sense of relief!

"he?"

Zhao Yu's voice suddenly became extremely strange, a mixture of exhaustion, fear, and a hint of... barely perceptible, morbid coldness!

"from now on……"

"They can no longer... bother us."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongyi finally relaxed, instinctively assuming that Liang Jin had been surrounded and killed by experts from the palace.

Zhao Yu struggled to his feet. His gaze swept over the cold portrait and the pair of eyes that looked down upon all living beings, before slowly falling onto the smooth, gold-brick floor...

A section of floor tile engraved with a coiled dragon pattern.

His voice suddenly dropped to a very low hue, carrying a mysterious and even eerie tone:

"I have brought you here today to tell you... a secret that has been passed down orally among the emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty, and it concerns the greatest secret of my Zhao imperial family!"

"The true entrance to the underground palace of Emperor Taizu's tomb... is not outside the sealed tomb, but... right here in this ancestral hall!"

He pointed to the ground, his expression becoming incredibly complex:

"And I... just came out of there last night."

what? !

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hongyi was so shocked he almost jumped up, his eyes wide with disbelief!

After emperors were buried, the entrance to their underground palaces was completely sealed off using massive stones and quicksand to prevent the tombs from being robbed—this is common sense!

And his father, the reigning emperor, actually... went inside last night?

What was he going in there for?
What else could be in the underground palace besides the coffin of the founding emperor and his burial objects?
Is it...

Countless questions and a nameless fear instantly gripped Zhao Hongyi. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing the terrified look on his son's face, Zhao Yu was about to speak again and reveal the terrible secret—

suddenly!

"Waaaaah—!!"

Outside the ancestral hall, a fierce wind suddenly arose without warning!

The wind howled shrilly, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, instantly causing the doors and windows of the ancestral hall to shake violently, making a series of loud "bangs"!

Almost simultaneously, the imperial guards outside let out a shrill, terrified scream:

"Escort!!"

"There are assassins!!"

"Stop him!!!"

Zhao Hongyi was so frightened that he scrambled to the entrance of the main hall, yanked the door open a crack, and looked into the eyes of a startled deer!
They desperately peered outwards!

--wind!!
A violent, raging wind, like a torrent pouring from the underworld!

A massive, overwhelming attack swept in, causing the sacred dragon-headed shrine and solemn stone statues to spin wildly!

And in the eye of that storm that distorts heaven and earth!

A madman's shadow, stained with thick, dark blood, came as if it had broken through the abyss of hell!

Just as...

A terrifying speed that tears space apart!

Soaring through the air and riding the wind!

A whirlwind is approaching!

The others have not yet arrived.

That intense killing intent, so strong it seemed to condense into a tangible sea of ​​blood, had completely locked down this ancestral hall!

"Zhao! Hong! Yi—!!!!!!!!!"

A roar that shattered the heavens, filled with the endless resentment of the dead and the overwhelming blood feud, crashed into the hall:
"Kill! You've come!!!"

The last few words, carrying a ferocious will to destroy everything, slammed through Zhao Hongyi's fingers, forcing the heavy, several-inch-thick golden nanmu wood palace door...

He was violently blasted away!
"boom!!!"

It crashed deep into the hall!

Zhao Hongyi felt as if he had been struck in the chest by an invisible giant hammer! He let out a miserable howl!
His body flew backward like a rag doll! He crashed heavily into the solid golden pillar! Then he tumbled onto the cold, golden brick floor!
"Impossible...impossible...how could he still be alive...how could he..."

His eyes were filled with terror, and he uttered mutterings as if from a nightmare!

Upon hearing this voice, Zhao Hongyi was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale, devoid of any color!
It's Liang Jin!
It's that god of death!
He actually... fought his way out of the encirclement! He even chased them all the way to the mausoleum of the founding emperor!

How is this possible?! Is he a human or a ghost?!
Extreme fear instantly overwhelmed Zhao Hongyi.

In the blink of an eye!

Six top-tier imperial guards and dozens of expert tomb protectors!
Like a disturbed beehive! Roaring! With a desperate, all-or-nothing aura!
They attacked from all corners, surrounding and killing the tyrannical god in the wind!

In an instant!

A brutal massacre took place at the heart of this mausoleum, a symbol of the beginning and end of imperial power!

Exploded!

Roar! ! !
Clang! Clang! Clang!
puff!puff!puff!
A deafening explosion of flesh and bone colliding!
The sharp whistling sound of blades and sword energy tearing through the air!

The impact of the internal force exploding!
Blood gushed out! Limbs flew everywhere!
The dull thud of a human body being slammed against a stone statue by terrifying force, exploding into a bloody mist! ...

A cacophony of chilling sounds mingled together, like a thousand demons outside an ancient temple!

Howling!

It portrays the purest... cruelty!
The imperial tomb has been transformed into a bloody battlefield!

"Bang!!!!"

A massive palm strike forcefully broke through the outer, violent killing circle.
The fierce attack slammed towards the direction of the ancestral hall, aimed directly at the slumped figure beneath the cold gaze of the portrait of the founding emperor... the emperor and his son!
A deadly threat! It loomed over them in an instant!

"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

"Protect His Majesty and His Highness!"

At the entrance of the main hall, two of the strongest imperial guards, both of the third rank, were terrified, yet they still faithfully protected Zhao Yu and Zhao Hongyi, who were paralyzed with fear on the ground.

They frantically circulated all their internal energy, their bodies surging with energy, forming two thin yet resilient internal energy shields.

Like the last two walls of flesh and blood!
Insane expansion!

He barely managed to stand in front of Zhao Yu and his son! He exerted all his strength! He directly confronted that devastating palm strike!

"BOOM!!!!!!"

It was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting open inside the hall!
That palm strike, unleashing Liang Jin's furious rage, slammed fiercely into the two overlapping and intertwined qi shields!

The visible energy shock exploded like a cataclysmic tsunami!

“Crack!!!!”

Shield!

It only lasted for... a fraction of a second!

immediately……

It made a shattering sound, like glass falling to the ground, as if it were about to break under the weight!
The massive shockwave, like a tangible giant hammer, swept across indiscriminately!

"Boom! Rumble!"

"Splash! Snap!!!"

The towering camphor wood pillar! It emitted a deafening wail! It was riddled with cracks!

The exquisitely painted dragon dome collapsed with a deafening roar! Countless fragments rained down like a torrential downpour!

The dragon-patterned gold bricks, harder than iron, were torn apart, shattered, and flung away like withered, brittle fallen leaves!
A massive wall supporting the portrait of the founding emperor!
It was as if half of it had been touched away by an invisible giant hand!
The entire structure is magnificent! Solemn! Standing for decades as a symbol of the imperial spirit...

Dragon Head Offering Hall!

Under the devastating onslaught of this palm strike...

It has been reduced to ruins!
hum-

Dust filled the sky!

Gravel! Wood chips! Bricks and tiles! Mixed with the acrid smell of smoke and dust! It permeated everything!
After a few breaths of agonizing silence...

"Cough cough... cough cough cough!"

A violent cough tore through the thick dust!
At the heart of that terrifying ruin...

Two figures half-buried by rubble... Zhao Yu and Zhao Hongyi!
He was coughing violently! His whole body was trembling like a leaf!

them……

Still alive!

And in front of them!

On two... clumps of flesh and blood, completely unrecognizable as human remains, still clung to the silver-threaded python-patterned lining unique to the imperial guards!

At the critical moment...

The two guards used themselves as human shields to withstand the shockwave, giving Zhao Yu and his son a chance to survive.

And they themselves had already turned into these two puddles on the ground... filth with even their bones shattered into dust!
Immense fear! Like an icy sea overflowing! In an instant, it once again engulfed the father and son who had survived the ordeal!
Zhao Yu's obese body collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon!

Zhao Hongyi's eyes were glazed over! A strong, foul stench emanated from his groin!

I've already... lost control of my bladder!
And in the heart of that swirling smoke and dust!

A demonic figure!
The malevolent aura surrounding him almost solidified into a tangible, blood-red mist!

At his feet...

The corpses of countless imperial guards and tomb keepers...

Stray and disorderly!

Tendons broken and bones snapped!

incomplete!

So many guards and soldiers have all been slaughtered!

The battle is over, and there's only one person still standing!

The man stepped over the corpses, treading on blood, like a grim reaper, approaching the father and son!
"Liang Jin—!!!!"

Zhao Yu's voice was hoarse and trembling, sharp as a broken gong, mixed with extreme fear and an absurd anger!
"Have you gone crazy enough?! How long are you going to keep causing trouble?!"

He pointed with his fat finger at the demonic figure that emerged from the smoke and dust, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood from hell!
"She's just... a... a lowly! As insignificant as dust!! Not even worthy of being remembered!! A mere palace maid!!"

He tried to emphasize the unworthiness by using the huge disparity:

"What is she?! What's her life worth?! Is she worth risking everything for?! This immense wealth?! This once-in-a-lifetime bright future?! Your entire fortune and your life?!"

His voice almost cracked:

"As long as you're willing to give up!!"

A hideous glint of "magnanimity" squeezed out of his chubby face:
" confer upon a king of a different surname! Three states as fiefdoms! Is that enough?!"

"Gold Mountain! Jade Mountain! Divine Skill Manual! Divine Weapons from the Previous Dynasty!!"

"The most beautiful women in the world! You can choose any of the noble ladies of this dynasty! What if I send you a hundred at once?!"

His obese body leaned forward slightly with excitement, his finger pointing directly at Liang Jin who was approaching, his finger trembling slightly with excitement:
"I will give you anything!"

His voice suddenly rose! It carried the hysteria of an emperor and the deepest fear:
"Only!!!"

"My son is no good!!!"

"My only bloodline!!! The destined emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty!!! No!!!!"

"You! You insist on destroying my home!! Destroying the very foundation of the Great Qian Dynasty! Only then will you... be satisfied?!"

Liang Jin's feet!
Steady...

Stepping on the mud soaked with blood.

He slowly raised his drooping dragon arm, still dripping with the enemy's brains and bone fragments.

fingertip!

Pointing towards the limp figure below the dragon eyes of the only remaining half of the portrait of the founding emperor, that trembling mass reeking of urine...

Zhao Hongyi!
An absolute killing intent powerful enough to freeze one's soul and spirit.

Totally exploded!!!

Zhao Yu was struck dumb!

He suddenly kicked his son, who was lying limp and weak beside him!
"evil creature!!!"

"Hurry up and kneel down before Commander Liang...!!!"

"Kneel down and admit your mistake! Beg for forgiveness!!!"

Zhao Hongyi was slightly awakened by the kick; the chilling sensation of death jolted his instincts!
He crawled and knelt before Liang Jin!

Like wriggling maggots! Tears and snot streaming down his face! Utterly pathetic!
His forehead pounded wildly! Bang! Bang! Bang!!! against the cold, gold-brick floor stained with his own urine and blood!
A hoarse voice! A dying wail:
"Grandpa Liang... Grandpa!! My dear grandpa!! Spare me! Spare me!! It's my fault I deserve to die! It's my fault... I'm not human!!"

"I'm an animal! I'm worse than pigs and dogs, a piece of rotten mud!!"

"I...I was just being impulsive! I didn't mean to...yes, yes, yes! It was an accident! It was completely an accident!"

He was rambling incoherently:
"Please! Spare my worthless life! From now on... you'll be my ancestor! I'll be the mud under your feet! You can trample on me, scold me, whip me! You can do whatever you want!!!"

"As long as you calm down! Jinshan... no! The empire! Father! Give him half of the empire! Give him half, Father!!!"

He tried desperately to raise his head so that Liang Jin could see the "devout" remorse in his eyes.

Snapped!
A soft sound!
Liang Jin's next step...

They've already taken the first step!

His eyes remained completely expressionless! His gaze was cold and indifferent as he looked at the two of them.

Like... about to disgustingly stomp on two annoying...

Mole! insect!
A terrifying killing intent enveloped the father and son!

This includes not only Zhao Hongyi!
This also includes Zhao Yu!
Zhao Yu's swollen, fat eyelids twitched wildly!
An indescribable, immense fear instantly froze the blood in his body!
He looked at Liang Jin's eyes, devoid of any human emotion, as cold and icy as the deepest, most ancient pool of ice...

The Eye of Death!

A sudden realization dawned on me!
"You... madman!!"

Zhao Yu's voice was distorted by excessive fear:
"You! You! You! Could it be... even I..."

"You want to... kill them all too?!"

He finally ascended to the throne, enjoying supreme power and being worshipped by all.

Why would anyone... dare to plot against him?!

"emperor?"

Liang Jin's cold voice, seemingly emanating from the deepest abyss, rang out softly!
It carried a sense of... extreme mockery and utter contempt.

"Ho..."

His lips slowly, very slowly, parted into a crack that seemed to freeze the entire ruins in time.

"It's not like..."

hum!
His arm!

Muscles! Joints! Fascia! Even... scales!
In an instant, they all emitted a sound like a thousand powerful bows being drawn to their fullest extent; it was the roar of his body accumulating violent energy!

"...Never! Killed!"

boom! ! ! ! ! !

This seemingly casual yet earth-shattering statement!

Like detonating a million barrels of black powder buried underground!
moment!

It overturned the limits of Zhao Yu's entire understanding!

It shattered the last vestige of his imperial dignity!
"Kill...kill the lord..."

He suddenly remembered Wang Jin that night in the carriage...

Like the whispers of a demon...

The revelation...

Those four words:

"Liang Jin murdered the emperor!"

It reverberated wildly in his shattered mind!

it is true! !

This madman!

He! Really! Killed the emperor!!!

So……

He himself...

In his eyes!

And what else...?

They mustn't be killed!?!

Immense cold!
It instantly drained all of Zhao Yu's strength!
He collapsed like a lump of rotten fat onto the cold, sticky, blood-stained gravel!
Pupils dilated!

Even the last shred of will to resist or plead... has been completely extinguished!
suddenly--

"Liang Jin'er dares to do this!!!!!"

"stop--!!!!"

"Traitor, prepare to die!!!"

Three furious roars, accompanied by rolling thunder and lightning, streaked across the sky like meteors piercing the sun!

Like three thunderbolts, they struck the ruins of the imperial tomb!

Wang Jin! The First Upright Official! Yan Tingfeng!

Finally! We've arrived!!!

"The Factory Master! The First Commander! Sect Leader Yan!!"

"Quickly! Kill this madman who wants to kill the king! Quickly!!!"

Zhao Hongyi grasped at this last straw and let out a blood-curdling roar!

All the desire for life instantly returned!
however……

Liang Jin merely glanced at him coldly from the corner of his eye!
The three streaks of light rushing towards us were a considerable distance away...

There are still three hundred feet to go!
"Let's finish it."

Liang Jin's voice remained calm!
It's as if you're talking about something trivial!

His dragon arm, which had long been imbued with all the will for revenge and entangled with endless blood and resentment, was now brimming with power.

With the power to crush everything.

It was delivered with a bang!

It points directly to the Zhao Hongyi father and son, whose souls have been scattered!

It unleashed a terrifying fist aura that caused the entire ruins and even the air itself to collapse, distort, and disintegrate!
Break through the blood mist and smoke!
It roared away!

"His Majesty--!!"

"Your Highness—!!!"

Wang Jin and the other two were visibly furious!

Watching that fist energy, capable of almost shattering everything, roar as it swept towards that ant-like target!

Even though they had already given it their all!

Even though their speed is unparalleled in the modern era!

It's absolutely...too late!!!
Finished!

It's all over!!!
Right now!

"Uh... Hehehe... He..."

A very strange thing happened!
As if emerging from beneath eternal ice!
It also seemed as if it had been forcibly squeezed out from the deepest crevice of the Netherworld...

A chilling laugh that is not human!

From...underground!
Suddenly it started seeping out!!!

Next!

A terrifying pressure filled with endless ancient decay and the most evil and malevolent energy!
It looks so real!!!

A deafening roar erupted from the deepest part of the collapsed and cracked core of the ancestral hall!
It erupted!

It's spreading rampantly!
"BOOM!!!!!!!!"

One sound!
More terrifying and devastating than Liang Jin's fist strike!

Liang Jin's fist was about to completely tear Zhao Yu and his son apart!

A mere instant, less than a thousandth of a second!
From beneath their bodies... the crumbling, cracked gold brick ground exploded!
A massive beam of energy, thick and dark green like magma, emanated a power that could corrupt and suffocate even the soul.

Like a seed of sin that has been suppressed for countless years, it finally breaks free from its shell!

It forcefully shattered Liang Jin's devastating punch!

The residual energy turbulence swept over Zhao Yu and his son, blowing their hair into a disheveled mess!
The rubble and broken bricks fell like a torrential rain, but were kept out by the evil beam of light!
Zhao Yu and his son were completely unharmed!
"What!?!!"

Liang Jin's pupils constricted sharply! The hairs on his body stood on end!

That fist energy was powerful enough to smash through the city wall head-on!

I was actually affected by this...

The evil power that suddenly emerged from the ground easily... crushed them?!

"This power..."

The power surging from the ground was far beyond his comprehension!
This is power that no second-grade Grandmaster could possess!

This is definitely... a higher level, a more terrifying power!

Along with this terrifying power came a chilling gaze from the depths of the earth!
That gaze seemed to penetrate the thick layers of earth and rock, locking onto Liang Jin with unerring accuracy.

The moment he was locked onto that gaze, Liang Jin felt a chill run down his spine to the top of his head, his hair stood on end, and his scalp tingled!
A tremendous sense of fear, stemming from his life instincts and like facing a natural enemy, instantly gripped his heart!
"This feeling……"

This feeling of being gazed upon from the depths of the earth by some unfathomable being suddenly brought back to Liang Jin a memory of an experience he had almost forgotten:

When he fell into the depths of the Kui Abyss to seize the Reincarnation Embryo, he also felt a similar, blurry gaze from the endless depths of the earth!
The depths of the Kui Abyss are unknown, seemingly leading straight to the deepest hell; those within it feel as insignificant as ants.

The gaze at that time was magnificent and ethereal, like a god looking down upon all living beings, which aroused awe.

Although the gaze at this moment was far less vast and magnificent than that in the Kuiyuan Abyss, it was so real.

It was also filled with coldness, deathly silence, and a malice that wanted to devour his soul!
He suddenly recalled the legend of Kuiyuan!

Emperor Taizu of the Great Qian Dynasty, insatiable in his greed, forced himself to venture deep into the Kuiyuan Abyss to uncover its secrets.

This ultimately led to the eruption of poisonous miasma, turning Burial Dragon Ridge into a dead zone, and causing tens of thousands of people to lose their lives due to his greed.

Countless clues and fragments of legends collided and pieced together wildly in Liang Jin's mind!
A startling and terrifying conjecture, like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, suddenly illuminated his thoughts!

His pupils contracted sharply to the size of pinpoints as he stared in horror at the fissure in the ground below, still radiating dark energy:
"Could it be..."

(End of this chapter)