Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

"On the contrary, if he falls from power, the internal factions of the Federation will inevitably fall into infighting and become a disorganized mess."

Lu Jun's tone became serious:

"Especially considering the potential abyss crisis in the future, we need a powerful federation capable of mobilizing the entire nation's strength. From this perspective, Emperor Xu's reign is indeed the optimal solution."

Leng Yulai continued:
"However, the premise is that he can weather this political storm safely."

“There’s no need to worry too much about that.” Lu Jun’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. “Based on my understanding of Emperor Xu, he is absolutely capable of handling all of this.”

"Oh? You're so sure? Tell me about it." Leng Yulai leaned closer, her face full of curiosity.

Lu Jun took a sip of coffee, his eyes sharp, but his tone was as calm as if stating a fact:
"It's very simple. If I were in that position... the most direct and effective way to deal with those stubborn political enemies who try to challenge authority would be to make them disappear completely."

He paused and added:

"Xu Tiandi's style of doing things can be compared to Xu Tianran from ten thousand years ago. He will never be soft-hearted in order to achieve his goals and consolidate his power."

Upon hearing this, the living room fell silent for a moment. The women exchanged glances, a knowing look flashing in their eyes.

They all knew that Lu Jun's words were by no means alarmist.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Federal Headquarters building, the circular council chamber that symbolized supreme power and decision-making had been transformed from a solemn meeting place into a bloody slaughterhouse.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, and the ground, walls, and even the badges hanging high above were splattered with sticky blood.

Corpses, some mutilated and others with expressions of terror, lay scattered on the ground. In life, they were powerful and influential members of parliament, but now they were just gradually cooling souls.

At the heart of this hellish scene, Emperor Xu Tian sat peacefully in his wheelchair.

He leaned steadily on the old-fashioned cane with one hand, while the other hand hung naturally at his sides, warm drops of blood still dripping from his fingertips.

Blood inevitably stained his expensive speaker's uniform and his slightly pale cheeks, but this did not diminish his imposing presence. Instead, it made him look like a god of war who had just returned from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, exuding a suffocating domineering aura and a chilling killing intent.

He remained expressionless, his cold gaze sweeping over the horrific scene before him, as if it had nothing to do with him, or perhaps it was all a masterpiece he had orchestrated.

Before him, the remaining dozen or so members of parliament huddled together in a corner, trembling like frightened quails.

Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes filled with extreme fear, and they didn't even have the courage to meet Xu Tiandi's gaze.

"Xu... Emperor Xu!"

One of the more senior councilors, a member of a collateral branch of the Xu family, mustered his last bit of courage and shouted in a trembling voice.

"You...you've gone too far! Don't forget, a mere speaker can't...can't just do whatever he wants in the Federation! You're making an enemy of the entire council!"

Xu Tiandi pushed the wheelchair forward slowly, moving it a short distance. The metal wheels rolled over the pool of blood, making a soft, sticky sound.

He looked down at the group of disheveled congressmen, his voice not loud, but carrying a cold, penetrating power that clearly reached everyone's ears:

"A mere council speaker? What if I possessed absolute power that you could never contend with?"

His gaze, like a cold probe, swept over the terrified faces one by one.

"Now, who among you wants to impeach me?"

"Pfft!"

Several people immediately succumbed to the immense psychological pressure, their legs buckled, and they knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, pledging their loyalty.

"Your Excellency Speaker! We...we support you! We have no ulterior motives! We have always supported you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We never agreed to the impeachment motion! It was...it was them who forced us to!" However, a few people, perhaps relying on their family background or perhaps hoping for the best, remained silent despite their pale faces.

Among them, the core member of the Xu family who claimed to be Xu Tiandi's "second uncle" roared, his voice filled with bravado but his heart was filled with fear:

"Emperor Xu! Don't forget, I'm your second uncle! In terms of seniority..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because Emperor Xu Tian made a move.

A terrifying phantom of a dragon claw, covered in purple scales and wreathed in an aura of destruction, appeared before him in an instant and slapped him hard across the face with irresistible force.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, the "second uncle" didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing through the specially reinforced wall of the council hall and disappearing from everyone's sight amidst a cloud of dust and rubble.

Only a string of blood droplets falling from the sky proved that he once existed.

Their fate is unknown... no, they are almost certainly dead!

Emperor Xu slowly withdrew the illusory dragon claw, his gaze returning to the remaining councilors. His tone remained calm, yet carried a chilling intensity that seemed to freeze the soul:
"Who else?"

"Who else supports continuing to impeach me?"

silence.

Deathly silence.

The next second, all the remaining members of parliament, regardless of their previous stance, scrambled to their feet like cats whose tails had been stepped on, their voices trembling as they swore allegiance:

"We swear to support Speaker Xu Tiandi to the death!"

"There is absolutely no intention to impeach!"

"The entire parliament is of one mind and will follow the Speaker's lead!"

Emperor Xu looked indifferently at the group of politicians at his feet who were behaving so disgracefully, without any joy of victory on his face, as if all of this was just a matter of course.

"Since you've all agreed,"

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "agree," with a strong sense of sarcasm.

"Then, I will continue to serve as Speaker of the Federal Parliament."

He pushed his wheelchair, slowly turning it towards the exit, leaving behind a final utterance that chilled all the legislators to the bone:
"Zero votes for impeachment... It seems I appreciate your trust. Rest assured, I, Emperor Xu, will not betray your trust."

Having said that, he ignored the group of ashen-faced, their expressions a mix of fear, humiliation, and lingering dread among the members of parliament behind him. He pushed his wheelchair alone, crushing the pool of blood, and calmly left the hell on earth that he had created with his own hands.

The sound of the wheelchair wheels echoed in the empty, quiet corridor, gradually fading into the distance.

Inside the parliament hall, the members of parliament who had narrowly escaped death looked at each other, their bodies ice-cold.

Impeachment with zero votes?

Bullshit!

This is clearly the most blatant form of coercion by force!

It's a bloody dictatorship!
However, they only dared to roar these words in their hearts, and no one dared to voice the slightest dissent.

Emperor Xu Tian used the most direct and bloody method to declare his power unshakeable. (End of Chapter)