If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

Zhao Yu ignored the terrified envoys from various countries.

He walked step by step toward the dragon throne.

Each step was taken with extreme steadiness, as if stepping on everyone's heartbeats.

The killing intent in the hall did not dissipate; instead, it became even more concentrated, pressing down entirely on the man who looked exactly like him.

Zhao Yu trembled even more violently, and a foul stench even emanated from his crotch.

"Beggar... no! Your Majesty, I hereby abdicate the throne to you completely. You are the true Emperor!"

When he heard that the protagonist was going to be an enemy of the world, he knew that the Sakura Kingdom's plan had failed.

I thought that with Zhao Yu's benevolence, he would choose to die to protect the people of Liang, given that death was the only option.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yu had such courage to choose to accept the siege of all the countries in the world!

Just as Zhao Yu was only ten steps away from the dragon throne.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Outside the hall, a series of heavy footsteps, as deep as mountains, approached from afar.

The sound wasn't loud, but it made everyone in the hall's heart skip a beat.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying and suffocating pressure of internal force, like an invisible tsunami, instantly enveloped the entire Xuanzheng Hall.

The official, whose cultivation level was low, collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

Even Shen Miaochu felt a tightness in her chest, and the flow of her internal energy became sluggish.

This oppressive aura far surpassed that of any Celestial Realm expert she had ever encountered!

Zhao Yu stopped in his tracks, his muscles tensing instantly.

So strong!

A strong, powerful voice came from outside the hall, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"It's only been a month since I left, but Xuanzheng Hall is already quite lively."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly, imposing middle-aged man, dressed in a four-clawed dragon robe, strode into the hall.

His face was rugged, and his eyes shone brightly when he opened and closed. He was none other than Qian Batian, the Prince of Zhennan, who had been guarding the southern border for many years and previously commanded a million-strong army!

"uncle!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Yu, who had been in despair, was like a drowning man grasping at the last piece of driftwood, his eyes bursting with wild joy.

He scrambled off the dragon throne, pounced at Qian Batian's feet, and grabbed his robes tightly.

"Uncle, help me! Uncle, look! This beggar is fake! He's an imposter!"

Zhao Yu, tears streaming down his face, pointed at Zhao Yu, his voice trembling with grief.

The appearance of Qian Batian has made the situation, which had just been reversed, unpredictable once again.

Wang Zhang and the other ministers who had just pledged their loyalty were now on tenterhooks again.

Everyone knows that Qian Batian, the Prince of Zhennan, is the strongest backer that even the late emperor had to rely on!

Qian Batian ignored Zhao Yu at his feet. His mountain-like gaze swept across the entire scene, finally landing on Zhao Yu and the domineering and incomparable phantom of the Primordial Dragon behind him.

He lingered on the illusory figure for a moment, his face revealing neither joy nor anger, then burst into loud laughter.

"Interesting. I didn't expect that I would have gained a nephew while I was away for a month."

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Zhao Yu became extremely anxious and blurted out his words without thinking.

"Uncle! He's a fake! He's just a filthy beggar! This filthy beggar not only stole my throne, but also... he even defiled my aunt!"

"He was having an affair with Madam Sun; I witnessed it with my own eyes!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the court.

Wearing a green hat is a great disgrace!

No man could stand it.

The Sakura Kingdom envoy's eyes lit up, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for turning the tide. He immediately stepped forward and bowed in agreement.

"Your Majesty, Zhennan, please be wise! This traitor has impersonated the emperor and defiled the palace; his crimes are unforgivable! Our Ying Kingdom is willing to assist Your Majesty in purging the court of corrupt officials and restoring order!"

"We are also willing to assist the Prince of Zhennan!"

Other missions have expressed their support.

They could clearly see that the Prince of Zhennan was the true pillar of the Great Liang Dynasty. With just a word from him, the so-called Origin Dragon Bloodline would be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Shen Miaochu's expression changed slightly, her hand already on the hilt of her sword, her whole body on alert.

Meng Qing clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, and looked at Zhao Yu with a worried expression.

Zhao Yu's expression remained calm, showing no sign of emotion.

However, the true energy within his body, three hundred times greater than that of an ordinary Celestial Realm cultivator, had already begun to circulate wildly, ready to strike at any moment.

He could always sense that the Prince of Zhennan in front of him was very dangerous.

Thirty years ago, he was hailed as the number one person below the level of a terrestrial immortal. Now, his strength is unfathomable.

I'm afraid I'm no match for him.

After listening to Zhao Yu's tearful account, Qian Batian remained silent for a moment.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, awaiting his verdict.

Suddenly, he raised his hand.

The Sakura envoy wore a smug smile, and Zhao Yu's eyes were filled with the pleasure of revenge.

They all thought that Qian Batian was about to make a move against Zhao Yu.

The next second!

"boom!"

A loud bang!

Qian Batian's large, fan-like hand landed solidly on Zhao Yu's chest!

Zhao Yu was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing through three dragon-carved pillars before falling heavily to the ground.

He opened his mouth and spat out a large cloud of blood mist, mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his sternum collapsed into a terrifying arc.

"Uncle... Uncle?!"

Zhao Yu's eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening before his eyes, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

The smile on the Sakura Kingdom envoy's face froze.

The jaws of the members of the various diplomatic missions nearly dropped to the floor.

No one expected that the first thing the Prince of Zhennan did upon returning to the capital was to personally cripple his own nephew!

Qian Batian didn't even glance at Zhao Yu on the ground, and spoke coldly, his voice echoing throughout the hall.

"Colluding with the Sakura Kingdom, betraying the territory of the Great Liang, and secretly communicating with foreign enemies, such traitors deserve to be punished by everyone."

He turned his head, his mountain-like gaze pressing down on the envoy from the Sakura Kingdom.

"You signed an alliance with the Sakura Kingdom, ceding the three prefectures of Yun, Yan, and Dai, all for the sake of reclaiming the throne. Do you even deserve to be the ruler of my Great Liang?"

The Sakura envoy's face turned deathly pale instantly, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"Prince Zhennan! This is slander! My Ying Kingdom and the Second Prince are merely engaged in normal diplomatic relations!"

"diplomatic relations?"

A cold glint flashed in Qian Batian's eyes.

"Then why did your three thousand samurai from Sakura Kingdom take over the defense of the imperial city?"

Tread-tap-

Outside the hall, the sound of armor clashing in unison rose, and an aura of iron-blooded killing intent surged into the sky.

Before anyone knew it, the entire imperial city had been firmly controlled by the army of the Prince of Zhennan.

Seeing the situation was turning against them, the delegations from various countries retreated hastily, trying to distance themselves from the Sakura Kingdom's envoys.

"This matter has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, yes, we don't know anything!"

The Sakura envoy's face turned ashen; he knew that things could not be resolved amicably today.

He gave a low shout to a voluptuous woman from Japan beside him: "Let's go!"

The woman's figure swayed, and white smoke appeared out of thin air. She disappeared from the spot as the white smoke dissipated.

Sakura Country Ninjutsu!