Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

"Kill! Kill! For Lord Wei!"

"The emperor is heartless, so don't blame us for being unjust."

"Let's fight them."

At Zhao Yun's command, all the dozens of guards who had followed Wei Xiaobao from Yangzhou into the Forbidden City...

Whether inside the imperial study or standing guard outside the door or under the corridor, there was no longer any hesitation or struggle.

Their eyes flashed with a fierce light of shared hatred and a desperate madness, and they roared in unison, drawing their swords fiercely.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The rapid sounds of swords being drawn, like popping beans, instantly drowned out all other sounds.

These Yangzhou guards were elite soldiers carefully selected by Wei Xiaobao and trained for two years using the "Iron Shirt" and "Golden Bell" martial arts techniques.

Many of them had already achieved a certain level of skill in external martial arts, making them far stronger than ordinary guards.

At this moment, under Zhao Yun's leadership, they were even more determined to die.

His first move was a ruthless, life-or-death attack, as he relentlessly lunged at the bewildered and timid guards of Emperor Kangxi.

In an instant, the once solemn and dignified imperial study was transformed into a bloody and chaotic battlefield.

The sounds of flashing swords, roars, screams, breaking bones, and clashing weapons filled the air.

Hot blood splattered onto the carved beams and painted rafters, the bright yellow curtains, and even the memorials on the emperor's desk in the imperial study, a shocking sight.

A strong stench of blood instantly filled the air.

"They've rebelled! They've all rebelled! Zhao Yun, what benefits did you receive from the projection of Wei Xiaobao?"

How dare you cause trouble before my throne?

This is a heinous crime that could lead to the extermination of nine generations of your family.

The entire family will be executed; not a single one will escape.

Emperor Kangxi witnessed this sudden and bloody rebellion, during which his trusted imperial guard commander, Chen Dazhen, was publicly beheaded.

The loyal guards were slaughtered like vegetables.

He was so angry that he trembled all over and his face turned ashen.

Pointing at the chaotic crowd, he roared and threatened at the top of his lungs.

He attempted to intimidate these "rebels" with the authority of the emperor and the law.

However, his words seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

Zhao Yun and the others had long since disregarded their own lives.

Or rather, they had already bound their own and their families' fates firmly to the projection of Wei Xiaobao.

Kangxi's threats only fueled their ferocity.

"Brothers, kill all these lackeys! Protect Lord Wei!"

"For Lord Wei's sake, killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus."

Zhao Yun fought valiantly, like a mad tiger, ignoring Kangxi's furious roars.

He just kept roaring, trying to boost morale, and leading his men in a frenzied battle.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to fight his way out for his lord.

As for the consequences? From the moment the decision was made to draw the sword, there were no consequences, only life or death.

Since the killing began and the stench of blood filled the air, the projection of Wei Xiaobao stood quietly in the center of the imperial study, his face remaining calm and undisturbed.

It was as if the carnage before him, this rebellion that determined the lives of countless people, had nothing to do with him.

He simply watched quietly as Zhao Yun and the others fought desperately.

Seeing Kangxi's shock and anger, seeing the Imperial Study, a symbol of supreme power within the Forbidden City, turn into a slaughterhouse.

Only when Kangxi issued another threat did he finally speak slowly, his voice carrying a strange penetrating power, clearly reaching the ears of every Yangzhou guard who was fighting, and piercing Kangxi's heart like an ice pick.

"Brothers, fight with confidence, don't worry about anything."

From the moment I, Wei Xiaobao, decided to step into the Forbidden City, I was no longer an unprepared brute.

Your relatives and family members, whether they are in the capital or Yangzhou, will be met and accommodated by someone.

I have already made arrangements, and they will not be implicated. The blood you shed today will not have been shed in vain.

These words were like heavenly music to Zhao Yun and the other Yangzhou guards, a powerful stimulant in their desperate situation.

The reason they fought so desperately was not only because of their loyalty to Wei Xiaobao, but also because deep down they were afraid and guilty about the fate of their families.

Hearing his lord's personal promise that a way out had already been arranged, the last trace of worry in his heart vanished, replaced by even more fervent gratitude and a determination to die.

"Haha, hahaha, Lord Wei has treated us so well, it's like giving us a second life. Today, we'll risk our lives to protect him."

"Lord Wei, we swear to follow you to the death."

"Kill, for Lord Wei, I will die without regret."

Zhao Yun and his men roared with rage, their eyes burning with fury. Their movements became even more ferocious, their attacks even more frenzied. In a short time, they forced the Kangxi Emperor's personal guards, who outnumbered them, into a retreat with heavy casualties.

Kangxi stared dumbfounded at the tragic scene before him, where blood flowed like a river and his side was at a disadvantage. His confidence as an emperor in controlling everything was rapidly collapsing.

He suddenly saw that after the projection of Wei Xiaobao finished speaking, he stopped watching and instead started walking towards the direction where his Qing Emperor was, with a cold expression.

A chill instantly shot from the soles of Kangxi's feet to the top of his head.

He was horrified to realize that the "Xiao Bao" who used to call him brother now had eyes as cold as ice, looking at him with only the indifference one would show to a stranger, and even a trace of pity.

"Wei Xiaobao! What do you think you're doing? How dare you murder the emperor? Guards! Protect the emperor! Quickly, protect the emperor!"

Emperor Kangxi was so frightened that he staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against the cold dragon throne, letting out a terrified scream.

He subconsciously looked at the huge golden lacquered screen with coiled dragons behind the throne.

"Little Xuanzi, there's no need to call out. Those three old fellows hiding behind your screen can't protect you."

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao kept walking, his tone calm, yet carrying an air of unwavering certainty.

He then changed the subject.

Although you attacked me first today, we have already fallen out.

But out of consideration for our past brotherhood, I, Wei Xiaobao, will spare your life this time.

"How...how did you know?"

Upon hearing this, Kangxi's eyelids twitched violently, and he was utterly horrified.

The three imperial guards hiding behind the screen were his last trump card against Wei Xiaobao today. It was a top secret, so how could Wei Xiaobao possibly know?

It was as if to confirm Wei Xiaobao's words, and also to protect the panicked emperor.

"Boy, you're spouting nonsense! Prepare to die!"

"Dare to disturb His Majesty, or die."

"Protect the Emperor."

Three aged yet powerful shouts rang out almost simultaneously from behind the dragon-patterned screen.

Immediately afterwards, three figures appeared as if by magic.

A man dressed in a gray cloth robe, with a withered face and sinister eyes, moved swiftly and stood in front of Kangxi, protecting him behind him.

The other two, one in a black robe and the other in a blue robe, were both in their fifties or sixties. Their temples bulged, their eyes gleamed, and their figures moved like lightning. One from the left and one from the right, carrying sharp whooshing sounds and surging innate true energy, they rushed straight toward the projected body of Wei Xiaobao who was closing in step by step.

The palm wind howled, and the finger force tore through the air, revealing an extremely profound level of martial arts skill.

These three were imperial retainers whom Emperor Kangxi had supported for many years, and each of them was a true "innate expert".

In the martial arts world, they would all be top-tier masters capable of establishing their own sects and dominating their respective regions.

In Kangxi's view, with these three retainers around, it would be enough to suppress any unexpected situation, and capturing or even killing Wei Xiaobao should be no problem.