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

However, the three innate masters who were "extremely powerful" in Kangxi's eyes were, in the perception of Wei Xiaobao's projection body at this moment, like three ants baring their fangs and claws.

His "gaze" swept across, and in an instant he could clearly see the cultivation levels of the three people. The gray-robed old man blocking Kangxi had a slightly stronger aura, probably at the peak of the second level of the Innate Realm.

The black-robed and blue-robed elders who rushed at them were only at the initial stage of the first or second level of the Innate Realm.

Such strength is remarkable for someone who has cultivated both internal and external skills and has reached the fourth level of the "Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill".

For Wei Xiaobao, whose real combat strength is comparable to or even surpasses that of an ordinary late-stage innate master, this projection is nothing to worry about.

He has never stopped cultivating in the past two years, and his progress in strength far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine. This is the source of his confidence to go to the meeting alone and confront Kangxi in the end.

Faced with the attack from the two retainers, the projected Wei Xiaobao did not even flinch.

He didn't stop walking. Just as the black-robed old man struck his face with a palm and the blue-robed old man poked his ribs with a finger, he casually raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and a faint golden "Diamond Inner Force" flowed in his palm, and his muscles and bones emitted a slight hum.

Dragon Claw Hand, one of the 72 Shaolin Arts.

This move was swift, accurate, and ruthless.

They arrived first despite starting later.

As if piercing through space and ignoring the two men's fierce attacks, it appeared directly at their vital necks.

The two elders, one in black robes and the other in blue robes, felt a blur before their eyes as an irresistible and overwhelmingly terrifying force instantly gripped their throats.

That power not only contained fierce and unrestrained strength, but also carried a majestic and domineering, strange pressure that seemed to be able to suppress everything, causing the innate true energy in their bodies to stagnate instantly and become malfunctioning.

"Uh." "Pfft."

The two men couldn't even put up a decent resistance, only letting out two short groans and the soft sound of bones breaking.

The projected Wei Xiaobao slightly clenched his five fingers, then flicked them outwards.

With two loud bangs, the two innate elders, one in black robes and the other in blue robes,

Like two tattered sacks, they were flung far away, crashing heavily against the walls and pillars of the Imperial Study. Their bones were broken, tendons were snapped, blood gushed from their mouths, their eyes bulged out, and they were already lifeless.

From the moment the attack was made to the moment of death, it was only a breath away.

"What?"

The gray-robed old man who was standing in front of Kangxi was terrified when he saw this.

He didn't even see how Wei Xiaobao made his move before two of his colleagues, whose strength was roughly equal to his own, were killed.

The difference in strength is like heaven and earth.

He knew he was no match for the emperor, but he had no choice but to obey.

"You thief, prepare to die!"

Knowing he was no match, the gray-robed old man had no choice but to grit his teeth, muster all his strength, and unleash his ultimate technique with both palms, charging towards Wei Xiaobao with a fierce and devastating aura.

They were trying to buy Kangxi a chance to escape or call for help.

Without even glancing at the projected image, Wei Xiaobao lightly struck out with his left palm, seemingly slowly but with perfect precision, striking the center of the gray-robed old man's palms with all his might.

The Prajna Palm, one of the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin.

The palm strike is subtle and restrained, balanced and peaceful, yet it contains an indestructible and supreme power.

"Click."

"ah."

The gray-robed elder felt an indescribable, immense force, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on his arms, instantly destroying all his defenses and true energy.

His arm bones shattered inch by inch, his chest cavity collapsed, and he was sent flying backward as if he had been hit head-on by a charging bull, spitting out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He crashed through half of the screen, fell into a pool of blood, twitched twice, and then died.

He also "went to see his great-grandmother".

In the blink of an eye, the three imperial guards whom Kangxi relied on as his last line of defense all perished.

The projected Wei Xiaobao didn't even move a step, only casually making two moves.

Apart from the sporadic sounds of fighting between the Yangzhou guards and the remaining Kangxi personal guards, the Imperial Study was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this terrifying scene.

Kangxi was ashen-faced and ice-cold, standing stiffly in front of the dragon throne, too exhausted to even flee.

The projection of Wei Xiaobao walked step by step to the dragon throne, looking down at the dejected Kangxi who was slumped on the throne.

Then he stretched out his right hand and, as if picking up a chick, easily grabbed the front of Kangxi's bright yellow dragon robe.

They lifted him off the large, heavy dragon throne.

The once-powerful young emperor, now trembling in the hands of Wei Xiaobao's projected form, was as light as a feather.

His eyes were filled with boundless fear, humiliation, and a trace of utter despair.

"Little Xuanzi,"

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao looked at the pale-faced, trembling Kangxi in his hands, his voice calm and utterly emotionless.

"I've said it before, I won't kill you this time. But the Qing Dynasty's fate is sealed. This Forbidden City, this vast land, should also change hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, carrying Kangxi, to face the remaining, dumbfounded guards inside and outside the Imperial Study, and the palace guards who had rushed over upon hearing the news but dared not step forward.

He spoke in a loud voice, his tone like the clang of metal on metal, carrying far and wide:

"Kangxi is tyrannical, suspicious of loyal officials, and seeks to harm this city lord. From this day forward, Yangzhou shall declare itself independent. This city lord, by the mandate of Heaven, shall rule the land."

The announcement, like a thunderclap, resounded over the ancient Forbidden City.

This also officially ushered in a new era of changing hands and fierce competition among heroes.

The former Qing emperor Kangxi became his first and most illustrious "trophy" and "witness" in proclaiming his authority.

The atmosphere within the imperial city was oppressive and chilling, with a palpable sense of impending doom.

The projected figures of Wei Xiaobao and Zhao Yun, along with dozens of other guards, having just stormed out of the blood-soaked imperial study, where the sounds of battle were deafening and the bloodstains were still fresh, had taken Emperor Kangxi hostage.

They were then surrounded by the Imperial Guards who rushed to the scene and were trapped in the square in front of the Qianqing Palace.

At a glance, the surrounding area was a dark mass, with swords and spears like a forest and arrows gleaming coldly. There were more than 20,000 elite imperial guards who had completely surrounded the area, making it impossible for even a fly to escape.

Further away, more torches and troops could be vaguely seen being mobilized.

The entire Forbidden City has been thoroughly alarmed, like a hornet's nest that has been poked open.

Faced with such a desperate situation, the projection of Wei Xiaobao showed no panic whatsoever, not even a ripple in his expression.

He casually tossed the trembling, pale-faced Kangxi, who was like a chick in his hand, to Zhao Yun, who was covered in blood but whose eyes remained fierce and resolute.

He gave the order in a deep voice:

"Kangxi is in your hands now. I'm keeping a close eye on him. If anyone dares to make a move, or if he tries anything funny, I'll cut off one of his fingers the first time."

The second time, cut off an arm;

The third time was a leg;

As for the fourth time…” He paused, his tone so calm it sent a chill down one’s spine.

"Just move the heads directly, no need to hesitate."

These words, though spoken softly, carried clearly throughout the silent square.

The news reached the ears of every officer and soldier of the Imperial Guard, the princes and ministers who rushed to the scene, and Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang, who had just arrived surrounded by her.

"hiss."

A chorus of gasps filled the air.

This blatant, cruel, and direct threat is aimed at the current emperor.

This is utterly outrageous and lawless.