Deposed? I couldn't be happier! I wouldn't even be a dog to the crown prince.

Li Shimin's trembling voice pierced through the highest-level encrypted frequency band.

A deathly silence lingered in the cold air of the hall.

These words were like an icy wind that had stood for millennia, instantly freezing Wu Zetian's movements.

Her right hand, which had been hovering a micrometer above the red button, froze completely in mid-air in that instant.

The charged blue light on my fingertips flickered at a high frequency.

It emits a faint, piercing whistle.

But she could no longer press down even the slightest bit of physical distance.

Beads of sweat slowly seeped from her forehead, tracing the delicate contours of her cheeks before landing with a soft thud on the control panel in front of her.

The various fans in the computer room were still running at full speed.

But in Wu Zetian's auditory world, all the sounds around her began to fade away rapidly.

All that remained was Li Shimin's heavy, desperate, and sticky breathing.

"One hundred thousand... the future offspring of the Tang Dynasty..."

Her beautiful lips moved slightly, and her usually cool voice took on a rare hint of hoarseness.

Above the screen, the coordinates of the abandoned air-raid shelter in Gangnam Province, which had been locked in place, suddenly lit up with a layer of dark red honeycomb-shaped defense netting.

That was a deadlock Trojan horse hidden at the very bottom of the illegal helmet hardware.

They forcibly tore open an irreparable logical wound in the underlying logic of the Tian Shu system.

"Ha! Imperial power? Imperial seal? In the face of the algorithms of the new era, your outdated privileges are too weak even to be of any use!"

Accompanied by a sharp technical noise.

The holographic spectrum in the center of the hall began to distort and deform violently.

Finally, a gigantic projection, several meters tall.

It crashed down with a thud right in front of the temporary desk in the Taiji Hall.

The man was dressed in a tattered yet luxurious Shu brocade outfit.

Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders.

It was none other than the eldest son of the Wang family from Taiyuan, hiding underground in Jiangdu, his face contorted with a sickly pallor.

His holographic face was magnified several times.

Each of the protruding blood vessels on it has a dark, dynamic color.

His eyes were even torn from excessive excitement, with dried blood hanging from them.

The remnants of the Jiangnan forces, facing utter desperation, overturned the table, triggering a deadlock protocol at the system's core.

"Li Shimin! Don't you like to use cannons to physically smash the board?"

Young Master Wang opened his mouth, which was covered in white foam, and let out a hysterical laugh at the emperor on the dragon throne.

His laughter echoed through the empty side hall via holographic audio, causing the pure gold incense burners to emit a jarring physical resonance.

"Today, I will bind the brains of these 100,000 peasants to the final resurrection chambers of the Cui and Wang families, tightly, tightly, and irrevocably, within the same interconnected network!"

His hands suddenly clasped together in the void within the projection.

A chilling diagram of a technologically malicious closed loop.

It instantly and forcibly covered the entire central area of ​​the Tang Dynasty.

Establish a death loop: If the government cuts off the power or breaks down the doors, the 100,000 locked-in youths will instantly suffer brain death.

It was a massive gallows woven from tens of thousands of black and red lines of code.

Each node.

They all tightly adhere to the spiritual and ideological sequence of a young person from Guanzhong.

"Listen carefully! This is called 'neural deadlock logic'!"

Young Master Wang's right hand was tightly gripping a homemade high-voltage switch.

Every fold of flesh on his face was trembling.

"As long as the dragon riders outside dare to take one step forward to physically break through the door."

Or your Cyberspace Administration might dare to issue a blanket shutdown order from the backend.

The balance of charges in the entire network will completely collapse within one ten-thousandth of a millisecond!

He stuck out his dry tongue, licked the white foam, and looked savage.

"The extra three thousand volts of bio-current."

It will follow those inferior copper wires.

In a microsecond, the brain centers of these 100,000 young men of the Tang Dynasty were burned into a pool of charred, mindless mush!

The eldest son of the king projected his image into the main hall, forcing the emperor to hand over the key to the Heavenly Pivot.

His single eye was fixed on the emperor on the high platform, his voice filled with twisted pleasure.

"Li Shimin! Hand over the ultimate key to the Tian Shu system now!"

"Open up the entire central bank's digital reserve vault to us offline!"

"If I don't see the absolute right to increase the issuance of Datang Credits before midnight tonight..."

Let's all just pack our bags and head to the underworld to become gods!

This sudden and ultimate extortion.

It's like a physical steel needle coated with a deadly poison.

It ruthlessly pierced the most vulnerable part of the Tang Dynasty's ruling class.

Inside the Taiji Hall.

Changsun Wuji was completely limp on the white marble floor tiles.

His fat face had turned completely pale with extreme fear, and his lips cracked and popped incessantly.

"Ten thousand families... those are all respectable young men from various military prefectures around Chang'an."

Fang Xuanling's withered fingers gripped the imperial tablet tightly.

Because of the force applied, blood was seeping from under his old fingernails.

"Your Majesty, if they were all confined to these cubicles, they would all be brain dead."

"Tomorrow morning, won't the fourteen circuits of Chang'an be completely turned upside down?"

Outside the hall, bursts of suppressed sobs could be heard.

At this moment, they crossed the heavy black titanium wave shield.

Like a tsunami, it surged wildly towards the side hall of the Taiji Hall.

Ten thousand parents knelt and wept outside the palace.

On the long street outside Zhuque Gate, tens of thousands of ordinary people dressed in coarse cloth jackets were kneeling upright in the cold mud.

The mothers slammed their scalps against the hard bluestone slabs until they cracked, and blood mixed with tears stained the snow with glaring red spots.

The fathers gripped the iron railings of the palace walls with their calloused hands.

It let out a desperate plea.

"Your Majesty! Please save my child!"

"He's only sixteen! He just wants to get a full meal in his cubicle!"

The desperate cries of these people at the bottom of society.

It transformed into an invisible yet immense mental pressure.

It crashed down onto the dragon throne, which symbolized the highest power in China.

Li Shimin seized the Dragon Case, and the credibility of imperial power plummeted to freezing point before it was effectively hijacked.

The old man's two large, bright yellow sleeves trembled violently in the air, emitting a piercing sound as if they were being torn apart.

His right hand, calloused and gripping the edge of the sandalwood dragon table tightly.

Apply force with your fingertips.

They even managed to carve five deep, black holes into the hard wood.

The white, bony stumps gleamed unhealthily beneath the skin and flesh.

He fought countless battles and killed countless people throughout his life.

But we have never faced such a cyber rogue who puts a blade directly into the hearts of 100,000 families.

The Tang emperors were proud of their iron armor, heavy cannons, and the Snow Dragon Cavalry.

Within this one millisecond.

Faced with the neuronal deadlock woven by aristocratic families.

It was completely reduced to cold, useless scrap metal.

If he chooses to take a hard line.

The rule of law and the credibility of imperial power in the Tang Dynasty would collapse completely on this blood-stained morning, with the brain death of 100,000 young people.

"Hand it over... Your Majesty! The treasury will be empty if we don't hand it over soon, but lives cannot wait!"

Wang De lay on the ground, kowtowing.

With tears streaming down his face, he tremblingly pushed the royal jade seal, representing the highest level of offline review, next to Li Shimin's dragon boots.

The old eunuch's collar was completely soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to his skin.

The atmosphere in the side hall was so heavy it was almost palpable.

The giant projection of the young master Wang twisted wildly in mid-air.

He looked at the founding emperor, who was somewhat exhausted on the dragon throne, his eyes filled with the mockery of a victor.

"Li Shimin! Where has that ruthlessness you displayed at Xuanwu Gate gone?"

"Aren't you General Tian Ce? How come you don't even have the strength to press your fingerprint now?"

The old man's eyes were bloodshot.

He stared intently at the glowing jade seal, slowly raising his right arm.

That one-thousandth of a millisecond of movement, slowed down by the deathly silence in the side hall, became a mental torture lasting several seconds.

Changsun Wuji closed his eyes.

Fang Xuanling turned his head away, somewhat reluctant.

Is it possible that the prosperous era of the world created by Chengqian is destined to bow down and admit defeat to the rats in the gutter today?

Short-selling orders on the market have started to be refreshed frequently.

As soon as Li Shimin pressed his fingerprint on the control panel, the underlying issuance rights of Datang Credit Points would be completely exploited by the aristocratic families, like water being released from a dam.

Young Master Wang laughed loudly, his right hand already preparing to revel on the black market panel.

At that moment, the entire public network control panel of Chang'an Fourteen Roads was deathly silent, devoid of any vitality.

However, in that moment of utter despair when the old man's finger was only a micrometer away from the highest-level review chip...

A sudden change occurred.

The side hall of Daming Palace, the central control room of the Cyberspace Administration of China, and even all the public holographic screens in the thirteen provinces around the world.

Within this one ten-thousandth of a millisecond.

Without warning, an intense golden light burst forth, tearing through the darkness.

In their despair, a golden light flashed on the screen, and an arrogant male voice resounded globally: "Threatening me with the brains of ordinary people? You dare to challenge me?"