The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the vast expanse of fiery clouds on the horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the towering city walls of the capital of the Central Continent Empire.

This has given this ancient city, which has stood for thousands of years, a tragic and magnificent aura.

The city walls of the capital of Zhongzhou were dozens of feet high, majestic and imposing.

The walls are entirely constructed from dark blue-green rocks quarried from deep in the mountains.

Each rock was covered with defensive runes, shimmering with a dim, faint light.

The city walls were already heavily guarded, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Elite imperial guards stood atop the city walls, spears and blades in hand, their gleaming armor gleaming with a rhythmic rustling sound.

The high-level cultivators came out in full force, ready for battle.

Someone was hovering in mid-air, riding a flying sword that gleamed with a cold light.

Some people were holding talismans in their hands and chanting incantations.

Others rode on various exotic and rare beasts, circling and patrolling.

The colorful magical light shone brightly.

Below the city wall was the armored vehicle convoy led by Su Yaoyao.

They lined up in neat squares and stopped outside the moat.

Behind the convoy was a vast army of the eight vassal states that had been incorporated into the government.

They all changed into the uniforms of the free city-state.

The emperor of Zhongzhou stood on a high point in the center of the city tower.

He was wearing a dazzling bright yellow dragon robe.

He wore a flat crown inlaid with twelve pearls from the East China Sea.

With his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind.

He stood up straight, trying to project an aura of supreme authority.

He forced a show of composure, as if even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

The hands hidden inside the wide sleeves of the robe were trembling.

Within just half a month, the eight major vassal states successively defected and surrendered.

He never dreamed that the million-strong coalition would suffer such an absurd and outrageous defeat.

The enemy's war chariots have now reached our doorstep.

The century-old foundation of the Central Continent Empire is on the verge of being destroyed.

The emperor took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

He pulled a conch shell that emitted a soft, white glow from his sleeve pocket.

This is a sound transmission artifact passed down through generations of the Zhongzhou royal family.

As long as true energy is poured into it, the sound can be amplified a thousand times and spread for miles around.

It can also instill a sense of awe and submission in those who hear it.

The emperor raised the white jade conch shell to his mouth.

He mobilized his inner energy, cultivated diligently for many years, and infused it into the conch shell.

The ancient patterns on the surface of the conch shell shone with a dazzling light.

"You traitors and rebels below the city, raise your heads and listen carefully!"

The emperor's voice was majestic and deep.

"Su Zhen, you thug from the Great Yuan Kingdom, don't you know your crime?"

"Your Su family has acted recklessly, igniting this war that has caused immense suffering and death."

"To cause the people of the world to be displaced and their families to be torn apart."

"You are unforgivable sinners of the world!"

The emperor's voice possessed a strange, bewitching power.

It slipped into the ears of the soldiers below the city.

The soldiers of the vassal states who had just been incorporated into the army heard these words.

His eyes became confused and filled with guilt.

The pain caused by war involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

It felt as if I had truly followed a heinous sinner of all time.

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

The emperor took in the entire scene below.

His expression became compassionate, as if a savior had descended.

"I am the chosen ruler of the world, ordained by Heaven, and should love my people as my own children."

"I simply cannot bear to see more lives slaughtered."

"Considering Heaven's benevolence towards life, I am willing to give you a chance."

The emperor opened his arms wide, adopting a broad and inclusive posture.

"If you lay down your weapons now and kneel down to surrender, that is all that matters."

"I can show leniency and only prosecute the four members of the Su family for treason."

"The rest of the soldiers are to be pardoned and allowed to return home to reunite with their families."

The emperor's seductive voice echoed.

Su Zhen was taken aback by these words full of benevolence and morality.

Enraged, he drew his longsword on the spot.

"That old scoundrel is shameless!"

Su Zhen gritted his teeth and pointed at the bright yellow figure on the city wall.

"Full of lewd and immoral thoughts, yet he dares to pretend to be a saint!"

"I'm going to tear your mouth apart today!"

Su Jin irritably rubbed his messy hair.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"That old man is so noisy! He's more annoying than official documents!"

"Let me rip him off from above and cut out his tongue!"

Su Jin's patience had been completely exhausted by this long-winded explanation.

He just wanted to shut the other person up in a simple and brutal way.

Just as the father and son were preparing to attack the city.

Su Yaoyao shook her head at the two impulsive men in her home.

"Father, brother, please don't get anxious or upset."

Su Yaoyao looked at the Emperor of Zhongzhou on the city wall, who was speaking eloquently.

He raised a sly smile.

As Su Yaoyao spoke, she took out a uniquely shaped device from her personal space.

A black cylinder about half a person's height.

The surface is covered with honeycomb-like pores.

There is also an LCD screen on the base.

Su Yaoyao patted the things in her hand.

"This is a military-grade acoustic transmitter."

"It is equipped with the most advanced active noise cancellation system."

The tyrant father and the crown prince looked at each other in bewilderment.

Can't understand.

But looking at Su Yaoyao's confident demeanor...

They tacitly put away their weapons and stepped aside to watch the show.

Su Yaoyao quickly got to work.

"Analyze audio frequencies."

The black cylinder emitted a buzzing sound.

A long string of complex waveforms appeared on the screen.

The emperor was so engrossed in his image as a sage ruler that he was unaware of what was happening beneath the city walls.

"If you remain obstinate and continue to follow the Su family in aiding and abetting evil, then..."

"That would be going against the will of Heaven, and it would surely be punished by Heaven."

"I will gather all the righteous men in the land and exterminate you all."

The emperor's voice grew louder and louder.

His expression grew increasingly stern as the speech progressed.

Su Yaoyao stared at the waveform on the screen and nodded in satisfaction.

"Generate anti-phase sound waves to counteract interference."

"Old man, your personal speech is now over."

Su Yaoyao smiled like a little fox.

Sound waves, invisible to the naked eye, surged forth and collided head-on with the sound waves emitted by the emperor.

The emperor's majestic voice resounded like thunder.

They fell into a bottomless black hole.

All sounds vanished in an instant.

The battlefield in front of the city gate fell silent.

The million-strong army and the onlookers below the city were all stunned.

They raised their heads and looked at the emperor with puzzled expressions.

The emperor maintained his dignified and awe-inspiring demeanor.

He waved his hands vigorously in the air.

His facial expressions were varied, sometimes showing deep sorrow, sometimes glaring angrily.

His mouth was wide open, and you could see his tonsils inside.

The veins on his neck bulged out.

You could tell he was shouting and yelling with all his might.

but.

Not a single sound came out.

The emperor shouted himself hoarse and danced wildly.

It looks like a clumsy clown performing a slapstick mime.

Every movement was so exaggerated and ridiculous.

The soldiers below whispered and pointed at each other.

"What's wrong with the Emperor? Why is he just opening his mouth without making a sound?"

"Could it be that his voice suddenly went hoarse and he cracked from shouting?"

A burst of barely suppressed laughter gradually erupted from the crowd.

Laughter spread.

The guilt caused by being misled by the emperor's words vanished.

Everyone stared at the emperor as if he were a fool.

The emperor also realized that something was wrong.

He looked down at the soldiers below the city walls who, instead of kneeling and begging for mercy, were pointing at him and laughing.

A sudden surge of inexplicable panic and irritation welled up inside me.

He patted the white jade conch shell ritual implement.

They thought there was something wrong with this ancient sound transmission artifact.

The emperor took another deep breath and roared at the conch shell.

"What are you unruly commoners laughing at? Silence!"

He thought he had unleashed a thunderous rage.

But those below the city only saw him opening and closing his lips with a ferocious expression.

Not a single note was uttered.

The emperor's eyes widened slowly.

He frantically touched his throat.

My throat is clearly vibrating, but why is there no sound?

He turned his head and looked at the Imperial Guard commander standing guard beside him.

The emperor opened his mouth wide and loudly questioned the commander.

"What on earth is going on? Where has my voice gone?"

The commander of the Imperial Guards looked bewildered at the emperor, who was covered in sweat.

The meaning could only be guessed by the emperor's lip movements.

The commander shook his head nervously, indicating that he hadn't heard anything.

The emperor panicked.

In a fit of rage, he threw the white jade conch shell in his hand onto the ground.

He was so angry he was jumping up and down.

He pointed at Su Yaoyao below the city and kept cursing.

Although no one could hear what he was cursing.

But judging from his distorted features and the spittle flying from his mouth...

The insults must have been extremely harsh.

Su Zhen and Ye Honglian laughed so hard they almost fell over.

Su Jin slapped his thigh hard, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Yaoyao, look! That old scoundrel is so angry he looks like a big green toad jumping around."

Su Yaoyao felt that the timing was about right.

"You've muted your microphone."

"Now it's our turn to speak."

Su Yaoyao turned to look at her tyrannical father, who was still laughing loudly.

"Dad, raise the big screen we prepared!"

"Today we'll let the whole city see this."

"This emperor who spouts nothing but morality and righteousness."

"What kind of filthy and disgusting true face is hidden beneath?"