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

A deafening roar resounded.

The storm was like an invisible, towering broom.

It swept across the entire capital with overwhelming force.

The ordinary people in the city only felt a strange wind blowing by.

Everyone rubbed their hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

The big yellow dog dozing on the street just twitched its long ears.

Ordinary people were not affected.

However, the imperial palace, located right in the center of the capital, suffered a terrible misfortune.

The Zhongzhou Imperial Palace has always been known for its luxury and profound cultural heritage.

Every single brick and tile here seems to be engraved with a spirit-gathering formation.

At night, they relied entirely on thousands of low-grade spirit stones for lighting.

These luxurious buildings, powered by spirit stones, are usually dazzling.

Now it has become the biggest death warrant.

The luminous glazed tiles on the palace roof were the first to be damaged.

Once the storm passed, the spiritual energy patterns within the tiles short-circuited.

Those precious glazed tiles burst open one after another, like popping beans.

The once magnificent palace roof was now pitted and uneven, making it quite unsightly.

The white jade Lingqu Canal, artificially excavated in the Imperial Garden.

The bottom of the water was covered with artificial spiritual mist arrays used to create celestial energy.

The array's core emitted an unpleasant sound.

The snow-white mist turned into thick, smoky black smoke.

The once idyllic Imperial Garden suddenly resembled a boiler room.

The artificial hill features a precious crane carved from a piece of sacred wood.

It usually relies on a mid-grade spirit stone to automatically spread its wings and sing.

The spirit stone card has now been burned into a piece of charcoal.

The crane's wings froze in mid-air and twitched twice.

Sparks flew from the bird's head as it plunged headfirst into the pond filled with black water.

The palace's protective array, used to maintain a constant temperature, has also ceased operation.

Those incredibly delicate and exotic flowers and plants shivered from the cold.

The two white jade-carved auspicious beasts at the entrance of the main hall were originally supposed to spew out auspicious water columns.

After the formation went awry, the auspicious beast opened its mouth and spewed out scalding mud.

They poured water on several palace servants passing by, turning them into terracotta warriors.

The Central Plains Imperial Palace, which just moments ago resembled a heavenly palace.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a large-scale waste recycling station.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of burnt rubber.

Everywhere there were ruins and rubble belching black smoke.

The tragedy was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

The situation on the city wall was more than ten times worse than inside the palace.

Standing beside the Emperor of Zhongzhou were the empire's most elite imperial guards.

These imperial guards were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also dazzlingly ornate in their equipment.

Each of them wore an expensive protective robe.

They were holding magical implements engraved with runes.

Normally, these imperial guards would just stand casually on the city wall.

The radiant light emanating from the robes could dazzle anyone.

When they walked, they held their heads high, exuding an imposing and arrogant air.

But all of this equipment turned into deadly time bombs.

The intricate spiritual energy circulation within the robe was completely disrupted.

The altered spiritual energy was swirling wildly inside the clothes.

There is no outlet for venting.

Then a continuous series of firecrackers rang out from the city tower.

The sounds of "bang bang bang bang" rose and fell, never ceasing.

The breastplate, a family heirloom worn by a commander of the Imperial Guards, was blown off.

The debris covered his face in black ash, making him look like a coal miner.

A guard standing nearby felt the expensive sword at his waist tremble.

The exquisite scabbard shattered into pieces.

The flying shards cut the guard's belt.

The guard could only clutch his crotch, weeping silently in the cold wind.

Some people even had special speed-enhancing formations engraved on their boots.

The formation is now in disarray, and pungent black smoke is billowing from the soles of the boots.

The man seemed to be riding on two fiery wheels, spinning around in place on the city wall.

He was so anxious that he shouted and yelled, but he couldn't stop.

The other unlucky guy's helmet had the effect of calming and focusing his mind.

The helmet turned into a pressure cooker.

The scalp of the unfortunate man was so hot that it emitted bursts of steam.

The elite imperial guards who were usually high and mighty.

Now they are all covered in dust and dirt, lying in various places.

The magnificent robes were transformed into tattered, hole-ridden garments.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone shivered.

His once arrogant and superior demeanor has long since crumbled beyond repair.

The civil and military officials standing behind the emperor were not spared either.

The Minister of Rites was holding a fine piece of mutton-fat jade tablet.

That jade tablet contains a high-level array that can purify the mind and reduce desires.

As the storm swept by, the jade tablet exploded into a pile of white powder in his hand.

The Minister stared blankly at his hands covered in white ash.

The Imperial Censor wore an official hat inlaid with a calming stone.

The Tranquility Stone suddenly short-circuited, overheated, and its temperature soared.

The high temperature gave the Imperial Censor's hair a classic afro.

The abacus hanging from the waist of the Vice Minister of Revenue was also a low-level ritual implement.

The abacus beads are now flying everywhere like bullets released from a chamber.

The surrounding officials were beaten so badly they fled in terror, howling and screaming.

These civil officials, who usually only spout nonsense in the imperial court, had never seen such a scene before.

They were so frightened that they covered their heads, lay on the ground, and trembled with their buttocks sticking out.

Chaos reigned on the city wall, with screams and wails rising and falling, creating a lively scene.

of course.

The most miserable one of them all was the Emperor of Zhongzhou.

The clothes the emperor is wearing have a very significant history.

This dragon robe was made from ninety-nine kinds of rare materials, sewn stitch by stitch.

They invited eighty-one array masters to jointly inscribe eighty-one spirit-gathering arrays.

The emperor was said to be immune to all diseases and live a long life when he wore it.

It can also give him a sacred and inviolable golden aura.

This dragon robe was his biggest vanity project as the overlord of the world.

But the bigger the vanity project, the more devastating the fall will be.

The storm, without any rhyme or reason, crept into the gaps in the dragon robe.

Hundreds of miniature arrays inside the dragon robe short-circuited.

The emperor felt as if countless tiny insects were tearing at his entire body.

He looked down in terror at his dragon robe.

Blue arcs of electricity appeared on the originally glittering, expensive fabric.

These electric arcs traveled rapidly along the embroidery of nine golden dragons, growing brighter and brighter.

A deafening thud.

The priceless bright yellow dragon robe was blown apart.

The nine majestic golden dragon embroidered patterns turned into charred black threads, fluttering everywhere.

The emperor was so shocked that he staggered back two steps.

As the dust settled, a comical figure appeared on the city wall.

The once mighty ruler of the Central Plains Empire was now covered in soot.

Even under his nose were two black cigarette burns.

The nine-tassel crown worn by the emperor has long since flown away to some unknown place.

Her long hair, which was originally neatly combed and shiny, was now completely slicked back.

Now it's like a frightened hedgehog, its spines standing upright, pointing straight to the sky.

The priceless treasures he once possessed are now reduced to countless charred strips of cloth.

These scraps of cloth hung on his body, fluttering wildly in the wind.

The strip of cloth couldn't cover her thighs or her stomach.

Feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear, I stood there bewildered in the wind.

The officials who were lying on the ground around them secretly raised their heads and peeked at them.

Seeing the emperor's appearance, they all quickly lowered their heads even further.

They were highly trained officials appointed by the imperial court.

Normally, I would never laugh in such a serious setting!

Just as the emperor of Zhongzhou was still reeling from the humiliation and indignation of being exposed,

Then came a sound from below that shattered his Dao heart even more.

The city gates of the capital.

Because all the defensive formations that had been added above have broken and become ineffective.

Combined with the impact of the previous storm, it has become riddled with holes.

Now it's not even as good as the most dilapidated wooden gate.

A gentle breeze blew by.

The heavy city gate let out a mournful cry.

It shattered into countless fragments, collapsing without a trace.

The gates of the capital city of Zhongzhou were thus fully opened.

The rows of extravagantly designed armored vehicles outside the city gate came to a steady stop.

Four eye-catching figures stepped out of the car.

The tyrant father held a long sword in his hand, his face completely indifferent.

The cult-like mother was holding a floral oil-paper umbrella that she had somehow acquired.

The young master walked leisurely with his hands behind his head.

Even under the dark circles under her eyes, she was still quite eye-catching.

Su Yaoyao swaggered to the front of the group.

He was holding a large bag of freshly roasted spiced melon seeds.

This family of four doesn't look like they're here to attack, seize territory, or kill.

He strolled through the broken pieces of the city gate, stepping on them all over the ground.

They strolled leisurely, heading straight for the imperial palace in Zhongzhou.

The emperor of Zhongzhou stood atop the high city tower.

Looking down, the villainous family was getting closer and closer, chatting and laughing.

He recalled how his city's defensive formation had been destroyed and his million-strong army had vanished into thin air.

His Dao heart completely collapsed and shattered.

Staring down at the family of four below.

"I will never admit defeat."

"Even if I die, I will drag you down with me."