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

The Emperor of Zhongzhou's once handsome face was now so distorted that he was unrecognizable as human.

He ripped off the few remaining tattered strips of cloth from his body.

He stood shirtless, ramrod straight in the wind, striking a strange pose.

The civil and military officials lying on the ground around them were so frightened that they shrank back.

"Is Your Majesty so overwhelmed by the shock that you want to dance in public?"

A minor official from the Ministry of Rites huddled in a corner, trembling and muttering to himself.

An elderly man nearby quickly covered his mouth, fearing he might get into trouble.

The emperor of Zhongzhou had no time to pay attention to the group of spineless sycophants at his feet who could only kowtow.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The mouthful of blood did not fall to the ground; instead, it hovered in the air.

It emitted a pungent, fishy smell that made people want to vomit.

The emperor swiftly formed complex hand seals in front of his chest.

As the incantation changed, his skin quickly turned red.

It was as if a raging fire was burning inside him.

Large plumes of white steam rose from the top of his head.

This is a forbidden secret technique passed down orally through generations of the Central Plains royal family, yet no one dares to use it.

It is said that once it is used, it can forcibly reverse the body's blood and vital energy.

He sacrificed decades of his lifespan to gain terrifying power far exceeding that of a Grandmaster.

There are even rumors that if this secret technique is pushed to its peak, one can ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

Of course, these are all legends left behind by our ancestors who boasted and made empty promises on jade slips.

In any case, all the emperors who had tried this method before died on the spot from their bodies exploding.

The current emperor of Zhongzhou has no time to care about any of that.

He felt an unprecedented surge of power within him.

Those meridians that were usually blocked were all cleared up under the violent flow of qi and blood.

He tilted his head back and let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.

The sound of owls crying echoed through the air.

The strong wind whipped up sand, dust, and broken bricks and tiles, which flew everywhere.

Several eunuchs who couldn't dodge in time were blown away by the gust of wind.

The red light surrounding the emperor grew stronger and stronger.

"Su Zhen, do you think you've already won today?"

"I am the Son of Heaven, a true dragon, appointed by Heaven itself!"

"Heaven will absolutely not allow me to be defeated by you traitorous officials!"

The emperor shouted at the top of his lungs, spitting everywhere.

The final harsh words were uttered.

The emperor's feet left the city walls.

Like being suspended by wires, it floated into the air.

A layer of red energy surrounded his body.

It blew his hair wildly.

The officials below were all so shocked by this scene that their mouths dropped open.

Forgetting their fear, everyone raised their heads and watched intently as the emperor ascended into the sky.

"Look! His Majesty is really flying!"

"Heavens above! His Majesty has achieved divine mastery and is about to ascend to heaven in broad daylight!"

"Our Central Plains Empire is saved! His Majesty's divine might is unparalleled, invincible under heaven!"

These opportunists started cheering loudly again, shamelessly.

They fantasized that the emperor would unleash his divine power and slap the evil family to death.

The emperor kept climbing, intending to fly to the highest point and then gather his power into a devastating blow.

Su Zhen casually shook his neck.

That old guy's got some skills; he managed to pull off such a big stunt.

The nonchalant expression on his face finally became somewhat less pronounced.

Although the sword was not drawn, it already emitted a series of clear, ringing sounds.

Just as the tyrant father got into position, ready to gather strength and jump to meet the enemy.

"Ugh! I'm so sleepy! Why is this old man dawdling like that!"

Su Yaoyao rubbed her eyes and spat out a sunflower seed shell.

She stared speechlessly at the red-glowing figure in the sky.

Su Zhen looked at his precious daughter.

"Girl, step back a bit. This old man's blood and qi are flowing backward right now, he's not easy to deal with."

"It's like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment."

"Let Dad go up first and pluck out his red fur!"

Su Yaoyao waved her hand and groped around with a grin.

"Why bother getting your hands dirty dealing with this guy who just floats around pretending to be knowledgeable?"

"He really thinks he can escape gravity just by striking a pose?"

"Ascension, my foot! I think he's just a red balloon!"

Yao Yao pulled out a small gadget, about the size of her palm.

The outer shell of this thing looks grayish.

It looks like a flattened round pancake box.

There are only a few small buttons of different colors and a constantly flashing red light on it.

Of course, the Emperor of Zhongzhou couldn't hear Su Yaoyao's complaints from heaven.

His mind was filled with self-indulgence, believing himself to be invincible.

A red fireball formed between his hands.

"This day next year will be the anniversary of your entire family's death!"

"Just accept the divine punishment from heaven!"

The emperor raised his hands, ready to smash the fireball down.

Su Yaoyao looked at the bright red target in the sky and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Ascension, is it! You want to escape Earth's gravity, is it!"

"I think you've turned Newton upside down."

"Today I'm going to show you why the flowers are so red."

"Get down here obediently!"

Su Yaoyao shouted and pressed the button on the round box.

As soon as the button was pressed, the red light on the box started flashing.

Su Yaoyao threw the small box forcefully into the air.

The dusty little round box landed below the emperor.

"What kind of lousy hidden weapon is this?"

The emperor lowered his head and glanced at the small iron box that had fallen to the ground.

The people of Da Yuan Kingdom are ridiculously laughable.

They actually thought they could use this iron lump that didn't even have any spiritual energy fluctuations to deal with him.

He didn't even bother to dodge, continuing to gather the fireball in his hand.

But the next moment, the emperor could no longer laugh.

This is the local gravity generator at the bottom of Su Yaoyao's box.

It can change the gravitational constant within a specific region.

Just moments ago, the arrogant Emperor of Zhongzhou was floating in the sky.

It felt as if a mountain had suddenly pressed down on my shoulders.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The emperor let out a terrified wail.

Immediately afterwards, the officials on the city wall saw their emperor, who had just been so majestic and ready to ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

It crashed down straight down.

A deafening bang resounded.

It exploded with a loud bang.

The ground shook violently several times from the heavy impact.

The incredibly sturdy white marble floor tiles were smashed, creating a crater ten meters in diameter.

Gravel and dust sprayed all around like a fountain.

The current appearance of the Emperor of Zhongzhou is truly appalling.

He lay sprawled on the ground in a starfish position.

Both hands and feet were pressed flat against the ground by an invisible gravity.

The act of prostrating oneself in worship was portrayed to the fullest extent.

The emperor desperately tried to mobilize the internal energy within his body.

However, he discovered that the flow of qi and blood in his body had been completely suppressed.

Forget about circulating his inner energy, even taking a deep breath has become a luxury for him now.

With each breath, it felt like a steel knife was scraping against my chest.

The emperor stared wide-eyed, his eyes bloodshot.

Why is it that even the supreme divine power he gained by sacrificing his lifespan is completely useless against him?

The emperor's hand holding the fireball looked like a flattened lump of dough.

Her fingernails dug deep into the cracks in the brickwork, leaving several long, bloody marks.

The more he struggled, the more heavily the gravity mocked his incompetence.

All the civil and military officials on the city wall became mute.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to make a sound.

The scene that was just moments ago filled with cheers and jubilation is now so cold it could freeze over.

They couldn't understand how ascension had suddenly turned into jumping off a cliff.

The once radiant savior is now nothing but a pile of mud on the ground.

This dramatic plot twist is really putting your heart to the test.

The old eunuch on the city wall was so anxious to see his master being humiliated that he jumped up and down in frustration.

He wanted to rush down to save the emperor, but was held back by the imperial guards beside him.

"You mustn't do that, Father-in-law! That place is haunted by evil spirits!"

The Imperial Guard leader was so frightened that his voice trembled.

They looked around that area and even flies that flew in would fall to the ground and die.

Who would dare to go up and get themselves killed at this time?

Su Yaoyao leisurely took out a small mirror, tidying her hair while adding insult to injury to the emperor.

"Grandpa, your lying posture is quite standard."

Upon hearing this sarcastic remark, the emperor was so angry that his eyelids rolled back and he almost fainted.

Unfortunately, the gravity was too great, and he couldn't even faint and fall into a deep sleep.

All they could do was stay awake and endure the humiliation.

Su Zhen was dumbfounded.

Although I've long been used to my daughter's strange and wonderful gadgets.

But to witness a grandmaster-level expert being reduced to this state by an iron box is truly remarkable.

The impact was quite significant.

"Girl, your magic weapon is really unique."

"They were just saying they wanted to fly, but now they've gone underground."

Su Yaoyao raised her chin smugly.

"I call this helping him to be down-to-earth and start anew."

"So that he doesn't get carried away and lose sight of his own limitations."

The tyrant father laughed heartily and slung the longsword behind his back.

With an arrogant, pigeon-toed gait, he strolled over slowly.

The emperor was still at the bottom of the pit, struggling to move his eyes.

He watched as the boots approached step by step.

But there was nothing they could do.

Su Zhen looked at his lifelong nemesis.

He didn't draw his sword.

He simply raised his right foot slowly.