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

The leader of the suicide squad at the forefront had bloodthirsty killing intent in his eyes.

His muscles were tense as he channeled his inner energy into his legs.

Once he stepped onto the red carpet in front of the Taiji Hall, he used the momentum to leap into the air and rush straight for the dragon throne.

His right foot, clad in heavy iron boots, stomped heavily on the bright red carpet.

He had assumed that this stomp would surely shatter the blue bricks and create an overwhelming momentum.

However, ideals are often far from reality.

The great laws of Newton suddenly proved invalid on this ancient white marble square!

The moment the leader of the assassins' boots touched the red carpet, an eerie feeling spread throughout his body.

There is no friction!

There was absolutely no resistance whatsoever!

It's like stepping barefoot on ten thousand banana peels smeared with lard.

"Slurp!"

A screeching sound echoed across the square.

The leader of the assassins slid his right leg, which was brimming with true energy, forward wildly.

His left leg remained in place, while his upper body suddenly leaned backward due to inertia.

Its massive, heavy body, along with its tens of kilograms of pure steel armor, flew into the air.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, this ruthless, top-tier assassin...

"Snap!"

He executed a perfect, flawless split in mid-air!

Then, it slammed heavily onto the hard ground.

"Bang!"

The violent clanging of steel against the floor tiles was enough to make anyone's groin ache just listening to it.

The leader of the assassins let out a piercing scream, clutching his groin, and slid more than ten meters away on the red carpet.

But this is just the beginning.

The dozen or so heavily armored forwards following closely behind him had no time to react.

With the immense momentum of their charge, they stepped onto the ice rink one after another.

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

The sounds of sliding footsteps rose and fell, forming a continuous chorus.

The normally imposing killing machine was now like a puppet with its strings cut.

Some fell flat on their backs, landing on their four feet in the air.

Some frantically tossed and turned their legs in place, but it was like being on a treadmill, unable to move an inch.

Some came like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey, their faces hitting the ground, sliding forward amidst sparks and lightning.

Behind them were five hundred elite heavy armored soldiers charging at full speed!

The army charges forward.

Once it starts, it's not so easy to stop.

The dozen or so people in front fell down, and the soldiers behind couldn't stop the vehicle at all.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Crash!"

The deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the sky.

Five hundred tin cans caused a horrific chain-reaction car accident in the square.

The one behind knocked over the one in front, and the one on the left tripped the one on the right.

The once orderly and menacing military formation vanished without a trace.

The red carpet outside the Taiji Hall has been transformed into a giant metal bumper car track.

Someone tried to draw their knife to steady themselves, but the tip of the knife stuck in the ground and instead of stopping, it slid even faster.

He flew out, knife and all, knocking down a large number of his companions.

Someone tried to reach out and grab the pillar next to them, but their hand slipped, and they spun around wildly in place like a top.

Five hundred elite assassins were like headless flies, skating wildly, slipping, and falling over in the square.

The sound of heavy armor crashing to the ground, along with the rising and falling screams and curses, blended into a symphony.

Where is even a trace of the assassin's dignity and murderous aura?

This scene is a hundred times more chaotic than a vegetable market.

General Lin Zhenxiong, sitting at the head of the court officials, looked like his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

He suddenly stood up, and because of the sudden movement, he overturned the food table in front of him.

The wine jug and dishes were broken all over the floor, but he didn't care about them.

He stared at the suicide soldiers struggling in the square like turtles flipping over, and felt a sudden lack of oxygen to his brain.

What happened?!

What on earth happened?!

How did his invincible iron army, which he had carefully cultivated and placed high hopes on, turn into this state as soon as they stepped onto the red carpet?

Has the red carpet in Da Yuan Kingdom come to life?!

Seeing that the opportunity to assassinate was about to be missed, Lin Zhenxiong was so anxious that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Stand up! All of you, stand up!"

He channeled his inner energy and unleashed a deafening roar that shook the entire hall as he charged towards the plaza.

"Form ranks! Don't panic! Charge in!"

Hearing their lord's roar, the heavily armored assassins rolling on the ground were so frustrated they almost vomited blood.

They are top-notch experts!

He didn't even get a touch of the enemy's clothes before he fell flat on his face on the red carpet!

This is an absolute disgrace!

"rise!"

Several highly skilled centurions roared and slapped the ground with both hands, attempting to do a graceful somersault to their feet.

However, nano-lubricants taught them a lesson.

On a surface with zero friction, the greater the force exerted on the ground, the faster it will slip in place.

Just as the centurions exerted their strength, their hands slipped violently on the floor tiles.

Not only was he unable to stand up, but due to excessive force, his legs kicked wildly in mid-air.

Using her hands as the axis, she spun rapidly on the red carpet like a giant windmill.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

It's spinning faster and faster!

They started doing Thomas Flair in the square outside the Taiji Hall!

The other soldiers weren't much better off.

Some people tried to crawl up using all four limbs, but ended up looking like penguins struggling on ice.

He tried to move his arms and legs, but could only thrash around like a turtle in place, even knocking his teammates who were trying to stand up flying again.

Some clever soldiers tried to use their weapons to gain leverage by inserting them into the gaps between the floor tiles.

However, Su Yaoyao had already had the gaps filled with conductive material, making the surface smooth so that not even a needle could be inserted.

The weapon slipped, causing a large number of people to fall down as well.

The more you struggle, the faster you slide.

The more you try to stand up, the harder you fall.

Five hundred burly men, dressed in imposing armor and wearing ferocious lion head masks.

On the red carpet, a comical group ice dance took place.

What was supposed to be a serious and terrifying rebellion and coup attempt has turned into a large-scale circus clown show.

Lin Zhenxiong stared at the absurd scene before him, his chest heaving violently.

A mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat; he couldn't swallow it or spit it out, causing his face to turn a deep liver color.

The civil and military officials in the main hall finally recovered from their shock.

They had no idea what kind of assassination it was, nor did they know that these were rebels.

In their eyes, this was just a variety show of lions celebrating a birthday, arranged by the general!

"good!"

Some clueless civil official suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly and shouted "Good!"

That shout of "Bravo!" was like lighting a fuse, and the entire Taiji Hall erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

"General, your lion dance troupe's acrobatic performance is truly ingenious!"

"Look at that leader, that split he did just now, he's got real skill!"

"And those guys over there, spinning in circles on the ground—their agility and balance are simply divine!"

"As expected of folk artists hired by the General at great expense, their wrestling performance was so relaxing and hilarious!"

The officials clapped and laughed, some even laughing until tears streamed down their faces.

They all toasted Lin Zhenxiong, praising him for the thoughtful arrangement of the program.

Every compliment, every smile, was like a resounding slap across Lin Zhenxiong's face.

Lin Zhenxiong was so angry that he trembled all over, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh, drawing blood.

humiliation!

An unprecedented humiliation!

His grand rebellion, meticulously planned by a powerful minister of Dayuan, was treated like a laughable monkey show!

On the high platform, Su Zhen leaned back on the pure steel dragon throne, his stomach cramping from trying to suppress his laughter.

Su Yaoyao, sitting on the small golden throne next to the dragon throne, clapped her hands slowly and deliberately.

She glanced coldly at the five hundred elite soldiers rolling on the ground, then looked at the furious Lin Zhenxiong.

Su Yaoyao sneered and quietly pressed the button on the miniature remote control in her hand.

Ice skating is so boring, let's add some music!