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

"Buzz".

A barely perceptible low-frequency hum.

The microcurrent electrostatic plate hidden in the gaps between the plaza tiles has been fully activated.

A vast, dense, and faint electric current, like an invisible serpent, followed the conductive metal mesh underground and covered the entire red carpet leading to the Taiji Hall.

Iron is a metal with good electrical conductivity.

To demonstrate their might, these elite assassins were completely encased in heavy, pure steel armor from head to toe.

The moment the electric current touched the bottom of the boots, a miraculous reaction occurred.

A weak but not lethal static electricity traveled at the speed of light along the pure steel armor, spreading throughout the bodies of the five hundred assassins.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".

The burly men, who had been frantically slipping and bumping around on the red carpet like headless flies, suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, the electric current stimulated their muscle nerves.

Five hundred ruthless, heavily armored assassins began to convulse uncontrollably!

The leader of the assassins, who had just performed a perfect split, was at the forefront and bore the brunt of the attack.

He was sliding on the ground, clutching his groin, as an electric current surged into his most vulnerable spot.

"Ugh!"

The leader of the assassins let out a scream that changed pitch, his eyes rolled back, and a small amount of white foam came out of his mouth.

Under the stimulation of the electric current, the legs, which were spread apart, began to bounce up and down in a very regular manner, as if they were springs.

Once, twice, three times.

With each movement, his armor emitted a crisp metallic clang.

Behind him, the hundreds of soldiers still struggling on the ice displayed an artistic talent they had never shown before.

When a person is repeatedly struck by static electricity, their muscles will instinctively spasm and contract.

These burly men were like frogs that had been electrified.

Their shoulders began to tremble rapidly, and their arms twitched like mechanical arms.

Some people were half-squatting on the ground, their legs shaking wildly as if they were on a sewing machine, creating afterimages.

Some people lay on their backs, their chests heaving violently with each pulse of the electric current.

The majestic lion heads that were originally worn on their heads also shook their heads wildly, following their owners' convulsions.

Five hundred sets of pure steel armor, under intense muscle spasms, emitted a uniform metallic clanging sound.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The impact sound unexpectedly carried a strange rhythm, as if an invisible drumbeat was conducting.

Rebels are forcing the emperor to abdicate?

No, no!

This is a cutting-edge, cyberpunk-style, large-scale electronic music festival extravaganza!

Five hundred people were convulsing wildly in unison in the square.

The scene is strikingly similar to the fully armored robotic dance that became popular worldwide in later generations.

Every pause in the joint, every tremor in the muscle, was perfectly timed to coincide with the release of the electrical current.

Su Yaoyao sat on the small golden throne, tossing the unfinished mung bean cake in her hand, laughing wildly in her heart.

[Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!]

[Yes, yes, that's the rhythm! Hey you, the one holding the red lion head, your electrical wave animation isn't smooth enough!]

[And you on the left, your mechanical vibration is too strong. Be careful with your facial expressions!]

Wow, people in ancient times were so unsophisticated! They could dance with such passion even to an electronic music festival!

Hearing his daughter's on-the-spot critique, Su Zhen leaned back in his steel dragon chair, his lips twitching wildly.

He suppressed a laugh, picked up the golden cup in front of him to cover his face, but his shoulders couldn't help shrugging.

What the hell is this robotic dance?!

What the hell is this electronic music festival?!

Where did my precious daughter learn these torturous sorcery spells?

However, looking at this group of rebels who were just moments ago so murderous, now they were trembling on the ground like clowns.

Su Zhen felt extremely refreshed, like drinking a large bowl of chilled plum juice on a hot summer day.

Crown Prince Su Jin, standing below, watched with his eyes shining.

Through his black cloak, he stared at the assassins in the square, their eyes rolling back in their heads from the electric shocks, as if he had discovered a new continent.

So, you can kill someone without a knife?

This bloodless form of torture is simply wonderful!

Su Jin secretly vowed in his heart that he would definitely learn more moves from Su Yaoyao in the future.

The civil and military officials inside the hall were completely stunned.

They had no idea that it was an electric current at work, nor did they know that these people were being tortured.

Within their limited understanding, they only saw this folk lion dance troupe displaying extraordinary skills.

"My God! What exquisite dance skills!"

An elderly minister in charge of rites and music was so excited that he trembled and pointed at the square, praising loudly.

"Look! Their bodies are as stiff as iron, yet they can unleash such tremendous power in rhythm!"

"Every movement is full of power; it's a perfect blend of strength and grace!"

Another civil official nodded excitedly and drank his wine in one gulp.

"Wonderful! My Great Yuan Kingdom is indeed full of hidden talents!"

"This bodily trembling seemed to resonate with the rhythm of nature, making one's blood boil!"

Several of the drunken military officers couldn't help but stand up and sway their hips to the rhythm of the square.

"Hahaha! General, I'm completely impressed by your lion dance troupe!"

"Just for their amazing twitching act, I'll pay the reward today!"

"Excellent! A generous reward awaits!"

The entire Taiji Hall erupted in cheers and applause like a tsunami.

The officials toasted General Lin Zhenxiong, the foremost military officer, their faces filled with admiration and amazement.

"The General has really gone to great lengths!"

"The General deserves immense credit for finding such an extraordinary person to celebrate His Majesty's birthday!"

"This full-armor convulsive dance will surely go down in history and become a legendary tale of our Great Yuan!"

However, he was met with enthusiastic compliments and playful praise from his colleagues.

General Lin Zhenxiong stood there like a frozen statue, motionless.

His ears were filled with deafening applause and cheers.

Before him stood the invincible iron army he had painstakingly cultivated with countless gold and silver coins.

He emptied his savings to build these heavy armors.

He spent five whole years training these assassins in the deep mountains and forests.

But now, his prized trump card has turned into a shameful farce!

He placed high hopes on it, preparing it to be a killing machine for changing the dynasty.

At this moment, they are like a group of monkeys having an epileptic seizure, providing amusement for people in the square outside the Taiji Hall.

Someone actually wants to give them a tip?!

Lin Zhenxiong's breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaving violently like a bellows.

His eyes were bloodshot, turning red, and tiny blood vessels were visible at the corners of his eyes.

What a shame!

This is to trample on the dignity of the Lin family and his ambition in front of the whole world!

His meticulously planned assassination plot and his long-suppressed ambitions for supremacy have all turned into a colossal joke in this farcical convulsion.

"General? General, what's wrong?"

An official standing nearby noticed his ashen face and trembling body and couldn't help but ask him a question with concern.

"Was the General moved by this exquisite dance?"

So what if I'm moved?!

"Get out of here!"

Lin Zhenxiong suddenly let out a hysterical roar.

This roar, imbued with powerful internal energy, overwhelmed all other sounds within the hall.

The cheers inside the Taiji Hall abruptly stopped.

Everyone turned around in shock to look at the general who had suddenly gone mad.

Lin Zhenxiong looked at the puzzled, shocked, and mocking gazes around him.

The last thread of reason in his mind snapped with a "snap".

Since assassination has become a joke, and since all our cards have been exposed.

Then why is he still pretending to be a loyal minister and general?

Lin Zhenxiong was so angry that he completely lost his mind, and the muscles in his face were twisted and deformed due to extreme anger.

He suddenly drew his sword from his waist, and a cold glint flashed in the hall.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the pure gold wine cup on the table in front of him.

"Bang!"

Lin Zhenxiong smashed the wine cup in his hand on the jade steps of the Taiji Hall.

Golden light shimmered, and wine spilled everywhere.

He raised his long sword, pointed it at Su Zhen who was high above him, and let out a desperate roar like a cornered beast.

"Su Zhen is tyrannical! A vixen wreaks havoc on the country!"

"Since assassination won't work, let's do it openly!"