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

Lin Zhenxiong frowned deeply as he watched Su Zhen's actions.

What is this?

Deception?

With death looming, did this tyrant think that by covering his ears, he could avoid hearing the death knell of his 100,000-strong army?

It’s ridiculous!

sucker Punch!

"Your Majesty! This old minister was foolish; I failed to see through this traitor's wolfish ambitions sooner!"

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall was oppressive, several aged and indignant voices suddenly rang out.

Three or four elderly ministers with white hair and beards stood up shakily from the crowd.

They did not grovel like the Minister of Revenue, nor did they crawl on the ground like dogs.

Instead, he straightened his hunched back, stretched out his withered fingers, and pointed directly at Lin Zhenxiong's nose.

"Lin Zhenxiong! You traitorous scoundrel, you traitorous scoundrel!"

The old tutor was so angry that he trembled all over, and even his official hat fell to the ground.

He coughed violently twice, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva at Lin Zhenxiong's feet.

"The late emperor treated you well, and His Majesty has also promoted you and bestowed upon you higher ranks and titles!"

"You eat the emperor's food, yet you commit such a heinous act! Have you lost your conscience?!"

"You've committed such a heinous act of usurpation, a despicable act, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"

Another old censor also joined in with a string of curses, his eyes bloodshot.

"So what if an army of 100,000 besieges the city? So what if there are 300 archers!"

"In our Great Yuan, there are only loyal ministers who die standing, never spineless cowards who live on their knees!"

Even if you slaughter us all today, history will record this infamy for eternity!

"You traitor, you will surely die a horrible death! After death, you will be condemned to the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reborn!"

The angry and indignant shouts of the veteran officials echoed fiercely in the empty Taiji Hall.

This stands in stark and jarring contrast to those opportunistic fence-sitters kneeling on the ground, wagging their tails and begging for mercy.

Despite being verbally abused by several old men, Lin Zhenxiong showed no anger whatsoever.

He slowly wiped the speck of saliva that had sprayed onto his shoes with a handkerchief.

Then, he kicked the expensive silk handkerchief aside like trash.

At this moment, Lin Zhenxiong's mentality had swelled to an immeasurable degree.

With an army of 100,000 under his control and the palace under his command, he felt that he was the master of the world and a true god.

Even the gods forgive mortals, so how could he, as the new emperor about to ascend the throne, not have any magnanimity?

"Go ahead and curse, curse as much as you want, I'll just pretend I heard a few barks from a dog."

Lin Zhenxiong snorted coldly, looking down at these old ministers with the gaze of someone looking down on ants.

A cold, condescending smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Considering that you old folks are all quite old, with half your bodies already in the ground..."

He paused deliberately, then changed his self-reference to an even more arrogant term.

"I, the king, will not bother with you!"

I am the king!

He doesn't even call himself a Grand General anymore!

He overstepped his bounds as a subject and proclaimed himself king!

This single word, "This King," enraged several senior ministers so much that they fainted on the spot.

Lin Zhenxiong, however, could no longer be bothered to look at them and suddenly turned around.

His gaze, filled with fanatical killing intent, was fixed on the royal family on the high platform.

"Since you, Su Zhen, are so stubborn, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Lin Zhenxiong raised his right hand and waved it heavily in mid-air.

This gesture is like pressing the switch on the Grim Reaper's scythe.

On the high beams surrounding the Taiji Hall, the eyes of the three hundred black-clad assassins instantly turned icy cold.

"Crunch."

That was the sound of a mechanism being pulled.

Immediately afterwards, three hundred high-strength steel crossbows, which had already been cocked, simultaneously released their locking mechanisms.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

A dense, sharp whistling sound instantly tore through the air inside the Taiji Hall.

The sound was extremely piercing, as if countless vengeful ghosts were screaming in my ears.

Three hundred arrows forged from fine steel rained down like a black storm.

Under the flickering firelight, the arrowheads gleamed with a chilling, eerie blue light.

That's a deadly poison extracted from southern Xinjiang, capable of killing with a single drop of blood!

If the skin is even slightly broken, the venom will instantly spread throughout the body, and even a miracle worker would be unable to save you.

The shadow of death, with its overwhelming force, swept over the dragon throne!

The officials below were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands, covering their eyes tightly.

They could already imagine the horrific scene of the royal family being riddled with bullets and their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

However, what happened next was completely unexpected.

"Knock knock knock knock!"

A series of dense, muffled thuds exploded wildly on the high platform.

Sparks flew everywhere, and wood chips flew all over the place.

The imagined scene of the royal family's tragic demise did not materialize.

Those three hundred poisoned, icy arrows actually changed their fatal trajectories!

They seemed to have eyes, deliberately avoiding hitting anyone sitting on the high platform.

Instead, they formed a perfectly circular formation, deeply embedded in the floor tiles in front of them.

A dense array of arrow shafts formed an eerie wall of arrows in front of Su Yaoyao, Su Zhen, and Su Jin.

The arrowhead, made entirely of steel, is deeply embedded two inches into the hard white marble floor tile.

The black feathers at the end of the arrow were still trembling violently in the air due to the immense force.

It emitted a buzzing sound, like the cold laughter of death.

The most dangerous arrow was less than half an inch away from Su Yaoyao!

The eerie blue poisonous light was reflected in the little girl's clear eyes.

This was not a mistake!

It is absolutely impossible for three hundred top crossbowmen to miss their shots so precisely at the same time.

This was Lin Zhenxiong's doing!

This is nothing short of a death threat with a twisted sense of humor!

At this moment, Lin Zhenxiong was extremely arrogant.

He enjoys the thrill of manipulating the lives and deaths of others.

Just like a cat that catches a mouse, it doesn't kill it immediately, but instead teases it to its heart's content.

He didn't want Su Zhen to die so easily; killing him with an arrow would be too lenient on this tyrant.

He wanted to see the despair of this high and mighty Emperor of Dayuan as his psychological defenses crumbled little by little when faced with the threat of death.

He wanted to show the entire court that, in all the world, Lin Zhenxiong had gone from being second only to the emperor to being truly the most powerful and influential person in the land!

"Hahaha! Su Zhen, how does it taste?"

Lin Zhenxiong's arrogant laughter was deafening.

"Does it feel like you've just walked through the gates of hell, making even breathing a luxury?"

He looked at the dragon throne surrounded by poisoned arrows, his eyes brimming with smugness.

"If I wanted to kill you, that volley of bullets just now would have turned your entire family of three into mincemeat!"

"Now, the world of Dayuan is under my rule!"

Lin Zhenxiong was extremely arrogant, his haughty demeanor making one want to slap him twice.

He suddenly drew his sword, which could cut through gold and jade, from his waist.

The sword tip swept over the mess on the ground and pointed directly at Su Zhen, who was sitting on the dragon throne.

"Su Zhen, I'm giving you one last chance!"

His tone was condescending and arrogant.

"If you draw your sword and commit suicide right now, you will obediently pass the throne of this Great Abyss to me."

"I might even show you mercy and grant you a proper burial in the imperial mausoleum, leaving you with a whole corpse!"

Then, Lin Zhenxiong's sword suddenly turned.

It drew a cold arc in mid-air, pointing straight at Su Yaoyao, who was sitting on the small golden seat next to it.

His eyes gleamed with a vicious and cruel light, and his face was contorted with hatred.

Lin Zhenxiong harbored deep hatred for this brat who repeatedly ruined his plans.

If it weren't for this vixen's red carpet ice skating act, his lion dance team would have succeeded long ago!

If it weren't for her, how could Black Wind Stronghold's weapons have been lost?

He vented all his resentment on this eight-year-old girl.

"As for you, you pretentious, witch-like daughter..."

Lin Zhenxiong gritted his teeth, each word sounding like ice shards squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I'll have her skinned alive and dragged to the Meridian Gate to be burned as a sacrifice to the flag!"

"I'll make her suffer the agony of being torn to pieces a thousand times, howling in agony for three days and three nights before she dies!"

Light the sky lantern!

Upon hearing these three words, the kneeling officials in the hall all shuddered.

That was one of the most cruel and inhumane tortures in ancient times!

They stripped the person naked, wrapped them in burlap, and soaked them in an oil vat overnight.

The next day, the person was hung upside down on a tall wooden pole and set on fire from the feet.

A living person, like a candle, is slowly burned to ashes in extreme pain.

Lin Zhenxiong actually intended to use such inhumane torture on an eight-year-old girl!

This is beyond what a human being could do; it's a demon in human skin!

As that insane roar subsided, the atmosphere inside the Taiji Hall became extremely oppressive.

The air solidified, turning into heavy lead weights that pressed down on everyone's hearts.

The officials held their breath tightly, not daring to utter a single sound.

In the vast palace, only heavy breathing and the sound of teeth chattering could be heard.

Life hangs by a thread! It's suffocating!

Everyone thought the outcome was already decided.

The Dae-yeon royal family is doomed to perish today and is destined for the most tragic end.

They had no idea what kind of interstellar ancestor they had provoked.

At the critical moment.

Surrounded by poisoned arrows and threatened with being burned alive, Su Yaoyao was not frightened into tears.

Instead, he shook his head helplessly and sighed softly.

"Alas, villains die from talking too much; the ancients were right."

She stood up from the chair and patted the crumbs off her hands.

Turning to look at Su Jin beside her, her clear, childlike voice rang out clearly in the hall.

"Young Master, get ready to work!"