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

The bright yellow bullet casings rained down, landing on the hard ground with a crisp, dense clanging sound.

In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of scorching hot brass cartridge cases covered the feet of Su Zhen's pure steel dragon throne.

A dense hail of metal bullets swept across the hall like a storm.

Each bullet is enough to tear steel apart.

The massive, red-lacquered pillars inside the Taiji Hall, which required two people to encircle, suffered a devastating blow.

Even the hard, century-old golden nanmu wood is easily damaged.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull thuds of impact continued.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and huge blocks of wood tore and peeled off, exploding into dust in mid-air.

The exquisite dragon patterns carved on the pillars were smashed beyond recognition, losing their former royal majesty.

The magnificent caisson ceiling above their heads was destroyed.

The bullet pierced through the thick wooden planks and shattered the exquisite glazed tiles on the roof.

Countless fragments of tiles and broken wooden beams fell like hailstones.

The area above the Taiji Hall appeared to have been struck by a magnitude 10 earthquake, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Facing this storm were three hundred black-clad crossbowmen suspended high above the roof beams.

They were all top-tier assassins secretly trained by General Lin Zhenxiong at great expense and effort.

One second they were like cold-blooded Grim Reapers, aiming poisoned arrows at the royal family of three.

They believed themselves to be high and mighty hunters, holding the power of life and death over the supreme ruler of the Great Abyss Kingdom.

But the moment the Gatling gun fired, they didn't even have time to react.

Before his fingers could even pull the trigger of the crossbow in his hand, death had already arrived.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The bullet penetrated the human body without any obstruction.

It was dull, dense, and chilling.

The steel bows that the suicide squads were so proud of, capable of piercing heavy armor, were like paper toys in the face of gunpowder-propelled bullets.

They were blasted apart by the powerful kinetic energy, and countless sharp metal fragments flew everywhere, piercing into their flesh.

They wore priceless, specially made light armor that was supposedly impervious to blades and bullets, but it offered absolutely no protection.

The bullets easily tore through their armor, shredded their internal organs, and broke their hard bones.

One after another, crimson blood mists exploded in mid-air above the Taiji Hall, resembling blooming red lotuses.

"what!"

"What the hell is this thing?! Help!"

A piercing scream ripped through the hall like a sword, only to be mercilessly swallowed up by the deafening roar of machine guns.

The black-clad man who was hit was so badly injured that his body was not even preserved intact.

Their severed limbs were torn apart in mid-air, and blood rained down.

Three hundred top assassins, like dumplings being boiled in water, fell from the roof beams, which were more than ten meters high, with a series of crackling sounds.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The corpses rained down on the ground.

The sound of flesh being smashed to pieces and bones cracking was enough to make one's jaw clench.

Some of the assassins perished in mid-air.

Some of them fell to the ground, still convulsing in pain, with blood mixed with fragments of internal organs constantly gushing from their mouths.

Warm blood flowed along the texture of the floor tiles, quickly pooling into a glaring pool of blood in the center of the hall.

In just a few dozen seconds, all three hundred deadly crossbowmen were wiped out!

Before a single poisoned arrow could be fired, it turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

Any martial arts skills, schemes, or tricks become laughable trash in the face of absolute firepower suppression.

Below the Taiji Hall, the opportunistic officials who had just been kneeling at Lin Zhenxiong's feet and shouting "Long live the Emperor!" were now terrified by the hellish scene before them.

Because Su Jin turned the crank, Su Yaoyao deliberately adjusted the shooting angle to specifically eliminate the assassins on the roof beams.

Therefore, the bullets did not directly hit the crowd below.

But this did not prevent these civil officials from feeling a sense of oppression that could destroy the world.

"My God! This is divine punishment! This is heavenly lightning descending upon the world!"

The Minister of Revenue was so frightened that he let out a scream that sounded inhuman, his facial muscles contorting in terror.

Where is the trace of his arrogance in supporting a new ruler and denouncing the tyrant?

He scrambled under the broken food counter, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his buttocks sticking out as he trembled.

A strong smell of urine wafted from his crotch, and yellow liquid flowed down his thighs and onto the floor.

This high-ranking official, who was usually aloof and full of righteous words, was so frightened that he wet his pants.

The other officials were no better off; they were so frightened that they ran away in panic, bumping around like headless flies.

Some people trampled on each other, not even bothering to pick up their official hats that fell to the ground, while others desperately squeezed into dark corners.

They all lay face down on the cold floor tiles, pressing their faces tightly against the ground, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the floor.

They were afraid that if the iron lump spitting flames pressed down even slightly, it would turn them into a pile of warm minced meat.

This scene, as seen by Su Zhen on the high platform, was more exhilarating than drinking iced plum juice on a sweltering summer day!

Standing below the jade steps, the powerful minister and general Lin Zhenxiong was completely petrified.

His eyes were wide open, with tiny cracks appearing at the corners, his eyes practically bursting with rage!

He watched helplessly as his trump card, which he had nurtured for ten years with countless resources, vanished in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the shattered wooden pillars and the corpses falling like rain, Lin Zhenxiong's world collapsed.

He couldn't understand it, much less accept it.

"No...this isn't real...this is an illusion!"

Lin Zhenxiong's lips trembled, his steps faltered, and his legs went limp like noodles.

But he was, after all, a ruthless warlord who had experienced countless bloodshed and carnage, and his sense of danger was exceptionally sharp.

The instant he stepped back, he noticed that the rhythm of the deafening gunfire from the platform had changed.

The Gatling gun barrel, which was spinning wildly in Su Jin's hand, was being pushed down with a cold and merciless motion!

Six dark gun muzzles, spewing meter-long tongues of fire from the abyss, were about to be aimed at Lin Zhenxiong's head!

Run! We have to run!

This was the only thought left in Lin Zhenxiong's mind.

Imperial ambitions and world-shaking power—all become worthless in the face of death.

He scrambled around, abandoning his sword and throwing it on the ground.

"Protect me! Come and protect me!"

Lin Zhenxiong let out a mournful roar and grabbed the hearts of several of his trusted henchmen who were not quite dead yet.

These trusted confidants, who were originally his last line of defense, have now become his disposable resources.

He disregarded everything and used these living people as human shields to protect himself from the hail of bullets.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The Gatling gun barrel was lowered, and the dense bullets lashed out like the Grim Reaper's whip.

Several suicide soldiers who were acting as human shields were riddled with holes, their bones scattered all over the ground.

The powerful impact sent their bodies flying backward, crashing heavily into Lin Zhenxiong.

Using the momentum and the cover of the corpses, Lin Zhenxiong desperately rushed towards the back of the main hall.

Behind the Taiji Hall, there is a carved wooden window for ventilation, and below it is a low hole used by the palace hunting dogs to enter and exit.

At this moment, in order to save his life, the general no longer cared about face or dignity.

He slammed his head against the wooden window, and the broken window frame couldn't withstand the impact, with a "crack" sound as wood chips flew everywhere.

Lin Zhenxiong scrambled and crawled, looking disheveled, as he squeezed out of the low opening.

The once invincible minister of Daeyu is now like a stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs, trying to escape through a dog hole!

Inside the main hall, Su Jin's arm muscles spasmed slightly from the excessive shaking.

But the madness in his eyes did not diminish at all, until finally the golden ammunition belt was emptied.

"Click".

The sound of the firing pin hitting empty air rang out, and the deafening metallic roar ceased.

The six gun barrels, which had been spinning wildly, also stopped spinning amidst a screeching sound.

The main hall fell silent again, with only the occasional sound of broken bricks and tiles falling.

The air was thick with the suffocating smell of gunpowder and the nauseating stench of blood.

The scorching hot barrel radiated astonishing heat, and wisps of smoke drifted out from the muzzle.

Su Yaoyao stood beside the small golden throne, looking at the mess on the ground and the terrified officials.

She stretched out her delicate white hand and gently blew on the hot Gatling gun barrel.

She smiled slightly, about to make a few sarcastic remarks about Lin Zhenxiong's comical appearance as he crawled through the dog hole.

At that very moment.

A deep, resounding roar suddenly erupted from the dark night outside the palace.

"Thump—thump—thump!"

That's the sound of war drums!

Like rolling thunder, it swept in with an overwhelming force, capable of crushing everything.

The sound of the drums shattered the clouds, causing the dilapidated ground of the Taiji Hall to tremble violently.

Immediately afterward, General Lin Zhenxiong, who had escaped from the palace, let out a frenzied roar.

The voice, filled with endless humiliation, madness, and bloodlust, echoed throughout the palace:

"Even the most powerful firearms will eventually run out of power! One hundred thousand armored soldiers, give your lives to raze the Taiji Palace to the ground!"