My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

A powerful spiritual force, belonging to a cultivator in the early Golden Core stage, spread silently in all directions through the gaps in the imperial armor, like a river bursting its banks.

There was no murderous intent, only pure, absolute crushing power that transcended all living beings!

"Click click click!"

The massive pillars inside the main hall groaned softly under the weight of the load.

The Tibetan guards who were closest to the gold bricks suddenly felt their shoulders sink and their legs trembled violently. With a few thuds, they knelt down on the gold bricks and couldn't even lift their heads!

Lu Dongzan felt as if a huge boulder had been stuffed into his chest, his breath caught in his throat, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his wool jacket.

He gripped the edge of the table tightly, his bloodshot eyes wide as he stared at the golden-armored war god, an uncontrollable tremor rising from the depths of his soul.

"The Tang Dynasty... the Tang Dynasty really has divine protection?!"

And that arrogant five-year-old child, Sangza.

At that moment, the silver knife in his hand clattered onto the plate. All arrogance vanished from his once burly face, leaving him as pale as paper. The palpable pressure emanating from him made even breathing feel like his internal organs were aching.

He gritted his teeth, staring intently at the dazzling armor. Amidst the fear in his eyes, a stubborn, untamed flame of defiance ignited.

On the dragon throne.

The smile on Li Shimin's face had completely frozen.

He looked down at the golden-armored monster below, whose brilliance was almost blinding the entire Taiji Hall, and the veins on his forehead bulged one after another.

"That bastard! That unfilial son!"

Li Shimin's teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding together, and his fists, hidden in his wide sleeves, were so tightly clenched that his nails were almost digging into his flesh.

He told the kid to dress "formally," just like a prince's robe would suffice!

This brat actually showed up for the banquet wearing some weird golden armor he'd somehow gotten his hands on! Is this supposed to be a banquet? It looks more like he's here to stage a coup!

If it weren't for the fact that they were in front of the Tibetan delegation, and in order to maintain the dignity of the Tang emperor, Li Shimin would have already overturned the table, drawn his imperial sword, and chased this rebellious son all over the hall, hacking him to pieces!

Empress Zhangsun sat beside her husband, watching him struggle with his emotions, and helplessly covered her face with a silk handkerchief, letting out a deep sigh.

This Prince Qin's mansion is never quiet, not even for a day.

In contrast, the scene on the princes' seats below was quite different.

King Wei, Li Tai, stared wide-eyed, his entire body almost pressed against the table in front of him.

"The luster of this metal... the fit of these joints... there's not a trace of any rivets!" As a top engineer, Li Tai had a completely different perspective. He was so excited that his fat jiggled, and his mind was frantically calculating the forging process of this armor.

"A miracle! If I could dismantle and study this armor, my firearms would definitely be able to reach a new level!"

Li Chengqian followed behind Li Chen, head held high, enjoying the astonished gazes of the crowd. He secretly resolved that tomorrow he would have to resort to crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide to get his sixteenth brother to make him a similarly stylish outfit.

In this deathly silence.

"Wow--!"

A clear, childlike cheer suddenly broke the silence.

Sitting next to Empress Zhangsun, Xiao Sizi broke free from the palace maids' obstruction and ran down the white jade steps with her short legs.

The little girl ran up to Li Chen and circled his golden armor several times, her big eyes sparkling with tiny stars.

"Sixteenth Brother is so handsome! Sixteenth Brother is a magnificent general, shining with golden light!"

Little Sizi clapped her hands excitedly, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her fair fingers to curiously poke at the cold, golden leg armor.

That cry of "Sixteenth Brother" finally brought the civil and military officials, who had been lost in thought, back to reality in the main hall.

Li Shimin took a deep breath and swallowed the anger that was about to explode in his chest.

He forced a stiff smile that looked worse than a grimace and raised his hand towards the Tibetan delegation.

"Grand Chancellor Lu Dongzan is startled. This is my sixteenth son, Prince Qin, Li Chen. He usually cultivates immortality and seeks the Dao, but his attire... is somewhat unusual."

Li Shimin practically gritted his teeth as he forced out a few words at Li Chen.

"Chen'er, this is the Taiji Hall! Quickly take off that damn armor and sit down! Stop fooling around here!"

Beneath the metal mask, Li Chen pursed his lips.

"Old Deng is really hard to please. You're the one who wants to show off, and you're also the one who complains that I'm being unreasonable."

However, they had shown off their power enough and achieved their goal.

Li Chen extended his right hand, which was covered in a metal gauntlet, and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Smack."

Under the intense gaze of hundreds of eyes in the audience.

The dark gold imperial armor, weighing hundreds of kilograms and seemingly indestructible, crumbled in an instant!

There was no detachment action.

The entire suit of armor transformed into countless tiny, dazzling golden photons!

Like countless fireflies dancing in the summer night sky, the golden photons circled around Li Chen's body for half a circle before disappearing into the air of the hall like a shower of light.

As the light faded, Li Chen, still dressed in his pristine white moon-white casual clothes, stood there with a languid expression.

"hiss--!"

A chorus of gasps filled the hall.

If the golden armor just now only made people feel domineering and heavy, then this method of turning into light and disappearing into thin air is a real miracle of the immortals!

Lu Dongzan shook the luminous cup in his hand, spilling the wine all over his clothes.

He abruptly stood up, crossed his arms over his chest, and performed the most solemn Tibetan salute to Li Chen. His reverence for the Tang Dynasty reached its peak at that moment.

Li Chen didn't even glance at him.

He bent down and rubbed the little girl's head, then took her hand and strolled over to his seat.

He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of sliced ​​venison, and began to eat and drink heartily, oblivious to everyone else.

The gazes of everyone in the hall were still subtly drawn to him.

On the Tibetan seats.

Sangza, the five-year-old legitimate son of a collateral branch of the Prime Minister, tightly gripped the small silver knife used for slicing meat.

His wolf-like eyes pierced through the lights of the main hall, fixed intently on the little girl next to Li Chen who was happily munching on pastries.

Children raised in the snowy region are born to admire the strong, but they also possess an indomitable spirit that refuses to admit defeat.

He looked at the Tang Dynasty princess, who was a size smaller than him, yet was being led by the hand by that terrifying golden-armored monster.

Sanza gritted his teeth, a dangerously defiant glint flashing in his eyes.

"So what if they're gods?" Sangza thought coldly to himself. "Later, I'll show you Tang people who the truly powerful warriors are!"