My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

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They could clearly see those short men in grass-green military uniforms, who used bayonets to lift swaddled infants and let out maniacal laughter.

"Damn it! A bunch of beasts!" Cheng Yaojin roared, like a wounded wild beast howling.

You could see thousands of unarmed civilians being driven to the riverbank. Dense gunfire swept across the river, turning it a blinding crimson red in an instant, with severed limbs blocking its flow.

The gruesome scene made him overlook the amazing firearms.

You can see living people locked in dark, sunless cells, being forcibly forced to drink some unknown poison, their skin ulcerating, howling and scratching their throats – this is what Li Chen called a live gas experiment.

Princess Chang Le couldn't stand it anymore.

She covered her mouth, her stomach churning, and turned around to lean against the wall, dry heaving.

Empress Zhangsun quickly patted her daughter's back, but her own eyes also reddened. She dared not look at the words in the sky anymore, and tears streamed down her face.

Li Shimin's body began to tremble.

From fingertips to wrists to broad shoulders.

He was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the Heavenly Khan, and every person on this land was his subject. Even the Tang Dynasty of later generations.

He could tolerate the enemy killing his soldiers on the battlefield, but he could never tolerate anyone slaughtering and taking pleasure in treating his people like livestock.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was extremely oppressive. The blood-red light from the sky distorted and grotesque everyone's faces.

Qin Qiong, usually a highly cultured and refined general, suddenly broke off a corner of the stone table next to him.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the sky, and several bloodshot veins popped out of his eyes.

The book turned to the next page, which contained a record of a so-called "murder contest".

Two Japanese samurai took pleasure in killing a hundred innocent civilians and publicized it in the newspapers, accompanied by a smug portrait of the two men leaning on their bloodstained swords.

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin's rationality completely collapsed.

He abruptly closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands. No one could see the emperor's expression at that moment; they could only hear the suppressed growl from his throat, like that of a wild beast on the verge of death.

Li Chen threw away the branch in his hand, having roughly come up with a plan.

He had even planned which city to strike first, without needing to leave any survivors or take prisoners.

A sweep of divine sense and sword energy would leave a scorched earth. While we're at it, we can also steal their silver and gold and store them in our soul space to bring back as travel expenses.

As long as he, a Golden Core cultivator, is here, even if the heavens and earth were turned upside down, he could still use brute force to flatten that area. This is the confidence that belongs to a cultivator.

He patted the dirt off his hands, stood up, stretched, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans.

Li Chen glanced at the history book in mid-air.

The heat was about right; the emotions of this group of Tang Dynasty officials were nearing their limit. Although there was still much to be done, if they continued to watch, they would probably get a few strokes from anger.

He raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers and take back the "History of Time".

Just as his finger was about to make a sound.

Li Shimin suddenly removed his hand from his face, his bloodshot eyes staring straight into the air, and roared out without warning.

"That's enough!"

The roar, a mixture of inner strength and extreme rage, shook the grapevines in the courtyard, causing several withered leaves to twirl and fall.

He suddenly raised his right hand and slammed it heavily on the hard bluestone table in front of him.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

The hard bluestone tabletop suddenly cracked open in the middle, and the purple clay teapot and several teacups on the table were instantly shaken up, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Tea splashed onto the hem of Li Shimin's silk robe, but he was completely unaware, his chest heaving violently like a fully drawn bellows.

The "History of Time" hanging in mid-air slowly closed with this roar.

The crimson light slowly dissipated, and the enormous ancient book transformed into countless golden specks of light, vanishing into the gloomy sky as if it had never existed.

But those blood-red words etched into everyone's minds were like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely imprinted on the depths of their souls.

The courtyard fell silent once more. Only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the heavy, rapid breathing of the people could be heard.

Li Chen frowned.

He glanced at the broken Zisha teapot on the ground with a pang of heartache. It was an antique he had found in the storeroom, perfect for brewing tea and enhancing its flavor. And now, Old Li had ruined it with a single slap.

However, he has no time to worry about the teapot right now.

Li Shimin was staring intently at him, his gaze not like that of a father looking at his son, but more like that of a wolf king thoroughly enraged, looking for an excuse to tear apart its prey.

Li Shimin's lips trembled as he took a step forward, his leather boots creaking loudly on the broken porcelain shards.

"Chen'er..."

Li Shimin spoke, his voice terribly hoarse. It sounded like two rough pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, sending chills down one's spine.

He stared intently into Li Chen's eyes, afraid of missing even the slightest expression.

"I only have one question for you."

Li Shimin's knuckles turned white from excessive force, and he almost clenched his teeth to ask the question.

"Are the things manifested in the celestial book real?"

His subtext was obvious.

He wished Li Chen could act like before, laughing it off and saying it was all made up with magic to fool them, just to give himself a way out for injuring the Japanese envoys to Tang.

Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Cheng Yaojin, and even Li Tai, who was lying on the ground, all held their breath and stared at Li Chen expectantly.

They all harbored the same longing.

Li Chen abandoned his usual lazy and carefree demeanor.

He didn't grin or joke around, but slowly straightened up and met Li Shimin's blood-red eyes head-on without flinching.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Li Chen nodded very solemnly and very slowly.

"It's true."

Li Chen uttered three words, devoid of any emotion, yet they struck everyone's skulls like three cold iron hammers.

"This is what they will do to this land in the future. Alas! At least thirty million innocent people!"

The last glimmer of hope was ruthlessly extinguished by Li Chen himself.

Li Shimin's body swayed suddenly.

"Thirty million... more than thirty million! More than thirty million? There were only twelve million people during the Zhenguan era."

He didn't fall; instead, he straightened his spine and took a deep breath of the cold air.

Those once majestic dragon eyes now held no trace of the humanity of a monarch of a celestial empire, only a pure desire for destruction.

He didn't look at Li Chen or anyone else, but slowly turned his head to look in the direction of Taiji Palace.

"deliver an imperial order……"

Li Shimin's voice was as light as a breeze, yet it carried a chilling, overwhelming stench of blood.

Just as everyone was waiting for him to speak, the Tang emperor bit his tongue and uttered the next sentence.