My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

The golden divine light was like the first ray of sunshine tearing through the endless night.

Within that massive rift in the starry sky that had been forcibly torn open, Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty wore a bright yellow nine-dragon robe and a twelve-tassel flat crown.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the Emperor's Sword and stepped out into the void.

"boom!"

An unparalleled pressure, unique to the late Nascent Soul stage and imbued with the vast imperial dynasty's fortune, crashed down like ten thousand mountains onto the Blood Fiend Sect's White Bone Plaza!

The entire room fell silent.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

Those tens of thousands of cultivators who were just fighting to the death, whether they were from the righteous path or the demonic path.

At that moment, their knees buckled uncontrollably, and they were pressed to the ground by this immense divine power, unable to even lift their heads.

Li Shimin's deep and majestic dragon eyes swept down upon the area below.

At last.

His gaze settled on Li Chen, who was covered in blood, dressed in tattered clothes, and grinning foolishly at him.

Seeing her most beloved son driven to such a desperate situation.

Li Shimin's eye twitched violently.

Heartache, anger, and a fierce, protective killing intent burned wildly in the emperor's chest!

"Good! Very good!"

Li Shimin was so angry that he laughed, his voice like thunder rumbling in the heavens.

"Even if my son commits a grave mistake, only I have the authority to discipline him!"

"You bunch of ants who crawled out of who-knows-where, how dare you touch my bloodline?!"

As Li Shimin's anger erupted.

The crack in the starry sky behind him surged violently once again!

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger! We are late and have caused His Highness the Sixteenth Prince distress!"

Accompanied by a rough, booming roar.

A burly, black-haired man with a full beard and wielding a large axe embroidered with Bagua symbols was the first to leap out of the void.

It was none other than Cheng Yaojin, the Duke of Lu of the Tang Dynasty!

Followed by.

Yuchi Gong, the Duke of E, wielding a pair of whips, one male and one female.

Li Jing, the Duke of Wei, wearing a white robe and silver armor, and holding a long spear.

Qin Qiong, Li Ji, Qin Huaidao...

The group of unparalleled military generals who founded the Tang Dynasty charged out of the darkness like a pack of hungry tigers descending from the mountain.

What's even more disheartening is...

Without exception, all of these Tang Dynasty generals exuded genuine, terrifying Golden Core stage power!

But this is not over yet!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of war drums, as uniform and muffled as thunder, came from the depths of the void.

Rows of Tang Dynasty Xuanjia soldiers, clad in heavy black armor and wielding armor-piercing swords.

With synchronized steps, they surged forth from the portal like a black torrent of steel!

One thousand people! Three thousand people! Ten thousand people!

Thirty thousand of the Tang Dynasty's Xuanjia Army formed a formidable, sky-covering military formation in mid-air.

The scariest thing is...

These 30,000 ordinary soldiers all possessed the aura of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators!

"Gulp."

The otherworldly cultivators below, slumped on the ground, were swallowing hard, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"This...is this an army of immortals and gods descending from the upper realm?!"

"Thirty thousand Foundation Establishment stage soldiers?! And a dozen or so Golden Core stage generals?!"

"What kind of top-tier holy land possesses this foundation?!"

This is a dimensional reduction attack that transcends dimensions!

And after military generals and armies.

Empress Zhangsun, Crown Prince Li Chengqian, Prince Wei Li Tai, and Princess Changle also emerged from the void under the protection of their personal guards.

Beside Empress Zhangsun stood Jiang Liyue, her eyes slightly red, and her sister Jiang Qingxue.

The first thing Jiang Liyue saw was Li Chen standing on the edge of the sinkhole, covered in blood.

She was still full of resentment in the Taiji Palace, and vowed to bite this "scumbag" a few times to vent her anger when she saw him.

But now, seeing his pitiful state as he desperately tried to survive.

Jiang Liyue's heart skipped a beat, and tears instantly blurred her vision.

All the grievances and anger transformed into an unconcealable heartache at this moment.

But Li Chen, standing on the edge of the sinkhole, presents a completely different picture.

He didn't try to feel any warmth; instead, he stared wide-eyed at the group of familiar yet unfamiliar people in mid-air, as if they were monsters.

"Holy crap... Am I seeing things? Or have I traveled through time again?"

He rubbed his eyes hard, his face full of disbelief, even forgetting the pain in his body.

"Holy crap... Late Nascent Soul stage? Golden Core stage? Foundation Establishment stage army?!"

Li Chen's worldview was violently impacted at this moment.

He went through countless hardships and narrowly escaped death, only to find that his relatives, who usually only knew how to slack off in court and compete for favor in the harem, had all become unparalleled masters?!

When did they start secretly cultivating immortality behind my back, and they're doing it so well?!

He stiffly turned his neck, looking at the 30,000 Xuanjia soldiers, all exuding the aura of the Foundation Establishment stage, and then at Cheng Yaojin and the others who were roaring and charging downwards, radiating the fluctuations of the Golden Core stage.

Finally, he fixed his gaze on his father, Li Shimin, who was traversing the void and exuded an unparalleled aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Wait... when did Old Deng secretly cultivate to the late Nascent Soul stage behind my back?!"

Li Chen's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he mentally screamed, "And Old Cheng and the others, all of them at the Golden Core stage?! Are you kidding me?! Can the spiritual energy of the Tang Dynasty support their extravagance? Did this group of people collectively rob Laozi's Tushita Palace?!"

The overwhelming sense of absurdity and shock made Li Chen forget even the excruciating pain in his body for a moment.

However, when he saw the Blood Fiend Sect members opposite him looking terrified, Li Chen's eyes darted around.

"Who cares how he trains! The stronger Harden gets, the more secure I am in clinging to his coattails!"

Having figured this out, Li Chen immediately straightened up.

My back doesn't ache anymore, my legs don't hurt anymore, and even coughing up blood feels energetic.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and waved excitedly in the direction of Empress Zhangsun:

"You've all arrived?"

Then, he arrogantly pointed at the Blood Fiend Sect Master in mid-air, who was completely dumbfounded, just like a spoiled brat who lost a fight outside and then turned around and called all his underworld relatives to support him. He was as arrogant as could be.

"Old Deng! No, Father! It's that old bastard!"

"He set up this insidious formation, intending to drain everyone present until they're dried up and used as a sacrifice! He even tried to kill me!"

"Kill him!"