King Zhao Daoxiang didn't want to wait any longer, nor was it possible for him to wait any longer. The experiments that took place last night had already worn away his sanity to a point close to zero.

Now that I see the fog dissipating, I can no longer care about so many things.

Kung Fu, here I come!

The blush of excitement on King Zhao Daoxiang's face had covered up his original paleness, and his hand was already on Zhao Qian. It wouldn't be long before this prince would become a corpse on the ground!

The excitement didn't last long and was soon replaced by astonishment.

King Zhao Daoxiang only felt that the hand seemed to no longer be his hand, and the fog in his mind did not dissipate, but shifted!

The stone platform has disappeared, and the fog mixed with the martial arts has also disappeared.

King Zhao Daoxiang's body had shriveled up, but Zhao Qian's body had become rosy.

"You...you!" King Zhao Daoxiang had already noticed something was wrong and shouted angrily, "Kill this rebellious son for me! Kill him!!"

The Zhao cavalry archer standing aside had stopped moving and just stood there, with no intention of saving King Zhao Daoxiang.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" The fear on Zhao Qian's face had dissipated, and only a playful expression remained. "I'm your lord? I've been thinking of this title for a long time."

"Rebellious...rebellious...son!" King Zhao Daoxiang could no longer utter a complete sentence. Now he seemed to have felt the approach of death.

Zhao Qian ignored King Zhao Daoxiang's insults and just watched the man in front of him slowly wither and die.

Like a piece of leather, he fell to the ground lightly. No one knew what had happened, and no one spoke up for him.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Qian laughed, and then burst into tears.

Tears floated down the bed along with King Zhao Daoxiang's body, and Zhao Qian also sat on the only bed in the palace.

He usurped the throne and killed his father. His throne was not obtained legitimately or clearly.

But what does that matter?

The stone platform that appeared in his mind made Zhao Qian realize that no one in the State of Zhao or in the world could stop him.

"Don't forget the agreement."

The voice appeared lightly, as if reminding someone of something.

"I will never forget it." Zhao Qian seemed to be afraid that the voice would not believe him, so he repeated it again, "I will never forget it!"

The voice ignored him, but the fog in his mind loosened a little, revealing a sentence.

"His cavalry and archery in the Hu clothing shook the northern borders, and no one was more heroic than King Wu Ling!"

Zhao Qian read it out slowly. He knew that this was the voice, the fortune given by the stone platform.

The Zhao cavalry archer in front of him still knelt down, as if in submission, as if to congratulate him on his ascension to the throne.

Zhao Qian knew that this was his bargaining chip for getting to the top, and this was his confidence for getting to the top!

No one would care about King Zhao Daoxiang, and no one would care whether his throne was legitimate or not.

Zhaoqi Archer has answered everything and all the doubts.

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