"Ah!" Yun Yuqing cried out in shock, spitting out blood and falling to the side. She looked at him with disbelief, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Zuan did not answer, but stared at the figure in the dragon robe on the roof.

The emperor laughed heartily: "Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately. Unfortunately, it's too late for you to kill her and prove your loyalty to me now. Prepare to die!"

As it spoke, the enormous palm was already less than ten feet away from Zu An's head. The pressure emanating from afar forced a handprint into the ground beneath Zu An's feet, yet Zu An remained proudly standing in place.

Zuan lowered his head and muttered to himself in a low voice, "This kind of pressure, this sense of oppression, is indeed very much like an emperor. It seems that his power has indeed left an indelible impression on my mind."

“However…” He suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed intently on the man in the dragon robe on the rooftop, “After what happened that night, you will always be a loser in my eyes.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and said, "God said, 'Let there be light!'"

At that moment, the sky seemed to hear his response. The somewhat gloomy clouds dispersed, and a ray of golden light shone down from the clouds, dispelling the surrounding haze.

Then it enveloped the emperor, who suddenly began to smoke. Flames then rose visible on his dragon robe, and soon he was engulfed by the flames, letting out a series of shrill screams.

The terrifying giant hand that had been hanging in mid-air had vanished into thin air, and the terrifying pressure had disappeared without a trace.

Amidst screams of agony, the emperor was finally burned to ashes.

A mocking smile appeared on Zuan's face: "In my own world of consciousness, I am naturally a god. Who can be more powerful than me?"

Yun Yuqing, standing to the side, stared in utter shock: "This is impossible..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the surrounding scenery distorted. There was no emperor, no Zhu Xie Chixin, and the embroidered envoys who had been lying all over the ground had vanished without a trace.

Only the corpses of those assassins remained; well, they were fighting Yun Yuqing.

The face of "Yun Yuqing," who had just been slapped to the side and coughed up blood, also twisted. The mysterious cloak and golden hair made her look like Jia Sili!

Zuan sighed. As expected, Jasley was not dead. The fact that he had just stabbed her in the throat was just an illusion.

Wait, when exactly did I fall into her illusion? I was on guard from the beginning, and even Bai Ming didn't give me a warning.

His gaze fell on the red bell on his opponent's ankle. Hmm, thinking that the bell had been ringing non-stop since the two started fighting, he must have been caught off guard like that.

Jasley stared intently at Zaun: "How exactly did you discover that world was fake? I don't believe I gave anything away."

Zu An sighed: "I've found it strange from the beginning. I always felt that the timing of Zhu Xie Chixin and his people's appearance was too coincidental. They came out right after we finished fighting, as if they had been lying in ambush here all along. You have to understand that this is the suburbs. Even if the fighting alarmed the people in the capital, the first to arrive would definitely be the city defense army, not the Embroidered-Robed Envoys."

You have to understand that he was the one who had been investigating this case the whole time, and he had the most information. Even he didn't expect these people to be lying in wait, so how could Zhu Xie and Chi Xin react faster?

"You judged it to be fake just like that?" Jasley looked incredulous.

Zuan said calmly, "And the emperor, his appearance was too abrupt."

Theoretically, if the emperor needed his help to frame Prince Qi, he wouldn't kill him the moment they met, unless the emperor knew about his affair with the empress. But how could that be? He's not an omniscient and omnipotent god.

Of course, there was an even more important reason that confirmed his suspicions: he hadn't received any anger points at all.

Although the other party can simulate some incredibly realistic illusions, they cannot simulate the fluctuations of each person's soul.

"Now that your question has been answered, you can rest in peace." Zuan didn't want the villain to die from talking too much. He had been waiting for an opportunity, and he rushed over quickly when the other party was distracted after hearing the answer.

At this moment, a dark shadow attacked from the side. Zu An saw that it was one of the assassins who had died earlier, who had obviously been controlled by that yin-yang person and turned into a corpse puppet.

He casually swung his palm, intending to shake the corpse puppet away, but it delayed his important business.

Although he knew something was wrong as soon as he got his hands on it, he immediately teleported several feet to the side.

With a bang, the corpse puppet suddenly erupted violently, spraying countless drops of dark green corpse fluid everywhere, and a foul stench spread throughout the area.

Zuan felt a wave of disgust and nausea. Damn it, this stinks even more than the herring cans from his previous life.

The grass on the ground withered and turned black instantly when it came into contact with the corpse fluid, and even the earth sizzled and emitted puffs of white smoke, clearly indicating that every drop was highly poisonous.

"Can you please stop being so disgusting every time?" At this moment, Jasley's disgusted voice came from the side. She had just seized the opportunity to hide to the side and avoided getting wet from the swarming corpse fluid. However, she covered her nose tightly, clearly unable to stand the smell.

"Hmph, I saved your life." Shu Shuhao's sinister voice came, and he jumped to Jia Sili's side like a zombie, forming a pincer movement with her.

The corpse puppets he controlled were also scattered around, giving Yun Yuqing a chance to catch her breath. She hurriedly came to Zu An's side, her face covered in sweat and her cheeks flushed, clearly indicating that the battle she had just fought was not easy.

Although she possessed considerable cultivation, she had expended too much energy dealing with the experts of the Golden and Silver Rings. Now, this Shu Shuhao's cultivation was no less than hers, and she was using disgusting corpse puppets. As a woman, she was naturally somewhat afraid of such things, so her combat power was weakened by several percent.

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