Qi Yanzhen laughed loudly:

"Qi Chengzhen, don't make yourself sound so noble, who do you think you are?

He is still eyeing the throne.

Haven't you been developing your own power and planning a rebellion all these years?

You are afraid of being labeled a rebel, so you are claiming to be avenging your father. You are such a hypocrite!"

"Qi Yanzhen, I don't want to talk nonsense with you.

You will definitely die today.

Do you want to end your life by yourself, or should I give you a ride?"

"Qi Chengzhen, don't be too arrogant. I'm waiting for you downstairs."

After saying this, Qi Yanzhen picked up the dagger on the table and slashed his neck.

Qi Yanzhen died!

King Cheng was still worried, so he personally went to check Qi Yanzhen's body. Only after he was sure that he was dead did he breathe a sigh of relief:

"Qi Yanzhen, you are finally dead, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?

More than ten years.

I finally got my wish today!

Ha ha ha ha……"

At this moment, Qi Chengzhen heard the explosion, got startled, and asked:

"What happened outside?"

Qi Yanzhen's men ran in in a panic:

"Your Majesty is too old!"

King Cheng walked past him and gave his subordinate a hard kick:

"Who says I am not a king?"

The subordinate didn't care about the pain, he quickly got up and said:

"Your Highness, a group of people came to the palace gate. They were holding unknown weapons. Our people were killed by the weapons in their hands before they even got close."

"What? Let's go and take a look."

"Your Highness, you can't do that. Wu Xi is too powerful. I'm afraid it won't be long before they attack the palace.

Your Majesty, we will hold on, you should escape first!"

After hearing that, King Cheng turned around and kicked his men again:

“When has this king ever been a deserter?

Even if I die, I will never run away."

King Cheng turned around and walked out of the hall.

The subordinate wanted to dissuade him, but King Cheng glared back at him coldly.

The men didn't dare to speak anymore.

King Cheng continued to move forward.

In just a short while, half of King Cheng's men had been killed.

At this moment, Liu Zheheng was trying to persuade them to surrender:

"As long as you put down your weapons and surrender, we will not kill you..."

The soldiers held their guns tightly in their hands and looked at Liu Zheheng and his group vigilantly.

When King Cheng arrived, he heard the words of persuasion to surrender and became furious:

"Who are you anyway?"

Song Yaoyao asked back:

"Knowing our identities, do you think you can defeat us?"

King Cheng stared at the short boy and said:

"Little dwarf, have you been weaned?"

"You haven't been weaned yet. Do you have milk? Do you want to feed me?"

Song Yaoyao looked King Cheng up and down:

"You don't even have the ability to breastfeed!

Or are you different from other men?"

King Cheng was so angry that his face turned black:

"You little dwarf, you are so sharp-tongued! You have no shame!

I will tear you into pieces!"

“Is this urgent?

By the way, why do I feel that your breath is worse than your foot?"

"You little dwarf, you deserve to die!"