The Imperial Study.
Emperor Ming's face was ashen as he coldly stared at the person opposite him.
A young man who looked exactly like Emperor Ming greeted them with a smile, "My good emperor, are you surprised?"
Emperor Ming said in a deep voice, "So, you're plotting a rebellion, Prince of the South?"
"Wrong! I am the Emperor, you are the one who rebelled!" The young man roared in anger, pointing at Emperor Ming, "Guards, execute this traitor by slow slicing!"
Ye Gucheng and the honest monk stepped forward, both releasing the aura of Grandmasters, which intimidated Emperor Ming.
"Very well!" Emperor Ming's expression changed drastically as he roared, "Cao Zhengchun! Yu Huatian! Come out here and die!"
The words fell.
Boom!!!
The roof collapsed, and Cao Zhengchun and Yu Huatian fell from the sky, but they were knocked down by someone. Both of them clutched their chests and vomited blood.
Emperor Ming's pupils contracted slightly as he watched the majestic figure slowly descend.
"My dear imperial uncle, are you also going to rebel against me?"
"You audacious traitor! How dare you impersonate the Emperor! Your entire family shall be executed!"
The Iron-Blooded Marquis Zhu Wushi was imposing and his gaze, sharp as a sword, pierced the Ming Emperor, causing the emperor to retreat a few steps in alarm.
"So you all want to rebel against me? Then you'll all die!"
Emperor Ming gazed at the crowd, stood up, and slammed his hand heavily on the armrest of the dragon throne.
Buzz!
The entire palace was shaking.
Emperor Ming was so frightened that he fell back onto the dragon throne once again.
"Your Majesty, there seems to be a problem with the mechanism, but don't worry, with our Dragon Protector Clan here, no one can harm you in the slightest."
Four strangely dressed people emerged from the hidden door and stood guard in front of Emperor Ming.
"The Imperial Secret Agent Zero Zero Gong!"
"The Spy Who Loved Me!"
"Forbidden City Cop!"
"The Imperial Spy Zero Zero Fortune!"
"We swear to protect the Emperor with our lives!"
in.
Lingling Gong was shirtless, his whole body radiating golden light, like a golden Arhat.
Linglingxi wielded two swords, his aura wild and violent, like a prehistoric beast.
Ling Ling Fa held a Thunderbolt in his left hand and a Myriad Manifestations Umbrella in his right.
Linglingcai held a long spear horizontally in front of him.
Then another strangely dressed monk emerged from behind the screen: "Amitabha! The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore!"
"National Preceptor Wenxi, you've arrived!" Emperor Ming excitedly tugged at the monk's sleeve.
"Your Majesty, please call me Leonardo da Vinci."
The peculiar monk put his hands together and smiled slightly.
Lu Xiaofeng walked out of the side hall and said with a pained expression, "Ye Gucheng, you really have come to this."
A grandfather and grandson followed closely behind.
Ye Gucheng didn't seem to care much, but said with a hint of doubt, "It seems I was exposed a long time ago."
Zhu Wushi and the honest monk exchanged a glance, both realizing that things were going badly and that the situation was hopeless.
Emperor Ming's face was contorted with rage, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You treacherous officials and traitors, who have attempted to rebel, deserve to have your entire families executed!"
At this moment, someone said quietly, "Grandpa, this Prince of the South and Imperial Uncle Zhu Wushi are both members of the royal family. Does the extermination of nine generations mean that the emperor should also be killed?"
Someone else chimed in, "It's good that they're all killed. Without classes, there's no oppression. If all the nobles are dead, the common people will be blessed."
"Grandpa is right."
Their seemingly oblivious conversation drew everyone's attention.
Murong Fu, with his youthful face and white hair, smiled innocently and said calmly, "This old man is nameless, just a passerby watching the show. Don't mind us, grandfather and grandson. You can continue."
Yue Lingshan's appearance is childish, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl.
Upon hearing this, no one dared to underestimate the situation. Could someone who could enter the palace unharmed and even dare to watch the spectacle under such circumstances be an ordinary person?
"snort!"
Emperor Ming gave a heavy snort, temporarily ignoring Murong Fu, and continued to stare coldly at Zhu Wushi and the others.
"Kill them!"
"Your Majesty, the space inside the palace is limited. I'm afraid the power of the Thunderbolt Fire might be too great and could accidentally injure you."
Linglingfa immediately replied.
Emperor Ming's lips twitched slightly, and he said coldly, "Ye Gucheng, I will give you a chance to live. Fight Ximen Chuixue. If you win, you can leave."
"Oh!"
Ye Gucheng chuckled, raised his sword, and thrust it straight at the enemy.
"Protect the Emperor!"
"Protect the Emperor!"
Emperor Ming was terrified and stumbled backward, collapsing onto the dragon throne once more.
Lingling Gong shouted "Hah!" and his whole body glowed, standing in front of him.
Then came Linglingxi and Linglingcai, who stood guard on either side.
Leonardo da Vinci trembled and hid at the foot of the dragon throne.
In a flurry of activity, Ling Ling Fa threw out the Thunderbolt.
Boom!!!
Another loud noise erupted, flames burst forth, and the entire palace shook.
Click, click!
The palace collapsed, and chaos ensued.
Murong Fu's eyelids twitched. He held Yue Lingshan's slender waist and retreated again and again, instantly appearing a hundred meters away.
I thought to myself, "No wonder he's Ling Lingfa, the most brilliant inventor of the Ming Dynasty. This thunderous gunpowder is comparable to a modern missile!"
"Amazing!"
Yue Lingshan was dumbfounded. With such explosive gunpowder, what use was martial arts?
No matter how strong your internal energy is, it will be reduced to ashes in a single shot.
Murong Fu said calmly, "Gunpowder is indeed powerful, but it is ultimately just an external thing. True power lies in one's own strength."
Lu Xiaofeng appeared silently beside him, smiled faintly, touched his four eyebrows, and replied, "What Senior Wuming said is true."
Murong Fu said in a senior's tone, "Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, his reputation as a phoenix dancing in the nine heavens is well-deserved."
Lu Xiaofeng clasped his hands in a fist salute and said politely, "Senior's lightness skill is also very impressive, the best I have ever seen in my life."
As the two were offering their compliments, a commotion arose from the palace ruins.
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