In the solemn and magnificent hall.
Shangguan Chen woke up as if from a dream. He looked around in astonishment. Ye Linfeng, Xiao Chen, Chu Jun, Chen Yao...
Those comrades who had fought side by side with the Mad King and had long since died appeared before him one by one. The familiar yet unfamiliar looks made Shangguan Chen's heart palpitate.
He looked down at himself and saw that his original white robe had long since turned into bloody armor.
Everyone was half-kneeling on the ground, staring intently at the thin yet tall figure on the throne. The shadow was like a loyal guard, gently wrapping around his body, blurring his face but adding a sense of mystery and ambiguity.
He sat there quietly, like the master of the entire world!
Mad King! !
This...what is going on! ? How did I return to my youth...
"Illusion! It's an illusion!" Shangguan Chen suddenly stood up from the crowd, his red eyes scanning wildly, trying to find Su Mu.
His actions attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Li Chen! What are you doing? Kneel down!" a man with a stern face shouted.
Shangguan Chen was slightly dazed, and long-forgotten memories flooded into his mind. It had been a long, long time since anyone had called him by this name, so much so that he almost forgot his real name - Li Chen.
The name Shangguan Chen was given to him after he stole the country in order to highlight the difference between nobles and commoners and to completely break away from the past.
"Shut up!" Shangguan Chen shouted angrily. At this moment, he felt ashamed and angry as if his past was exposed.
Everyone was in an uproar. No one expected that the calm and mature Li Chen would become a different person in the court today.
"Li Chen, you are crazy! His Majesty the Mad King is still up there..."
"Enough! You are a bunch of illusions! They are all fake!" Shangguan Chen said ferociously: "Su Mu, get out of here! Do you think you can trap me with just an illusion?"
Seeing Shangguan Chen so crazy, several people immediately stood up and tried to subdue him.
At this moment, the tall and majestic figure on the throne slowly raised his hand. A dark golden ring shone brightly on his slender white palm. In an instant, the hall fell silent.
Only Shangguan Chen was still searching for the flaws in the illusion.
"Li Chen, is Gu... also fake?"
The calm voice was resounding, echoing throughout the hall.
Hearing this familiar voice, Shangguan Chen trembled instinctively, and looked towards the throne with his pupils contracted, at the figure that had appeared in his nightmares for countless days and nights.
The fear engraved in his bones surged into his heart, and under the gaze of the Mad King, he actually felt a sense of fear.
But the next moment, his expression suddenly became ferocious: "You are also fake! The Mad King died a long time ago, and you think a mere illusion can deceive me? I am a Saint-level strong man! I..."
His words stopped abruptly as a cold hand gripped his throat.
He had no idea when the Mad King had appeared before his eyes, staring at him with his narrow, cold eyes, as deep as a cold pond.
"Hush, be quiet. I don't know what you want to say, but don't be impatient. Speak your thoughts slowly. I am listening."
"You..." Shangguan Chen's face flushed red and veins bulged. He wanted to use the original divine art, but was horrified to find that there was not a trace of original divine power in his body.
There is only the Golden Law [Flame Demon]!
"How could it be...my power...let me go, you damn illusion! Sumu, get out here!"
Suddenly, a cold arc appeared at the corner of the Mad King's mouth.
"Oh, so you want to die."
The Mad King smiled faintly: "However, considering that you have followed me for many years without any merit or hard work, I will spare your life."
Bang!
Shangguan Chen, who was about to suffocate, fell to the ground.
The Mad King had already turned and walked towards the throne, his dark gold robe swaying gently with his steps.
"Come here, break his limbs, abolish his abilities, and drive him out of the palace."
"Yes, Your Majesty the Mad King!"
Before Shangguan Chen could react, the two golden warriors attacked instantly and drove several mithril nails into his joints.
"ah!"
He screamed, but no one paid any attention to him. He was then dragged out of the hall like a dead dog.
He was taken to a dungeon, subjected to a series of tortures, and then thrown out of the palace.
On the street, the ragged Shangguan Chen huddled in a corner like a maggot, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.
"Sumu! Get out! Do you think you can make me surrender like this?
I am the king! I am the original pope! He is a powerful saint! Just an illusion..."
Bang!
The size 44 shoes were pressed hard against his face.
A big, burly shop owner pulled his foot back and yelled, "Where did you come from, you lunatic! Go somewhere else and stop disturbing my business!"
Shangguan Chen stared at the shop owner, murderous intent almost overflowing from his eyes, but he was now a cripple and didn't even have the strength to stand up, so naturally he couldn't make a move.
"Stare! How dare you stare at me! F*ck!"
Bang, bang, bang…
The shop owner kicked Shangguan Chen dozens of times until he was almost dying, and then he stopped.
"Bah! What the hell?" He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Shangguan Chen, and then he left with satisfaction.
"Su...Mu, wait a minute, I can't be trapped here...cough cough..." Shangguan Chen kept coughing up blood, but he never gave up for a moment.
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