Chapter 85:
Slaying the Dragon Today The sudden punch was beyond everyone's expectations.
The punch came so suddenly that people were completely unprepared.
Mo Qiu, who would rather give up his chance to please the emperor, shouldn't he be the most loyal dog under Emperor Zong Ming? Even Eunuch Fang would feel inferior to him.
What dog would bite its owner?
The fist wind hit his face, but Emperor Zong Ming had no reaction at all.
"Buzz~"
When the fist was about to land on Emperor Zong Ming's face, a golden light curtain rose up.
On the dragon robe woven with Liuyun Zhuiyue silk, the golden dragon came to life at this moment, emitting some dim light, forming a golden light curtain, and managed to withstand the fatal punch for Emperor Zong Ming.
The golden light circulated endlessly, wrapping up Emperor Zong Ming like an eggshell. He plunged into it with tremendous force, but it was like a drop in the ocean, leaving no trace, blocking the fatal punch.
On the dragon robe, the golden dragon meandered and flowed, and there seemed to be thousands of golden lights blooming, as if a huge sun was rising, and unparalleled majesty descended.
Everyone finally reacted and bowed their heads in shock.
Immortal magic!
Could it be that Emperor Zong Ming was really blessed by an immortal?! When the imperial guards who had gathered around him saw the golden cover, they could not help but stop in their tracks, not knowing what to do.
Emperor Zong Ming finally reacted, his face suddenly darkened, and he stared at Mo Qiu with a cold gaze, "I am a man favored by heaven, how dare you commit treason?"
He has been seeking immortality for more than 20 years. Outsiders do not know the secrets. Do they really think that he has gained nothing? Prolonging life and immortality skills are his real trump cards that can help him look down on the world!
"You have only one person but no country, only personal feelings but no morality. An emperor like you is a disaster to the world!"
Mo Qiu's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the extremely noble Emperor Zong Ming, who was surrounded by the golden dragon and looked like a god descending from the heavens, and asked softly, "Do you look down on the martial arts master too much?"
The last word fell, and a punch landed on the golden light shield.
"Buzz~"
A layer of golden debris floated in the air, like flying snow.
The true energy gathered up layer upon layer like a sea tide, with great force and heft.
Another punch! "Crack~"
A teeth-grinding hissing and shattering sound was heard, and the light shield protected by the golden dragon suddenly flickered, like a flickering candle flame, swaying and about to fall.
On the dragon robe woven from Liuyun Zhuiyue silk, the golden dragon rolled and struggled in extreme pain, trying to maintain the operation of the golden light curtain.
However, spider-web-like cracks inevitably appeared around the light shield, and even the golden dragon's own bright golden color inevitably became dim and shallow.
The heaven's favor, the majesty, the golden dragon, are nothing but illusions. Only the fist falling on the light curtain is extremely real.
Emperor Zong Ming's expression, which had been relatively calm, froze in an instant.
This. How is it possible!
How can a mere mortal fight against immortal magic? ! The next moment, he reacted.
Without caring about anything else, Emperor Zong Ming shouted at the top of his lungs: "Help me!!!"
It sounds slow, but in fact, from the moment Mo Qiu raised his fist to the moment the golden dragon blessed him, it was only a matter of a moment.
The successive incidents had already left many people stunned. Sometimes they were shocked at Mo Qiu's boldness, and sometimes they were shocked that Emperor Zong Ming had actually found his chance to become an immortal and had enough backup plans.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, Emperor Zong Ming seemed to be completely at a disadvantage again. It is no exaggeration to say that it was overwhelming. How could he react so quickly?
Since he had made up his mind, Mo Qiu naturally would not give him even half a chance. He threw the last punch without any surprise. When the fist landed on the golden light shield, the light shield, which was already shaky and covered with cracks, broke apart.
On the Liuyun Zhuiyue silk, the golden dragon also completely disappeared without any sound.
Three punches to slay the dragon!
Emperor Zong Ming, without any protection, was exposed to Mo Qiu. This time, nothing could stop him.
A huge hand like an iron clamp grabbed Emperor Zong Ming's neck and lifted him up. No emotion could be seen on Mo Qiu's dark face, and his eyes were full of coldness. The guy who was struggling in his hand was the emperor of Dayue.
Sad, lamentable! Now he has understood.
Only those who dare to destroy everything can get the right to survive.
The Mohist School was silent for ten years until many heroes rose up in Dayue and rebelled, and then people started to remember him.
From beginning to end, the emperor never cared about his people.
Everything is just to satisfy personal desires.
Watching the struggling Emperor Zongming in his hands, Mo Qiu said: "The ills of the world lie with the royal family, the eunuchs in the palace, and the officials at all levels. I have spent ten years reasoning with you."
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There was sadness and even more bitterness in those eyes.
"The harm and evil in the world are not in the local areas, not among the people, but in the government, in the bodies of you who are sitting on your laurels and eating without any mercy! Have you ever shown any mercy to the country and the people? You are always greedy for fine food, and you are as content as turtles in a mud pond, turning a blind eye to the sufferings of the world!"
Emperor Zong Ming was struggling in his hands, and Mo Qiu looked around.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the time when he first started out, wanting to raise his three-foot-long sword to eliminate all injustice in the world!
At that time, he caught the old man who wanted to steal the pig skin; but now, what he holds in his hand is the emperor of Dayue.
Is there any difference?
Maybe.
I have been preaching for ten years, and have seen and heard with my own eyes, and shed tears of blood.
The rich have fields and paths all over the place, while the poor have hardly any place to stand.
The rich have never helped the world, and the poor have no place to hide.
Along the way, I have encountered unfair things, known unjust actions, and seen unkind people. I feel deeply heartbroken!
Today, everything is over! He angrily slapped down, and his body shook three times.
Blood gushed out of his facial features, and Emperor Zong Ming looked as ferocious as an evil ghost. Where was the dignity of an emperor? The immortal magic that he relied on and trusted ultimately failed to save his life.
Mo Qiu loosened his hand, and the emperor fell limply to the ground, blood dripping onto the Liuyun Zhuiyue silk that was said to be spotless. He could wipe away the blood on his body, but could not hide the bright red in his eyes.
“Hehe.”
After taking Mo Qiu's angry palm, Emperor Zong Ming was not dead yet. An incoherent sound came from his throat, like an unwilling murmur coming from the underworld.
He tried hard to move his head towards the Wanshou Immortal Palace, and scratched the ground with his weak hands, trying to get closer to the immortal palace shrouded in clouds and mist. His lifelong wish was so close, as if it was within reach.
But it is so far away, so far that even if the entire country of Dayue were filled up, it would not be able to get it even a little bit closer.
Emperor Zong Ming, don't move.
(End of this chapter)