dognovel Chapter 338 Emperor’s Wrath
Chapter 338 Emperor’s Wrath
"Asshole! Is this the place where you can act wild?"
Zhou Li's long sword finally struck, and the shadows of mountains and rivers appeared on the black blade.
This knife split the solidified time and space. Before the knife energy arrived, a three-foot gully had already appeared on the ground of the altar!
The Deep Sea King let out a long roar, and his figure turned into mist again.
But this time the sword energy was too fast, and a small part of the blood mist was still swallowed by the black crystal sword, making a "hissing" burning sound.
"The old guy has some skills."
The blood mist reorganized around the Prime Minister. The Deep Sea King grabbed Zhao Mingde's neck and said, "Let's see which is faster, your sword or the short life of these old ministers."
Zhou Li's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Behind him, Empress Dowager Li was holding Zhou Tianhao, who looked terrified, in her arms.
Zhou Tianxuan had already collapsed on the ground, and his proud crystal longbow fell to the side.
This evil boy finally showed a look of fear.
Zhao Mingde's larynx crackled between the Deep Sea King's fingers, and his old face turned purple due to lack of oxygen.
His cloudy pupils reflected Zhou Li's figure, and he suddenly grinned with blood oozing from his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "My king...this old minister...is very fortunate..."
Blood flowed down the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the back of Deep Sea King's hand, making a hissing burning sound.
This veteran of three dynasties actually has a lot of bright spiritual power integrated into his blood!
"I have assisted two generations of emperors..."
Zhao Mingde's wrinkled eyes cracked, tears streaming down his face. "I wanted to...watch the new emperor ascend the throne..."
His trembling right hand suddenly glowed white, "Now... I'm afraid it won't work..."
Zhou Li's pupils suddenly shrank. As a minister who had been with him for such a long time, he already knew what he wanted to do. He looked at Zhao Mingde, who was creaking in the hands of the Deep Sea King, with grief.
"Stop!" The emperor's voice trembled for the first time.
The black long sword clanged to the ground, and Zhou Li stumbled forward half a step, "Put him down... I want to talk to you..."
The Deep Sea King jokingly shook the old man in his hand: "What a touching relationship between king and minister..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.
White light burst out from all seven of Zhao Mingde's orifices at the same time. His hunched body was like a burning paper man, turning into spots of light in the sky under the horrified gaze of the crowd.
"Old bastard! Are you so brave?" The Deep Sea King shook his burned hand angrily.
Those light spots condensed into chains in the air, nailing his feet firmly to the altar.
His scarlet eyes turned rapidly, looking fiercely at Empress Dowager Li, whose phoenix crown was trembling slightly. Now he had to find a new bargaining chip.
"You are courting death!"
The world suddenly became silent.
Zhou Li stood there with his head lowered, and the crisp sound of the twelve jade beads on the imperial crown hitting each other could be clearly heard.
When he looked up again, the whites of his eyes had turned completely golden, and a dazzling dragon pattern appeared on his forehead.
"boom--"
"Royal Domain—Deploy!"
The golden field suddenly expanded with him as the center, and gravel floated in the air wherever it passed.
The black long sword transformed into a gilded heavy blade in the light, and the dragon pattern coiled on the blade was like a living creature swimming.
The Deep Sea King was shocked to find that his fingertips were beginning to petrify, and the light chains wrapped around his ankles suddenly grew longer and climbed up along his leg bones.
"It's just a disaster in the sea."
Zhou Li's voice echoed in a flurry, and every step he took left a burning footprint on the bluestone. "Are you worthy enough to lay hands on my kingdom?"
The Deep Sea King frantically urged the bloody evil energy, but found that the spiritual power in the area was flowing backwards.
He watched helplessly as his newly repaired body began to crack again, and finally let out a cry like a trapped beast: "No—this is impossible!"
The golden threads on Empress Dowager Li's phoenix robe suddenly broke and transformed into three thousand sword shadows under the blessing of the domain.
When Zhou Li's heavy blade and sword shadow fell at the same time, the clouds of the entire Dazhou Mountain were reflected in blood red.
After a moment, Zhou Li slowly fell back to the ground, and the golden field receded like a tide.
The gleam in his eyes gradually faded, turning back into those bottomless black pupils.
When his eyes swept over Zhou Tianxuan who was lying on the ground, a trace of disgust flashed in the emperor's eyes.
"Trash, something that can't do anything good but is more likely to cause trouble."
Just a few simple words, yet they carried a suffocating pressure.
Zhou Li raised his hand and a stream of invisible energy slammed into Zhou Tianxuan's chest.
The prince flew backwards like a rag and landed heavily on the stone steps ten feet away. A blinding scarlet color suddenly spread out from under him.
The silver-armored guards were silent, their previous arrogance completely gone.
They knelt on the ground trembling, their foreheads pressed against the blood-stained ground, fearing that they would be the next to suffer.
Zhou Li took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and a gentle spiritual power lifted up the surviving ministers.
His eyes swept through the crowd, and every time he saw a vacant seat, his heart ached.
More than half of these old ministers who had followed him for decades were now dead.
Empress Dowager Li walked slowly with Zhou Tianhao, her phoenix eyes filled with frost.
She glanced coldly at the blurry pool of blood and flesh in the distance, and said softly, "Someone, shovel away that disgusting thing."
Zhou Li nodded, looking at the shattered scenery around him and the splattered blood. His heart ached again, and he said, "Give those beloved ministers a proper burial."
Soon, the guards began to retreat from the battlefield.
Tie Zhan's broken armor was carefully picked up, and the light spot that Zhao Mingde turned into was put into the jade bottle.
As the two silver-armored guards were handling the "corpse" of the Deep Sea King with trepidation, the shovel suddenly hit a wriggling piece of flesh.
"This...this is..."
Before he could finish his words, the piece of minced meat suddenly jumped up!
Two pale arms shot out like lightning and pierced the soldier's chest with precision.
The sound coming from this side attracted the attention of everyone at the altar.
Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the flesh and blood on the ground squirmed and gathered together like living things, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a human form again.
The Deep Sea King twisted his neck, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.
He licked the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth and gave Zhou Li a ferocious smile: "Old man, have you had enough fighting? You're not ready to kill me yet."
Zhou Li's pupils shrank slightly. He clearly remembered that the previous blow had destroyed the opponent's body and soul, but now there was not even a trace of injury.
This strange regenerative ability was beyond his understanding.
Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, a strange sound suddenly came from the mountain road.
"Squeak--squeak--"
The sound, like the sound of dilapidated wheels rolling over bluestone slabs, seemed particularly harsh in the solemn atmosphere.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time and saw a group of silver-armored soldiers dragging a prisoner cart towards the top of the mountain.