“Yes!”
Liu Zhen bowed respectfully and said, “I will go and announce the Ninth Prince's arrival to the palace.”
With that, Liu Zhen turned and walked toward the entrance of the palace.
As he stepped out of the grand hall, he saw a tall figure standing proudly on the white jade square at the bottom of the stairs. Bei Chenheng stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his imposing figure towering over the place, his black hair cascading like a waterfall. His aura was deep and powerful, exuding the presence of a mountain.
“Perfect timing, Ninth Prince!”
Seeing Bei Chenheng's figure, Liu Zhen curled his lips into a cold smile. He descended the stairs and approached Bei Chenheng, mockingly saying, “The Divine Emperor was about to summon Your Highness, but it seems His Highness has come of his own accord.”
His tone carried an implication that he had just been about to kill him, but the Ninth Prince came seeking his own death.
“Your Highness, please.”
Liu Zhen gestured with one hand, leading the way with a mock bow.
“How is Father Emperor's health?”
Bei Chenheng remained still, his body as unmoving as a mountain. He turned his head to glance at Liu Zhen and asked indifferently.
“The Divine Emperor governs millions of miles of territory; his health is naturally strong and robust, like the sun at noon, shining across the land!”
Liu Zhen replied without hesitation.
“Yes.”
Bei Chenheng nodded, his tone filled with some emotion. “Father Emperor's health is truly outstanding. It has been five thousand years. My eight elder brothers have all passed, but Father Emperor is still alive.”
“I imagine that my eight elder brothers, down in the Nine Springs, must miss Father Emperor very much...”
“Father Emperor, it's time for you to meet your brothers.”
“Mm??!!”
Liu Zhen's face turned pale with shock.
The first half of Bei Chenheng's words had been fine, but the second half was utterly shocking.
What was the Ninth Prince planning?
Liu Zhen stepped back, his voice turning sharp and commanding as he yelled:
“How dare you!”
“Do you know what you are saying, Ninth Prince?”
“You are just a servant—who gave you the right to yell at me?”
Bei Chenheng took a step forward. His robe fluttered as if moved by an unseen wind, his hair billowing wildly. A terrifying aura erupted from his body, the pressure of a Saint Lord sweeping through the surroundings.
“Boom!”
He pointed a single finger, and a brilliant rainbow of light streaked through the air, tearing apart space and sending out a piercing, high-pitched whistle. It rapidly shot toward Liu Zhen, aimed to kill.
“How dare he...?!”
Liu Zhen's heart trembled, his soul nearly leaving his body.
This was the imperial palace!
Right behind him was the great hall where the Divine Emperor rested, and the Divine Emperor was currently in the palace. The Ninth Prince actually dared to strike him—was he tired of living?
Or was it that...
He knew he was doomed and wanted to make one last struggle?
“Clang!”
Liu Zhen had no time to think. He waved his hand, sending out a swirl of dust that formed countless threads, wrapping around the air, filling the skies.
He was attempting to block the strike.
“Boom...”
A deafening roar resounded.
The streak of light pierced through everything, shattering all obstacles, tearing through the dust, and the remaining force slammed into Liu Zhen's shoulder with terrifying power, smashing half of his body apart.
Blood sprayed, and bones were shattered.
Liu Zhen was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing hard into the white jade steps at the back.
The tremendous impact made the entire palace tremble.
“Divine Emperor...!!”
“Divine Emperor...!!”
Liu Zhen struggled to rise, his body covered in blood, not even bothering to wipe it away. He staggered toward the grand hall, shouting loudly:
“The Ninth Prince has rebelled!”
“He has entered the imperial palace, attempting to kill us! Please, Divine Emperor, uphold justice!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Behind him, Bei Chenheng walked slowly, hands clasped behind his back. His pace was steady, each step echoing with authority as he ascended the stairs toward the grand hall.
When he entered the great hall, Liu Zhen, drenched in blood, stood behind Bei Chenheng, glaring at him with venomous eyes.
But Bei Chenheng was unfazed, standing tall as ever, his expression calm, unaffected by the chaos he had just caused.
At the soft couch within, Bei Chenheng's father, Bei Chen Yong, lay lazily, wearing his usual robes. His face was as calm as a still pond, as if nothing had happened.
Only his cold, indifferent eyes betrayed the thoughts stirring within him.
When he saw Bei Chenheng enter, he spoke indifferently, his voice commanding.
“Kneel.”
The words carried immense authority, impossible to refute.
As soon as the words fell, a heavy pressure descended from the heavens, like a giant ancient mountain, crossing through the ages, and crashing down with incredible force.
“Boom!”
A tremendous sound echoed through the hall.
Within the hall, the runes flashed wildly, and then collapsed in an instant, rocks flying and dust filling the air. Amidst the debris, Bei Chenheng still stood firm, his posture as proud and unyielding as ever.
Upon witnessing this scene, Liu Zhen's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.
So satisfying!
More of the same!
The more you do this, the angrier the Divine Emperor will become. In the end, your fate will be miserable. Once you lose your cultivation, just pray that you don't fall into my hands.
Otherwise!
I will make sure you experience a fate worse than death!
Back then, your sixth elder brother was just like you. His ending? His soul was shattered, never to return!
From this, it's clear:
Rebellion is a taboo in Bei Chen Yong's heart.
No one may touch it.
Not even his own son!
...
Amidst the ruins, Bei Chenheng stood as steady as a mountain, still with his hands behind his back, calm and self-assured. His expression showed no sign of change. He raised his eyes and looked at Bei Chen Yong, speaking slowly:
“Father Emperor, you're old.”
“It's time to abdicate!”
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