Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

A moment later, Zhu Biao walked in.

He was dressed in the robes of a prince and had a golden crown on his head, looking very majestic.

"Your son pays homage to His Majesty!" Zhu Biao saluted.

"Biao'er, you're here." Chu Ze looked at Zhu Biao, a complicated look flashing in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I have a favor to ask of you," said Zhu Biao.

"What's the matter?" Chu Ze asked.

"Your son would like to ask your father to pass the throne to you!" Zhu Biao said in a firm tone.

Chu Ze's face changed when he heard this.

"Biaoer, what do you mean?" Chu Ze asked in a deep voice.

"Father, I have grown up and can help you." Zhu Biao said, "I beg you to pass the throne to me!"

Chu Ze looked at Zhu Biao, his heart full of confusion and uneasiness.

Zhu Biao's behavior today is really abnormal!
Could it be that he has really been possessed by an evil spirit?
Chu Ze took a deep breath and said, "Biao'er, I am still in good health and can still rule for a few more years."

"Father, I am also thinking about the Ming Dynasty." Zhu Biao said, "I beg you to pass the throne to me!"

Chu Ze looked at Zhu Biao, his heart filled with helplessness and grief.

He knew that Zhu Biao had been controlled by evil and was no longer the original Zhu Biao.

"Biao'er, go ahead." Chu Ze waved his hand and said, "I'm tired and want to rest for a while."

When Zhu Biao heard this, his face changed.

"Father, you..."

"I have made up my mind, you can go!" Chu Ze said in a firm tone.

Zhu Biao looked at Chu Ze, a hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes.

"Father, since you are unwilling to agree to my request, don't blame me for being unfilial!"

After saying that, Zhu Biao suddenly drew out the sword from his waist and stabbed towards Chu Ze!

Chu Ze was prepared. He dodged Zhu Biao's attack with a flash of his body.

"Biao'er, do you really want to kill your father?" Chu Ze looked at Zhu Biao, his eyes filled with grief and disappointment.

"Hmph! The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. It has been like this since ancient times!" Zhu Biao snorted coldly and attacked Chu Ze again.

Chu Ze sighed. He knew that he had no choice.

He drew the sword at his waist and fought with Zhu Biao.

The father and son were wielding swords and sabers, filled with murderous intent.

Although Chu Ze is very powerful, he is old after all, and he doesn't want to hurt Zhu Biao.

Therefore, he has been in a passive situation.

"Father, you are old and no longer a match for me!" Zhu Biao said as he attacked, "Just pass the throne to me!"

Chu Ze didn't say anything, he just silently resisted Zhu Biao's attack.

He knew that he could not lose, he had to protect the Ming Dynasty!
At this moment, a white light flashed, and Zhang Sanfeng appeared between the two of them.

He stretched out his right hand and gently slapped Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao was blown away, fell heavily to the ground, and vomited blood.

"Old Taoist priest, how dare you ruin my good deeds!" Zhu Biao roared.

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I just can't stand you being such an evil heretic, so I'm helping you." "Evil heretic? Hahaha..." Zhu Biao laughed again, "Old Taoist, you are too naive! Do you think you can stop me?"

"We'll know if we can stop him if we try!" Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly and attacked Zhu Biao again...

Zhang Sanfeng's hair and beard were all standing out, and his image of an immortal was even more fierce. He flipped his palms, and the Tai Chi force surged towards Zhu Biao like the Yangtze River. Zhu Biao was shocked by this force and retreated repeatedly, his face becoming paler and paler.

"You old bastard, how dare you hurt me!" Zhu Biao screamed, his eyes full of hatred. He struggled to stand up, but found that his body seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, unable to move.

Chu Ze looked at the scene in front of him with mixed feelings. He was saddened by Zhu Biao's fall, but also grateful to Zhang Sanfeng for saving him.

"Biao'er, turn back!" Chu Ze said in a deep voice, "I know you still have good thoughts in your heart. Don't be controlled by evil again!"

“Hahahaha…” Zhu Biao laughed wildly, “Good intentions? What are good intentions? In this world where the strong prey on the weak, only strength is the truth! When I control the Ming Dynasty, I can get everything!”

"You are stubborn!" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes. He waved his palm again, and a powerful force knocked Zhu Biao away, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Zhu Biao was spitting blood and was dying. He struggled to raise his head and looked at Chu Ze, his eyes full of resentment and hatred.

"Father, you...you wait...I...I will come back..."

After saying this, Zhu Biao fainted.

Chu Ze looked at the unconscious Zhu Biao, his heart filled with grief. He slowly walked to Zhu Biao's side, stretched out his hand to feel his breath, and found that he was still alive, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Zhang, thank you for your help." Chu Ze bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I am only doing my duty." Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and said with a smile, "But this evil demon is cunning and may come back again. Your Majesty needs to be careful."

Chu Ze nodded and said, "I understand. Thank you Master Zhang for reminding me."

"Your Majesty, this Crown Prince..." Zhang Sanfeng looked at the unconscious Zhu Biao, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Alas..." Chu Ze sighed, "Let's take him back to the palace first and wait until he wakes up."

"Yes."

Afterwards, Chu Ze had Zhu Biao carried back to the palace.

After returning to the imperial study, Chu Ze sat on the dragon chair and fell into deep thought.

Zhu Biao's sudden rebellion shocked and saddened him greatly. He could never have imagined that his most beloved son would become like this.

"Did I really do something wrong?" Chu Ze murmured to himself.

At this moment, a eunuch came in and reported: "Your Majesty, the commander of the Jinyiwei, Jiang Li, wants to see you."

"Announce him to come in."

"Yes."

After a while, Jiang Li came in, knelt on the ground, and said, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"Get up." Chu Ze said, "What do you want to report?"

"Your Majesty, I have found out that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is controlled by a cult organization called the 'Blood Demon Cult.'" Jiang Lin said.

"Blood Demon Cult?" Chu Ze frowned. "How come I have never heard of this evil cult?"

"Your Majesty, the Blood Demon Cult acts very secretly, and most of their followers are desperate criminals, so it is difficult to be discovered." Jiang Lin said, "I only recently found their whereabouts."

"What is the origin of this Blood Demon Cult?" Chu Ze asked.

"Your Majesty, according to my investigation, the leader of this Blood Demon Cult is a mysterious figure called 'Blood Demon Ancestor'." Jiang Li said, "This person is unfathomable and proficient in various evil arts. He is very dangerous."

"Blood Demon Ancestor..." Chu Ze muttered to himself, "It seems that I have to go and meet this Blood Demon Ancestor in person."

"Your Majesty, you must not do that!" Jiang Li said hurriedly, "This Blood Demon Ancestor is very powerful. Your Majesty's body is worth a million gold. You must not take risks lightly!" (End of this chapter)