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

"On fire? Then let them burn to their heart's content!" Chu Ze's tone was still cold, "I want to see how long they can burn!"

He knew very well that this fire would not only burn houses, but also people's hearts. Only by letting the rebels feel enough pain can they understand what the consequences of challenging the imperial power are!
The blazing fire illuminated Chu Ze's stern face, like a Shura from hell. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on the world and all living beings, as if he was in control of everything.

At this moment, in the dark, a pair of beautiful eyes were closely watching Chu Ze's every move. Princess Changle was hiding in the shadows, with a complicated look on her face.

"Chu Ze, you are really ruthless!" She murmured in a low voice, with a hint of admiration and a hint of fear in her tone.

She knew Chu Ze's interests and knew that there was a bigger conspiracy behind this rebellion. She couldn't help but start to doubt whether she could really control the overall situation.

"Interesting, it's getting more and more interesting." Princess Changle raised her lips into a meaningful smile, with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Under the tower, the fire was getting more and more fierce, and the rebels' offensive was getting more and more fierce. However, Chu Ze remained calm, as if everything was under his control.

He slowly drew the sword from his waist, pointed the tip of the sword at the sky, and said in a cold and firm tone: "I am the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Anyone who dares to offend the Ming Dynasty will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

As soon as the words fell, a golden light shot up into the sky, breaking through the clouds. Then, countless golden lights shot out from the palace, streaking through the night sky like a meteor shower, and whizzed towards the direction of the rebels.

"Boom boom boom——"

A series of explosions sounded, the earth trembled, and flames splashed. The rebel camp was instantly blown into a sea of ​​fire, and wailing and screaming resounded through the sky.

Chu Ze stood on the city wall, overlooking everything below, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"You don't know your own limitations!" He spat out these four words coldly, his tone full of disdain and contempt.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from the fire and attacked Chu Ze at lightning speed.

"Protect His Majesty!" The commander of the imperial guards was horrified and quickly stood in front of Chu Ze.

However, the speed of the black shadow was so fast that it arrived in front of Chu Ze in the blink of an eye.

"Die!" The black shadow let out a low roar, and a cold light flashed in his hand, and a sharp dagger pierced Chu Ze's throat.

At the critical moment, Chu Ze raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile. He stretched out two fingers and lightly clamped the blade of the dagger.

"With just this little ability, you dare to assassinate me?" Chu Ze's tone was cold, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

He exerted force suddenly, and the dagger broke. The shadow's face changed drastically, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"You... who are you?" he asked tremblingly.

"I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!" Chu Ze spoke in a domineering tone, his eyes filled with an aura that looked down on the world.

He slapped the black shadow in the chest. The black shadow screamed and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood and dying. Chu Ze slowly retracted his palm, looked at the black shadow on the ground with cold eyes, and said in a cold tone: "I have said that anyone who dares to offend the Ming Dynasty will be killed no matter how far away he is!"

Just when Chu Ze thought everything was settled, something strange happened! The man in black, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up, with a black ball in his hand, and threw it straight towards Chu Ze!

The ball drew a strange arc in the air, emitting a frightening aura...

In the blazing fire, the pitch-black ball cut through the air and hit Chu Ze's face at lightning speed! The surrounding imperial guards exclaimed in surprise, but they had no time to stop it, and even their reaction was almost half a beat slow.

Just when everyone thought that the emperor was in danger, Chu Ze did not move at all, and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"How can such a petty skill be worthy of being in my hall of elegance!"

He raised his arm gently, his movements slow and calm, as if he was dealing with some insignificant trick. Before the ball got close, it was clamped by Chu Ze's two fingers - the force was controlled with extreme precision, and the ball kept struggling on his fingertips, but it couldn't move any further.

The black-clothed man's eyes were filled with fear, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably: "You - this is impossible! That is the Soul-Separating Thunder made by my master himself. Anyone who touches it will die! How could you -"

Chu Ze smiled coldly, not even bothering to look at the man in black, and just stared at the ball in his hand leisurely: "Soul-Separation Thunder?" He repeated it with a hint of amusement, and then looked at it in front of his eyes for a moment, as if he was picking on the craftsman's craftsmanship, and then sneered with disdain, "Nothing more than that."

"Since it is your master's masterpiece, I might as well return it to you."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ze shook his wrist violently, and the black ball bounced back at an even faster speed!
"Boom!" The man in black was swallowed by the flames of the explosion without even a scream, and turned into ashes, leaving only a few wisps of smoke floating in the air. The entire tower was silent, and everyone was stunned for a moment before they burst into thunderous cheers as if they had just woken up from a dream.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"The Son of Heaven is mighty and invincible!"

However, Chu Ze raised his hand to stop the crowd from cheering, his expression as cold as an iceberg. He slowly turned around, his eyes swept across the densely packed imperial guards, and fell in the direction of Princess Changle. Although she had tried her best to hide her figure, in front of Chu Ze, all her disguises were in vain.

"How long do you plan to see me if you hide like this?" Chu Ze's voice was low, but it was full of unquestionable suppression. "Or does Princess Changle think she is so smart that her tricks of pretending to be ghosts can deceive my eyes?"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of Princess Changle finally appeared slowly in the shadow. She was wearing a dark purple dress, graceful and elegant, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. The light and shadow of the night lost their color in front of her. She crossed her arms and looked at Chu Ze with a smile, without showing any embarrassment.

"Your Majesty is indeed a discerning person. I admire you." Princess Changle raised her hand and bowed, but her tone was mixed with a strange sarcasm. "It's just that I was just passing by and didn't mean to disturb your majesty's dignity."

"Oh? Really?" Chu Ze sneered and walked towards her. Every step he took was like a thousand-pound pressure, making the atmosphere around them suddenly tense.

Although Princess Changle was a little frightened, she still kept a calm smile and looked directly at Chu Ze. He seemed to see the nervousness in her heart, and he just raised the corner of his mouth with a little contempt.

"Whether you did it on purpose or not, I only want to ask you one question: Do you have any part in this farce?" Chu Ze took two steps in front of Princess Changle, his eyes like a sharp blade, piercing her heart. His tone was low and cold, but it carried a kind of condescending pressure. (End of this chapter)