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It was at the moment when the Emperor's Order was shattered that the other people in the hall suddenly felt the pressure on them dissipate.

It was as if something had floated away from their bodies, no longer binding them.

Not only the people in the hall, but the entire Cangyuan Kingdom had the same feeling at this time.

[How strange! Do you feel that your body has become lighter? ]

[Yes, yes, yes! I thought I was the only one who felt this way, do you all feel this way? ]

[It’s really amazing. We Atlanteans rarely get sick, so why do I feel like my heart and lungs are much more unblocked? ]

[No matter what, this is a good thing. I even feel that my bloodline has evolved! ]

In the Zero Community, there are many different opinions and confusion.

Only the people at the scene knew that this feeling was the will that High Priest Cangyuan had instilled in them, which dissipated along with the shattering of the Emperor's Heavenly Order.

The sword of Damocles hanging over their heads also disappeared.

From now on, their lives will no longer be controlled by others, and their actions will no longer be restricted by anyone.

King Beirut seemed to be struck by lightning. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips trembled violently: "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

The Imperial Heavenly Order is a divine weapon forged by the High Priest Cangyuan. How could it be destroyed by Ye Wanlan?
Could it be that her willpower is even greater than that of High Priest Cangyuan?
In fact, King Beirut had long known that the High Priest of Cangyuan, like the Supreme Wisdom, had also planted a mark on the people of Cangyuan.

The Imperial Order can activate these marks to control the people of Cangyuan.

It’s not that no one has resisted the King of Beirut’s brutal and ruthless rule, but he can eliminate these people quietly with the Imperial Order.

Therefore, as long as the Imperial Order is in place, the King of Beirut will have nothing to fear, even if Ye Wanlan has already put a knife to his neck.

But now, the Imperial Order has been destroyed, and the mark planted by the High Priest of Cangyuan has also disappeared. No one in Cangyuan will be under his control anymore.

King Beirut's eyes were dull, and he looked like a fool. His whole body was shaking, like sifting chaff: "No... I don't believe it! This is impossible! No!"

Ye Wanlan raised her hand and scattered the last of the powder. Her eyes fell on the King of Beirut again: "Now guess, can I kill you?"

It was a very soft voice, but to the ears of the King of Beirut it sounded like an evil ghost crawling out of hell to take his life.

He shuddered suddenly and forced out an ugly smile: "Wanlan, I... I am your grandfather. Without me, there would be no you. As a family, how can there be any grudges that cannot be explained? Don't you think so?"

He was afraid.

No matter how much he covets power, he values ​​his own life more.

If you lose your life, everything is lost.

"Beirut, when you wanted to kill my grandmother and my father, did you ever think about the fact that we are a family?" Ye Wanlan suddenly curled his lips, "However, I changed my mind, because I also want to try to see if the high priest's prophecy is accurate."

The King of Beirut's heart skipped a beat and he immediately had a bad premonition.

What does this sentence...mean?
"The high priest said that it was my father who killed you." Ye Wanlan raised the sword in his hand, "But now, it is me who killed you."

She didn't even wait for King Beirut to react before piercing his heart with the sharp blade!

"Puff!" King Beirut's mouth opened uncontrollably and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and his breath instantly died.

Ye Wanlan's expression was indifferent, but her actions were extremely ruthless. She actually turned the hilt of the sword and crushed the heart of the King of Beirut.

"You are poisonous... poisonous..." Blood flooded King Beirut's throat and he was unable to utter complete words.

It is true that the physique of the Atlanteans is much stronger than that of humans, but if the heart is broken, it is impossible for them to survive as long as they are mortals.

King Beirut's eyes widened, and his hand dropped heavily without a sound. "..."

There was still deathly silence in the hall.

Even Lanslo, who had been urging Ye Wanlan to act as soon as possible, was speechless. He opened his mouth slightly, shocked by Ye Wanlan's dynamism.

"It seems that the high priest's prophecy is not accurate." Ye Wanlan smiled slightly.

"Ah-"

She drew out the sword, and the blade was as smooth as before, without a drop of blood on it.

Ye Wanlan turned around, inserted the sword into the ground again, and slowly said: "King Beirut is dead, I will succeed him, do you have any objections?"

"..."

No one spoke.

"Since there is no objection, from today on, Cangyuan will be ruled by me." Ye Wanlan kicked the body of King Beirut off the throne and then sat down.

She was clearly not wearing fancy palace clothes, nor was she wearing a solemn crown on her head.

But she sat there, so graceful and radiant that no one dared to look directly at her.

She was born to be a king.

But she had walked this road for too long.

She has also paid too much on this road.

She walked through blood and was covered with scars, but she still sat in a position above thousands of people.

The princes and ministers remained silent, and the knights followed Lancelot's orders and stood still.

Lancelot came back to his senses. He took a step forward, knelt on one knee first, clenched his right hand into a fist, and clasped it in front of his left chest: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!"

Lancelot was too proud and he never had any respect for the King of Beirut.

Seeing Lancelot like this, the princes and ministers looked at each other and were somewhat moved.

You know, Lancelo controls the highest military power of Cangyuan Kingdom.

"Bah!" a middle-aged minister said viciously, "You are a woman, are you qualified to be the emperor? Beirut is certainly wrong, but it is not your turn to be the emperor!"

“You don’t think I’m easier to talk to than Beirut, do you?” Ye Wanlan clasped his hands together and nodded his chin nonchalantly, “I will be even more ruthless than him. I will kill people myself.”

When she said this, there was a faint smile on her lips.

This smile reflected in the eyes of the middle-aged minister made him feel palpitations, but he still insisted: "Cang Yuan will never allow a woman to be the emperor. I don't accept it! I will not approve of it!"

"Not convinced?" Ye Wanlan said calmly, "You don't need to obey. You just need to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "swish" sound, and a flower of blood burst out from the left chest of the middle-aged minister.

His eyes widened and his body fell limply.

"Jord Nicholson, bullied thirty-seven women and killed sixteen people." Ye Wanlan leaned back in his chair and said lightly, "It is not a pity that he died."

As soon as these four words came out, even the oldest Oleg trembled.

He finally knelt down and kowtowed devoutly: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you." (End of this chapter)