The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 843 I've never seen such an intense battle.
"Open your eyes and see clearly," Zhu Xiong Ying stood in the center of the crowd again, looking at these once arrogant figures, "From this moment on, I have no more time to waste. Either submit—" His hand slowly clenched into a fist, with the force of an overturning sky, "or die."

The palace was deathly silent; everyone was stunned by Zhu Xiong Ying's sudden arrogance. He stood proudly, as if he were the only one worthy of respect in the world, and his domineering aura made everyone feel suffocated.

Zhu Di's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked. In his entire life of military campaigns, he had never suffered such humiliation. And yet, the other party was his own...son?Grandson? This bizarre blood relationship left him powerless and so frustrated that he felt like he was about to vomit blood.

"You! You've gone completely mad!" Zhu Gaochi pointed at Zhu Xiong Ying, his voice trembling. The usually gentle and refined man couldn't help but erupt in anger. "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Zhu Xiong Ying burst into laughter, as if he had heard a hilarious joke. His laughter was filled with disdain and mockery. "Retribution? I am retribution! This world is entirely in my hands. Who dares to punish me?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Zhu Di, a playful smile playing on his lips. "Father, aren't you going to kneel down and thank the Emperor? Do you expect me to do it myself?"

Zhu Di was burning with rage and was about to lash out when he suddenly felt an invisible force pressing down on him, causing his knees to buckle involuntarily and him to kneel on the ground.

"Stop!" A sharp shout suddenly rang out, and a flash of red light appeared. Lü Zhi had somehow broken free of her restraints and stood in front of Zhu Di. Although her face was pale and her breath was weak, her eyes were exceptionally firm, filled with a resolute determination to die for her cause.

"Zhu Xiong Ying, don't even think about humiliating the Prince of Yan!" Lü Zhi shouted sharply, the red light in her hand condensing again, transforming into a sharp sword aura that pierced straight at Zhu Xiong Ying's face.

Zhu Xiong Ying frowned slightly, seemingly surprised by Lü Zhi's tenacity. He snorted softly, flicked his finger, and a golden light shot out, colliding with the red light and producing a deafening roar.

The red light dissipated instantly, and Lü Zhi was also thrown backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

"Overestimating yourself." Zhu Xiong Ying glanced coldly at Lü Zhi, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Cough cough..." Lü Zhi struggled to stand up, but found herself unable to move. She smiled bitterly, turning her gaze to Zhu Di, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

"Prince Yan, take care..."

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes, and he was about to deliver the fatal blow when he suddenly sensed a powerful aura coming from outside the door.

"Who dares to act so presumptuously in my palace!"

A majestic voice resounded throughout the palace, followed by a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, exuding an imposing aura, striding in.

This person was none other than Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor, the father of the Yongle Emperor Zhu Di!
Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance stunned everyone present. Even the arrogant Zhu Xiong Ying showed a surprised expression.

He never expected that Zhu Yuanzhang would appear at this time.

"Grandpa?" Zhu Di looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in disbelief, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Zhu Xiong Ying, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

"U.A., what are you doing?"

Zhu Xiong Ying took a deep breath, suppressing his shock, and slowly said, "Grandpa, I am the rightful emperor of the Ming Dynasty. These people are all traitors and rebels. I am merely trying to set things right."

"Insolence!" Zhu Yuanzhang roared. "Do you still have any respect for me, your grandfather? Do you still have any respect for the ancestral legacy of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Xiong Ying met Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze without fear, his eyes gleaming with ambition.

“Grandpa, times have changed. The Ming Dynasty needs a more powerful emperor to lead it. And I am that person.”

"Arrogant!" Zhu Yuanzhang roared in fury, his imperial aura erupting instantly and engulfing the entire palace. "I'll see what you're capable of, daring to be so rebellious!"

As soon as Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of Zhu Xiong Ying in an instant, striking him in the chest with a palm.

Zhu Xiong Ying was prepared and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding Zhu Yuanzhang's attack.

"Grandpa, you're old, your era is over." Zhu Xiong Ying sneered, his eyes full of defiance. "Now, it's my era!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Xiong Ying suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, and an invisible energy wave spread out, causing the entire palace to tremble violently.

He actually broke through to the Martial Saint realm!

"Fine, very well!" Zhu Yuanzhang laughed in anger. "Today I will teach you a good lesson, you unfilial descendant!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhu Yuanzhang struck again. This time, his attack was even more ferocious, faster, and more powerful!
Zhu Xiong Ying dared not be careless and went all out to fight.

In an instant, inside the palace, two figures exchanged blows, their fists and palms clashing, producing a series of deafening roars.

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes and couldn't see the two people's movements at all. They could only see two afterimages colliding in the air, stirring up waves of energy.

Who will emerge victorious in this battle between grandfather and grandson?
Inside the palace, energy surged and a strong wind howled. Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Xiong Ying's figures intertwined like two bolts of lightning, bursting forth with dazzling light at the moment of their collision.

Zhu Yuanzhang's palm strikes were fierce, each blow containing the power to cleave the heavens and the earth, as if he wanted to crush Zhu Xiong Ying completely. Zhu Xiong Ying, on the other hand, moved with unpredictable and elusive movements, always managing to escape danger and dodge Zhu Yuanzhang's fatal attacks.

"Grandpa, your era is over!" Zhu Xiong Ying shouted arrogantly while dodging Zhu Yuanzhang's attacks. "The world now belongs to me!"

Zhu Yuanzhang roared, "You unfilial son! How dare you be so arrogant!"

He unleashed both palms simultaneously, a tremendous force surging towards Zhu Xiong Ying like a raging torrent.

Zhu Xiong Ying's expression changed slightly. He dared not take the blow head-on and retreated hastily, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"Hmph, a mere trick!" Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly and pressed forward again.

The two were locked in fierce combat, and the furnishings in the palace had been completely destroyed, leaving it in a state of utter chaos.

Zhu Di, Lü Zhi, and others watched the battle from the sidelines, their hearts pounding with fear. They had never witnessed such a fierce battle, nor had they imagined that Zhu Xiong Ying possessed such formidable strength.

"Xiong Ying, you have disappointed me greatly!" Zhu Yuanzhang roared. "You actually dared to turn against me and fight me for the throne!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; it has always been so," Zhu Xiong Ying sneered. "Only the strong have the right to rule the world!"

"Insolence!" Zhu Yuanzhang was furious and his attacks became even more fierce, each move deadly.

Zhu Xiong Ying gradually felt his strength waning. After all, Zhu Yuan Zhang's cultivation was far superior to his own, and the prolonged battle had taken a heavy toll on him.

(End of this chapter)