Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 109: Ten Lords Pay Homage to His Royal Highness Prince Zhao!
at this time!

The cruise ship slowly approached the dock, and the huge white ship drew a long wave mark on the blue sea.

The sunlight shines on the hull, reflecting a dazzling light that makes people hold their breath.

The red figure on the deck was particularly eye-catching. He stood by the railing, his crimson robe fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

His hair was blown by the wind, and he stood with his hands behind his back. His expression could not be seen clearly, but the crown on his head was shining brightly, which made people tremble with fear.

This person is the obsessed King Zhao, the one who turned Japan into a place of hell.

The ten bosses on the shore felt an inexplicable sense of tension in their hearts.

"Then that must be King Zhao, right?" Guan Shihua covered his chest and took a step forward, muttering.

"It must be him. Standing like a pine tree, with such majestic aura, who else could it be but King Zhao?" Wang Ai's face was dull, and he said this almost instinctively.

Lu Jin was stunned.

"Am I really not dreaming? This is a prince of the Ming Dynasty who has lived for 600 years!"

"You are not dreaming, the prince of the Ming Dynasty is standing in front of us." Zhang Zhiwei's face was bitter, with inexplicable emotions in his heart.

As a member of a Taoist sect, the cycle of nature, birth, aging, sickness and death are ingrained in their bones. Even if there are many extraordinary people who refine their bodies and preserve their essence and grow into powerful people, they cannot escape the word death.

There are very few people who can live forever.

In other words, the state of an immortal is definitely not like that of King Zhao.

How is this possible!
A living body with energy as great as a walking active volcano.

Would you dare to believe this if I told you?

The facts were before him and Zhang Zhiwei had no choice but to accept them.

At this time, Zhao Fangxu spoke.

"My dear seniors, before you meet King Zhao, please let me say a few more words."

Everyone turned their eyes to Zhao Fangxu's face.

The middle-aged fat man rolled his glasses and continued:
"I know that everyone is highly respected, but when you see His Royal Highness Prince Zhao, you still have to kneel."

Not only the Ten Boss came, but also various martial arts sects, and even Quan Xing came.

There were some rebellious people among them, but no one spoke up or refuted them at this moment.

Zhao Fangxu breathed a sigh of relief. There were many fools in the world, but fortunately, those who could come here were not fools.

"There's no need to think too much about it. After all, kneeling before our ancestors is not shabby."

Zhao Fangxu smiled, his small eyes behind the glasses gleaming with brilliance.

"When Master Lu went to see His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhao, he knelt very neatly. After all, His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhao is also a sage of our Dragon Country."

This joke may seem offensive, but Lu Ci is not there, so it's okay.

Even if Lu Ci was there, he would probably be the first to kneel, kneeling with a clear conscience and joy.

Zhao Fangxu’s most important goal is to stabilize the emotions of these bigwigs.

"Especially you guys..."

Zhao Fangxu looked at Quan Xingyao nakedly and directly.

The words were polite, but the tone was indeed confrontational.

The warning is self-evident.

The people from Quanxing were Ding Shiman, Tu Junfang, Xia Liuqing and the four madmen.

Normally, they are fearless guys. They only have the word "freedom" in their minds. Who knows what they will do when facing King Zhao.

This group of people have no concept of superiors and subordinates, and their main theme is to create chaos in the world.

Sure enough, these people were all staring at the cruise ship and ignored Zhao Fangxu at all.

Zhao Fangxu couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Did you hear that?"

I couldn't help but raise my tone a bit.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao." Ding Shimaan stared closely at the red figure on the cruise ship.

At this time, Ding Shimaan had behaved much better. Even if King Zhao had not been there, the old Taoist priest at the scene had dealt with him not long ago.

As the cruise ship slowly approached the dock, the red figure became clearer.

Ding Shimaan felt that he couldn't take his eyes away.

This feeling is very strange.

Ding Shimaan only felt as if he was standing under a towering mountain, and the red figure was the bright moon hanging high on the top of the mountain.

He tried to look up, but the oppressive feeling was as heavy as a mountain, making it impossible for him to raise his head.

The sense of oppression is overwhelming.

Ding Shimaan felt like a dead grass on the top of a mountain. Facing the bright moonlight, he felt small and helpless.

However, amidst this strong feeling of oppression, a strong desire to fight arose in Ding Shimaan's heart.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, the pain making him more awake.

This is an instinct brought about by his childhood experiences. Because of his own insecurity, fighting with others is his favorite thing to do.

Facing such a powerful opponent, he could hardly hide his excitement.

However, in the face of that powerful sense of oppression, Ding Shimaan also felt an instinctive fear.

He knew that the gap between himself and the red figure was huge, and his strength was far from enough to compete with it.

This feeling of fear made him feel conflicted. He wanted to challenge the red figure, but he was afraid that he would fail.

"Hey... Ding Shimaan, there's something wrong with your eyes!" Zhao Fangxu didn't care about the name and shouted directly.

Ding Shian came back to his senses and wiped his bald head: "Director Zhao, just rest assured."

Zhao Fangxu stared at Ding Shiman, then inspected the remaining people in Quan Xing. He felt something was not right, but with the appearance of King Zhao, they should all calm down.

Don't worry too much.

Zhao Fangxu was also guessing King Zhao's attitude towards Quan Xing.

During the Ming Dynasty, Quanxing was not considered a cult. It was a sect headed by Yao Guangxiao. It was only now that Quanxing began to change, and some of its behaviors gradually made it become a rat in the sewer.

Prince Zhao had definitely come into contact with Quan Xing during the Ming Dynasty. If Prince Zhao thought of their old friendship, wouldn't that cause chaos?

"Mr. Zhao, Quan Xing is still very respectful to his elders." Ding Shimaan added with a smile when he saw Zhao Fangxu's gloomy face.

This is true, not only Quan Xing, but also in the world of strange people.

In the world of extraordinary people, the most important things are seniority, strength and status.

Just like the old Heavenly Master, before King Zhao awakened, the old Heavenly Master was a big shot in terms of seniority, strength, and status, and many younger generations would rush to kowtow to him when they saw him.

"It's good that you know it." Zhao Fangxu didn't look kindly at the people of Quan Xing.

These people cause the most trouble to the company.

The return of King Zhao to his hometown attracted great attention.

Of course, not among the common people, but among the upper classes.

Because in the previous phone call, King Zhao said that he would let Longguo take over Dongying Province.

The Kingdom of Dongying no longer exists, and perhaps it will become a province under the Kingdom of Long in the future.

Therefore, the higher-ups attach great importance to this matter.

Such opportunities to expand territory are rare in peacetime.

No leader would be able to bear the patience for something that would go down in history.

If it weren't for the difficulty for the higher-ups to step in, I'm afraid people from the leadership circle would have already come to the scene.

Also, they don’t know very much about Japan at present.

All we know is that there are millions of blood slaves in Japan today, and these are the recorded cases, not to mention the tens of millions of people who died at the hands of blood slaves.

Only King Zhao knows the true situation in Japan.

The company and Longguo must have first-hand information.

Just then, the cruise ship finally approached the dock.

This huge ship slowly sailed into the port. Its hull was painted dark blue, like a giant whale emerging from the ocean.

As the cruise ship approached, the bigwigs at the dock held their breath.

They looked at the freighter in front of them, and for some reason, they always felt a silent sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression did not come from the ship itself, but from the powerful aura on the ship. It was like an invisible mountain, pressing people so hard that they could not breathe.

It seemed as if there was a roaring dragon in the sky.

It is so lifelike.

Red, sharp claws, golden eyes like the sun... So elegant and yet so dangerous, full of oppression.

Under the gaze of this giant dragon, people felt small and powerless.

They knew that they were standing on the brink of a powerful being, one that possessed unimaginable power and majesty.

on board.

Huang Boren stretched out his hand: "Your Highness, we are here."

Zhu Li looked down at everyone.

Among them, he only knew one person, Zhao Fangxu, and knew his name. There was also another person, Bi Youlong, whom he knew but did not know his name.

As for the others, only Zhang Zhiwei attracted his attention.

He was wearing a Taoist robe with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal descending to earth.

The white hair hangs down naturally, fluttering gently in the wind, transcending the world.

Zhang Zhiwei has a unique temperament. When he stands there, he is like a solitary peak, independent of the world.

The body of heaven and man ． ． ． ． ． ．
You are born to be able to practice the art of immortality!

Zhu Li's eyes flickered.

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't quite believe it. He could feel Zhu Li's gaze but didn't dare to look up.

The ten of them are the big guys in the world of extraordinary people, but they are just dust in front of Zhu Li. They can't even raise their heads. They can only be the ordinary people scrutinized by Zhu Li.

Zhang Zhiwei here just felt it was a little weird.

Wang Ai stood in the crowd and felt like the sky was falling. His face was as pale as paper and there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

"This is the first time I've felt so nervous in my entire life."

He muttered to himself, beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.

This feeling is very strange.

Wang Ai felt that his body was not hot, but rather a sensation of almost icy cold.

It was like a chill ran down his spine, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

His breathing became rapid and shallow, and each breath seemed like an effort to fight the fear in his heart.

"You're so flustered, why is that?"

Wang Ai whispered in his heart, already a little frightened.

He felt his heartbeat speeding up, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

What exactly is going on.

Others, however, didn't seem to be like him.

In other words, King Zhao is only targeting their Wang family?

However, Wang Ai did not say anything.

He probably knew what King Zhao meant.

I'm afraid it's because of the detention of spirits and the dispatch of generals.

Capture spirits and send generals. The stronger the spirit, the greater the effect.

Moreover, the Wang family's use of the method of summoning spirits and sending generals was a very extreme method.

The Feng family practices the method of nourishing spirits, while the Wang family practices the method of eating spirits.

I'm afraid King Zhao has already sensed it.

Over the years, their Wang family has gained the power to capture spirits and dispatch generals, but even so, no matter how brave they are, they have never captured a sage.

As an extraordinary person and the owner of the power to summon souls and dispatch generals, Wang Ai knew that throughout the dynasties, the souls of the ancient sages who entered the Temple of War and the Temple of Emperors did not dissipate.

Because as long as you enter the Wu Temple or Tai Temple, you will receive incense and offerings.

Similar to the spirit mediums in Northeast China, they are also worshipped with incense and offerings.

As long as there are incense offerings, spirits will naturally appear.

In addition, the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum in Nanjing is also often visited by people, from Emperor Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty who paid homage to Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, to President Sun in the Republic of China, as well as various warlords.

It can be said that the original announcement of the reign title "Hongwu" to the world has allowed the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum to continue to be visited by worshippers until now.

From ancient times to the present, there are many sages of the Dragon Kingdom who have been worshipped with incense.

However, no matter how brave Wang Ai was, he did not dare to use the method of summoning spirits and sending generals to attack the ancestors of the Dragon Kingdom. After all, the people in the country are not vegetarians. No matter how powerful the Wang family is, they cannot compare to a shuttle of peanuts.

"King Zhao, please don't misunderstand me!"

As he thought about it, his legs went limp and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Boom" sound.

It immediately awakened the other powerful men who were in shock.

Zhao Fangxu led the directors to kneel down like a man trying to push a golden mountain overturning a jade pillar:

"Welcome to His Royal Highness Prince Zhao..."

The leaders of other forces also reacted at this time, kneeling down one after another, saying in unison: "Welcome His Royal Highness Prince Zhao..."

The strange thing is.

Zhao Fangxu and other directors did not kneel down.

Just as they were about to kneel, Zhu Li raised his hand slightly.

He gently waved his palm in the air, and a gentle force surged out from his palm, like an invisible airflow, gently supporting the knees of Zhao Fangxu and others.

The force was not strong, but it was enough to prevent them from kneeling.

Supported by this force, Zhao Fangxu and others felt as if their knees were gently supported by a warm and firm hand, preventing them from bending.

They looked up at Zhu Li in surprise.

"Forget it. The Ming Dynasty has fallen, and I no longer care about these red tapes."

Everyone suddenly understood.

Is King Zhao so easy to talk to?

Wouldn't this be easy to handle?

Many strange people bowed and saluted.

However, some people still kneel down.

Ok?
Zhu Li looked at the people who came to pay their respects.

Led by Lu Jin, and also Ru Hu.

Seeing this, the other strangers knelt down one after another without any hesitation.

Play!

The ten bosses are all kneeling, aren’t they just standing there as a joke?
"Although I am not well versed in this, I also know that you modern people do not like the etiquette of kneeling." Zhu Li said softly.

"We are kneeling not to His Highness, but to our seniors. According to your seniority, strength, status, and reputation, any one of them is worthy of our kneeling." Lu Jin said in a deep voice without raising his head.

His original title was "a flawless life", and saying this now is even more righteous and just.

Only Zhang Zhiwei's eyebrows trembled.

Zhu Li was quite satisfied.

He understood the meaning.

Modern people don’t kneel to the sky or the earth, but there is no problem in kneeling to their parents or elders.

This is to treat him as one of our own, our ancestor.

Close the relationship.

Not bad.

"Okay, let's all get flat."

Zhu Li no longer insisted.

Apart from his status as a prince, it is only natural for younger generations to kneel to their elders and ancestors.

(End of this chapter)