Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 413 The Six Grandmasters Surround Emperor Qing; Traitors and Rebels Usher in a New Era!
Lin Ruofu faced the dragon throne, raising his wine cup above his eyebrows, "This cup of wine is to Your Majesty..."

Before Emperor Qing could respond, he drank it all in one gulp, then slammed the gilded wine cup heavily to the ground, where it made a thunderous cracking sound on the floor tiles.

Lin Ruofu let the wine drip down his chin, laughing freely, "A toast to Your Majesty, abdication—a concession to the worthy!"

Emperor Qing immediately narrowed his eyes.

Just as the wine glass splashed, Chen Pingping pulled the trigger of the shotgun hidden in his wheelchair.

The crisp sound of the gilded wine cup hitting the ground had not yet faded when the shotgun in Chen Pingping's wheelchair began to spew deadly flames.

"boom--"

Deafening gunshots rang out inside the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, filling the air with smoke. Hundreds of iron pellets were sprayed out in a fan shape, completely covering the area where Emperor Qing was seated on his dragon throne.

Almost simultaneously, Ye Liuyun unleashed the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand, and the massive palm-shaped true energy shattered the entire dragon throne.

The unexpected turn of events was something no one had anticipated.

"Escort! Escort!"

Eunuch Hou let out a sharp cry.

The Crown Prince, the Second Prince, Li Yunrui, and all the unsuspecting civil and military officials stood there dumbfounded.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Emperor Qing's figure was revealed. His dragon robe was already tattered, and his face was a bloody mess from being hit by shotguns at close range, making him look ferocious and terrifying, yet he still stood upright.

Those eyes, piercing through the bloodstains, coldly gazed upon the people inside the hall.

"good very good."

Emperor Qing's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it came from the depths of hell, "Chen Pingping, I underestimated you."

Fan Xian felt a chill run down his spine. He saw Emperor Qing slowly raise his hand, and a suffocating pressure suddenly erupted. The candlelight in the hall flickered violently, and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Thankfully, it's not the Celestial Realm!
Emperor Qing is still at the Grandmaster level!
Fan Xian, Chen Pingping, and Ye Liuyun all breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, the dome of the entire Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was suddenly lifted off by some tremendous force.

Moonlight poured down, illuminating a black-clad figure holding an iron rod, standing in mid-air. Wu Zhu's black cloth ribbon fluttered in the night wind, and the light gathered at the tip of the rod eclipsed even the moonlight.

Along with the dome, a disabled old eunuch, a half-step Grandmaster, also fell down!

At this moment, Hong Sixiang's body had been pierced with several large holes by iron rods. Blood gushed from his mouth as he collapsed in front of Emperor Qing, desperately squeezing out a few words: "Your...mother, run...run!"

Emperor Qing looked up and saw Wu Zhu's figure, then looked at Ye Liuyun, gritting his teeth and saying, "Fifth Brother, Ye Liuyun, two Grandmasters, very good!"

"No, I'm here too!"

Amidst Emperor Qing's furrowed brows, Fan Xian slowly rose to his feet. His Nine Yang True Qi was intense and domineering, and standing there, he exuded a fierce and savage aura.

"is it?"

"Fan Xian, are you also going to rebel against me?!"

"why?"

Fan Xian said, enunciating each word clearly: "Because you killed my mother, my father!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing's pupils immediately contracted.

At the same time, the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and Li Yunrui were also extremely shocked. The Eldest Princess seemed to understand everything. Fan Xian was Ye Qingmei's son, and Fan Xian also called Emperor Qing his father. Didn't that mean...?

"what!!!"

"Kill him, kill him for me!"

The eldest princess acted as if she were going mad, shouting at the palace guards beside her.

Li Yunrui once had a crush on Emperor Qing, but Ye Qingmei not only stole Emperor Qing's attention, but also made her pale in comparison with her talent and influence.

It can be said that Fan Xian's existence constantly reminded Ye Qingmei of her victory, thus arousing the resentment of the Eldest Princess.

But in the current situation, these palace guards have no say in it.

"You... you knew everything?"

Emperor Qing's expression shifted between light and dark as he asked Fan Xian.

"What do you know? Do you know that you were able to sit on the throne today because of my mother's help? Do you know that you were ruthless and heartless after you ascended the throne, allowing the Empress, the Qin family, and the Eldest Princess to collude and kill my mother?"

"Or do you know how much pain my mother went through on the day I was born?"

Fan Xian's questioning voice was like a series of sharp swords piercing Emperor Qing's heart.

"enough!"

Emperor Qing roared, "That was Ye Qingmei's own doing!"

Upon hearing the name "Ye Qingmei," Wu Zhu, standing atop the palace, could no longer contain himself. He gripped the iron rod tightly in his hand and, like a black arrow, aimed straight for Emperor Qing's throat.

With a piercing bang, Wu Zhu's iron rod had already pierced three inches in front of Emperor Qing's throat, the tip of the rod seemingly condensing all of Wu Zhu's power.

A ferocious glint flashed across Emperor Qing's blood-stained face. He suddenly leaned back, and at the same time, his right hand formed a claw, managing to grab the iron rod at the last second.

The metal rubbed against flesh, producing a teeth-grinding sound, and blood dripped down the drill bit, but Emperor Qing's hand remained as still as an iron clamp.

"Fifth Prince, you are no match for me!"

Wu Zhu did not answer; the black cloth ribbon fluttered in the night wind.

With a flick of his wrist, the iron rod suddenly spun at high speed, and blood and flesh flew from Emperor Qing's palm. The Grandmaster groaned and had no choice but to let go, his body retreating three zhang.

In that split second, Ye Liuyun's Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand technique attacked from the side.

The massive palm-shaped true energy was so tangible that it crushed all the tables and chairs in its path into dust. Emperor Qing hastily raised his arm to block, but was sent flying by the palm strike, crashing through three palace pillars before finally coming to a stop.

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Hou let out a shrill scream.

Emperor Qing rose in a disheveled state once more, his true kingly aura finally revealed. He suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh filled with madness: "Good! Very good! Ye Qingmei has been dead for twenty years, yet I can still use you to take revenge on me!"

He suddenly tore open the tattered dragon robe, revealing his old but strong upper body, and the wounds from the shotgun blasts were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"But do you think you can kill a Grandmaster like this?" Emperor Qing's voice suddenly became unusually calm, but beneath that calm lay a raging inferno.

The candles in the hall suddenly went out, leaving only the cold moonlight. A suffocating pressure erupted from Emperor Qing, the ground began to shake violently, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the remaining walls of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

"Qin Ye, join me in quelling the rebellion, and I will grant your Qin family the right to live and die with the nation!"

General Qin Ye, who had been trying to make himself invisible, couldn't help but feel bitter. This old fox had finally been caught red-handed by Emperor Qing.

But now that Emperor Qing had given the order, he had no choice but to act, so he immediately replied, "This old minister obeys the decree!"

But to his surprise, a sinister voice suddenly came from behind him: "General Qin, I think you'd better take your leave first!"

Before Qin Ye could react, three thousand red threads carrying extremely strong and yang true energy suddenly shot out, directly piercing through Qin Ye's acupoints, like a venomous snake sucking blood, continuously drawing away Qin Ye's true energy.

And beneath Qin Ye's skin and flesh, it wriggled, peeled, and burrowed like a snake, as if being gnawed by insects.

Qin Ye turned his head with difficulty, his eyes bloodshot: "It's you, Chen—Ping—Ping!"

In just a short while, Qin Ye, who was originally quite strong, turned into a dried-up corpse.

As the three thousand red threads were drawn away, with a gentle shake, the skin on the mummified corpse floated off like a piece of paper, revealing its bright red flesh.

He fell to the ground, his flesh and blood limp and separated from his bones, as if he had been subjected to slow slicing.

Only the skeleton remained, pure white and clean, without a trace of flesh, like the most exquisite work of art.

Amidst the incredulous expressions of everyone, Chen Pingping stood up from his wheelchair, his arms wrapped in red silk, exuding an eerie aura.

At this moment, Chen Pingping is the true King of the Night! And the fact that Chen Pingping easily killed Qin Ye, who had just been promoted to Grandmaster, undoubtedly shows that he himself is also a Grandmaster!

Right now, only Emperor Qing is left to face this alone.

With one against four, the situation was clearly very unfavorable for Emperor Qing.

"Your Majesty, we have been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

Chen Pingping's eyes were sinister, filled with murderous intent and resentment: "For so many years, I have never stopped thinking about finding the mastermind behind Xiao Yezi's murder and tearing him to pieces!"

"Today, I, your subject, will finally have my wish fulfilled!"

Chen Pingping's arms were stained with blood, and he bowed respectfully, giving the emperor before him the last bit of dignity: "Let me see Your Majesty off on your journey!"

Having said that, Chen Pingping raised his cold and sharp eyes and looked at Emperor Qing. His figure stepped out like a ghost, and the three thousand red threads in his hands raged wildly. Enveloped in Sunflower True Qi, they were like crimson dragons and steel needles, penetrating everywhere, and stabbed at Emperor Qing at the same time.

Wu Zhu's figure blurred into a blur, appearing behind Emperor Qing, his iron rod piercing straight into his heart.

At the same moment, Ye Liuyun unleashed both palms, and two streams of true energy rushed towards Emperor Qing like giant dragons.

Fan Xian finally moved. He channeled his Nine Yang True Qi, his hands forming the shape of calyxes. A golden-red to white spherical object, carrying an extremely scorching aura, was suddenly pushed towards Emperor Qing.

Faced with the siege of the four masters, a hint of madness flashed in Emperor Qing's eyes, and his royal true energy surged instantly, forming a layer of protective energy on his body.

"I am the Son of Heaven!"

With a roar, Emperor Qing slammed his palms outwards.

The floor tiles of the entire Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests exploded with a deafening roar, and countless fragments of stone, carrying violent true energy, shot out in all directions. Chen Pingping's three thousand red threads were deflected by the fragments, and Wu Zhu's iron cudgel was also forced to change its move to block.

Ye Liuyun's Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand clashed with the King's Gang Qi, producing a deafening explosion. Meanwhile, Fan Xian's Nine Yang True Qi fireball was forcefully deflected the moment it touched the Gang Qi!
"careful!"

Wu Zhu flashed forward, his iron rod slicing out and sending the fireball flying out of the palace. The fireball exploded in mid-air, blasting half of the palace wall into dust.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Emperor Qing leaped into the air and went straight for Fan Xian. His right palm was like a knife, and his kingly true energy condensed into a three-foot-long blade: "You unfilial son! I will send you on your way first!"

Wu Zhu stood in front of Fan Xian, thrusting out a red-hot iron rod, and engaged Emperor Qing in battle, while Fan Xian provided support from the side.

At the same time, Ye Liuyun and Chen Pingping also joined the battle.

Faced with the combined attack of four masters of equal skill, Emperor Qing hardened his heart. After unleashing a palm strike, he turned and broke away from the battle, flying straight towards the palace's imperial guard camp.

It's likely that he harbored the intention of using the lives of the Imperial Guards to hold back Fan Xian and the others.

However, before they could retreat.

A sword light carrying the intent to pierce the sky directly clashed with Emperor Qing.

Shadow: Brother Dao, take this sword!
The moment Emperor Qing touched the sword, nine hidden energies surged forth from it, causing him to be knocked back in mid-air, like a rocket launching in stages.

Emperor Qing: Damn it, do they think I'm a rocket head?!

Then, before Emperor Qing even landed...

Two more strong gusts of wind swept in.

Ye Zhong and Ye Liuyun simultaneously unleashed the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand technique, striking towards Emperor Qing from the left and right respectively.

Six!

Six grandmasters set up this deadly trap.

All for the purpose of killing Emperor Qing!

Emperor Qing's body crashed heavily onto the ruins of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, sending shards of stone flying.

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, his knuckles digging deep into the paving stones, spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards from him. Blood mixed with dust slid down his forehead, but his eyes shone with a terrifying light.

"Six Grandmasters..."

Emperor Qing slowly straightened up, the night wind whistling beside him, "My subject, my son..."

With each word he uttered, his Kingly True Qi surged by one point, until it almost solidified into a golden aura. "Very good!"

He suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, the sound shaking the palace beams and causing dust to fall. When the laughter abruptly stopped, Emperor Qing's face was twisted like a demon: "You think you can kill your emperor like this?!"

"Don't forget, this is Kyoto!"

"My call is answered by all!"

Ye Zhong stepped forward and said, "I have captured all the commanders of the palace guards. Now, the Ye family is in charge of these palace guards!"

"and………"

Fan Xian continued, "Moreover, the Surveillance Bureau, along with my troops, have already taken over the capital."

At this moment, Lin Ruofu, accompanied by many court officials, said in a firm tone, "Your Majesty, I, along with all civil and military officials, respectfully request Your Majesty to abdicate!"

Fan Jian also spoke up, saying, "Your subject, Fan Jian, agrees!"

Upon hearing these words, Emperor Qing felt an urge to kill everyone.

"Rebellious ministers and traitors, rebellious ministers and traitors!!!"

"They deserve to die, they all deserve to die!!!"

At this moment, Emperor Qing has clearly been forced into a corner.

"Go together!"

Chen Pingping shouted sharply, and the three thousand red threads suddenly surged, covering the Emperor like a spider web. Each red thread carried a piercing sound as it pierced the air, aiming at the Emperor from all angles.

At that moment, Wu Zhu's iron rod drew a red light, a speed and power that surpassed human limits. Ye Liuyun and Ye Zhong transformed their palms into the softest, their true energy swirling like a vortex, holding Emperor Qing in place.

Emperor Qing roared, and his royal true energy surged once again.

But this time, the three thousand red threads actually pierced through the true qi defense, leaving countless tiny blood holes on his body like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and then wrapped around Emperor Qing's limbs.

Wu Zhu's iron rod followed closely behind, aiming straight for Emperor Qing's throat.

"puff--"

The sound of the iron skewer piercing the flesh was clearly audible.

Emperor Qing suddenly grabbed the rod, his eyes filled with disbelief. He looked down at the iron rod that had pierced his throat, then at the expressionless Wu Zhu.

"Fifth brother...you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sword aura from the shadow struck, piercing his heart directly. Emperor Qing's body trembled violently, and the light in his eyes began to fade.

Fan Xian slowly stepped forward, looking at the emperor who was both his father and his enemy. He raised his hand, and the Nine Yang True Qi condensed in his palm.

"This slap was for my mother."

With a slap, Emperor Qing's chest caved in, and the emperor who had ruled the Qing Kingdom for decades finally fell, the light in his eyes completely extinguished.

There was dead silence in the hall.

After a long while, Chen Pingping let out a long sigh, and the three thousand red silk threads slowly returned to her sleeve.

"ended."

Wu Zhu pulled out the iron rod and stood quietly beside Fan Xian. Ye Liuyun looked at Emperor Qing's corpse with a complicated expression.

Outside the palace, the guards looked at each other, none daring to step forward. The Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and Li Yunrui sat slumped on the ground, their faces ashen.

Fan Xian looked at Emperor Qing's corpse, his heart filled with mixed emotions, and he raised his head.

Just then, dawn broke!
(End of this chapter)