Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"Do you think... that guy can be killed with an arrow?"

Zhao Wu's voice was so soft it sounded like a dream.

The lieutenant followed his gaze and immediately fell silent.

arrow?

What kind of arrow should we use?

Even the legendary Po Jun Heavy Crossbow, which is said to be able to shoot through a city gate with a single arrow, would probably be no different from a child's toy when facing that demon god in the sky.

That was no ordinary person.

Those are gods!

Just then, Lin Mo, who was hovering above the Hall of Supreme Harmony, moved.

He slowly raised his hand and gently pressed it down towards the bustling capital city below.

Boom—!

An invisible pressure, ten times more terrifying than before, crashed down like a celestial river pouring down!

Click! Click! Click!

On the Meridian Gate tower, thousands of imperial guards, clad in steel armor, groaned in pain at the same time, their armor straining under the weight.

Some people were so crushed by the immense force that they coughed up blood from their mouths and noses, while others let out a muffled groan and fainted on the spot.

Zhao Wu felt his spine collapsing vertebra by vertebra.

He was pressed firmly to the ground, with not even a sliver of space between his cheek and the cold city bricks.

A strong feeling of suffocation surged in from all directions.

His martial arts internal strength, which he was so proud of, was as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of this power.

This pressure is not limited to the imperial city.

In this moment, the entire capital city, millions of lives, were all firmly pressed to the ground by the same invisible hand.

The rioters who were storming the Grand Tutor's mansion were forced to lie on the ground, too weak to even lift their heads.

The officials, who were trembling in fear inside their mansions, were directly pushed off their chairs and under the table.

Gold and silver jewelry were scattered all over the ground, but no one dared to pick them up.

The streets and alleys were deathly silent.

The mob that had been shouting for violence just moments before had now turned into docile sheep, crawling on the ground, even their breathing becoming cautious.

Fear spread like a plague in everyone's heart.

They finally realized that the man in the sky hadn't come to reason with them at all.

He came to deliver the verdict.

Lin Mo's gaze swept over the prostrate masses below, without the slightest ripple.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but through the vibration of his true energy, it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the capital.

"People of the Xia family, come out and face your deaths."

His calm tone carried an undeniable air of judgment.

……

Phoenix Palace.

Having already swallowed the pill, Mu Wanrong, preparing to greet Lin Mo in her most perfect state, was now slumped on the carpet in front of the phoenix chair.

Her phoenix robe was soaked with cold sweat, clinging tightly to her voluptuous body and outlining breathtaking curves.

The flush on her face caused by the medicine had long been replaced by an extreme pallor.

Her beauty, cunning, and cunning, which she was so proud of, seemed so laughable and so powerless in the face of Lin Mo's godlike absolute power.

"Your Majesty the...Empress Dowager..."

Inside the palace, thousands of concubines and princesses she had summoned were now all pale-faced, lying prostrate on the gold bricks, weeping with tears streaming down their faces, their makeup ruined.

The ambition to compete for attention and rise to power through physical attraction that I had previously harbored has long since been terrified out of my wits.

"What...what kind of monster is that...?"

"Is he going to kill us all?"

"I don't want to die!"

Hearing the desperate cries around her, Mu Wanrong felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

She thought Lin Mo would lead his troops to attack the city, and she thought she still had room to maneuver.

But to her utter surprise, Lin Mo actually arrived at the city gates in a way she couldn't comprehend at all.

How can we fight like this?

What can we use to fight?

Use their bodies?

Mu Wanrong gave a bitter laugh, realizing that with a single thought from Lin Mo, all of these thousands of delicate beauties could be reduced to dust.

Lin Mo's words, "People of the Xia family, come out and face your deaths," echoed repeatedly in her ears like a death knell.

Her surname is Mu, but she is the Empress Dowager of the Great Xia Dynasty!

She can't escape!

……

Meridian Gate Tower.

Zhao Wu lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Lin Mo's words completely shattered his last shred of illusion about the royal family.

The Xia family is finished.

It's completely over.

resistance?

Their fate was to be crushed to ashes along with this corrupt dynasty.

He doesn't want to die.

The tens of thousands of brothers who risked their lives for him didn't deserve to die either.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.

Zhao Wu used all his strength, bracing himself against the cracked city bricks with both hands, and little by little, he lifted himself off the ground.

With every inch it propped up, its bones emitted a mournful creaking sound.

The imperial guards around them looked at their commander with terrified eyes.

What is he going to do?

Does he want to rebel?

Under everyone's gaze, Zhao Wu trembled as he straightened up.

He raised his hand and unfastened the sword at his waist, which symbolized the supreme command of the Imperial Guards.

That sword, bestowed upon him by the late emperor, was the one he regarded as his life.

Clang!

Without hesitation, he threw the sword to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The sound, like a thunderclap, struck the hearts of all the Imperial Guards.

Zhao Wu turned around, facing the soldiers below the city wall who were also being suppressed and unable to lift their heads, and let out a roar with all his might.

"Open the palace gates!"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried a hysterical resolve.

The soldiers below the city wall were stunned.

Open the palace gates?

Should we welcome that demon god in?

"Didn't you hear what I said?!"

Zhao Wu's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman.

"If you want to live, open the door for me!"

"Anyone who disobeys will be executed!"

The will to survive instantly overcame fear.

Several captains who were closest to the door scrambled and stumbled toward the massive bolt.

"Quick! Open the door!"

"Hurry up!"

It took more than a dozen soldiers working together and using all their strength to slowly pull away the heavy steel bolt that weighed over a thousand pounds.

Crack—Squeak—

The heavy vermilion palace gates, seemingly bearing witness to the rise and fall of a dynasty, slowly opened inward with a grating scraping sound in the deathly silent capital.

Sunlight streamed in through the crack in the door.

It also illuminated the dark mass of people kneeling on the ground outside the door.

Seeing the palace gates wide open, Zhao Wu felt as if all his strength had been instantly drained away.

His knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees again.

This time, it wasn't because of coercion, but because of complete submission.

He kowtowed heavily to the black figure in the sky, his forehead hitting the cold city bricks, blood streaming down his face.

"Young General Lin!"

Zhao Wu raised his head and, with his last ounce of strength, shouted hoarsely.

"Your humble servant Zhao Wu welcomes you to the capital!"

His roar exhausted all his strength and completely crushed the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the Imperial Guards.

In the sky, Lin Mo remained indifferent, not even lifting his eyelids.

He slowly lowered himself, his black boots gently stepping onto the square in front of the Meridian Gate, which was paved with 9,999 pieces of white marble.

No sound.

It was as if he had dropped not the weight of a person, but an unshakeable ancient sacred mountain.

The terrifying pressure that had enveloped the entire city suddenly subsided as his feet touched the ground.

Millions of civilians and soldiers in the capital, who had been crushed to the ground, finally felt a sense of relief. They gasped for breath, greedily inhaling the cold air.

Even after the pressure disappeared, no one dared to stand up.

All eyes were fixed on the black-robed figure who stepped into the imperial city from outside the Meridian Gate.