In this chaotic world of vying for power, I can become stronger by marrying a wife.

[Ding! Key evidence found: Blood Jade used by the Demonic Cult to communicate!]

[Includes: Communication records between the Crown Prince and the leader of the Demonic Cult!]

Su Ming gripped the blood jade tightly, his eyes icy cold.

"Evidence obtained. Old Chen, let's go to the East Palace."

"Now?" Chen Xiu was stunned. "It hasn't even been three days yet."

"I can't wait three more days." Su Ming mounted his horse. "Strike while the iron is hot. Tonight, I'll depose this Crown Prince of Great Zhou!"

The Eastern Palace.

Crown Prince Zhou Qian paced anxiously inside the main hall.

"Why haven't we heard anything yet? Li An and his four men should have more than enough time to kill Su Ming!"

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened!" A guard stumbled in, "Lord Li and the others' spirit tablets are all shattered!"

"What?!" Zhou Qian's face turned deathly pale, and he slumped onto the dragon throne. "Even a fourth-rank elder is dead? Is this Su Ming a human or a ghost?!"

Before he could react, a deafening roar of killing erupted outside.

"Su Ming, how dare you trespass into the East Palace! This is treason!" Zhou Qian rushed to the main hall and shouted angrily.

Outside the East Palace Gate, Su Ming rode a black horse, followed by three thousand imperial guards covered in blood.

"Treason?" Su Ming raised the blood jade in his hand, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout half the capital. "Crown Prince Zhou Qian has colluded with the Demonic Sect and persecuted loyal officials. The evidence is irrefutable! I am acting on imperial orders to arrest him. Those who resist will have their entire family exterminated!"

"You're lying! That's a forgery!" Zhou Qian shouted hysterically. "Where are the Imperial Guards! Kill him!"

At his command, countless imperial guards clad in black armor surged forth from all sides, numbering in the tens of thousands.

"Su Ming, I control half of the military power in the capital. You think you can touch me? Dream on!"

The situation instantly reached a stalemate.

The Imperial Guards and the Imperial Bodyguards faced off, the air seemingly frozen.

Just then, a majestic voice came from behind.

"So, will you obey my decree or not?"

The nine-dragon palanquin slowly approached, and the emperor sat upon it, his face terribly gloomy.

"Father!" Zhou Qian collapsed to the ground.

The Emperor accepted the blood jade handed to him by Su Ming, poured his true energy into it, and immediately heard the voices of Zhou Qian and the Demonic Sect discussing how to seize the throne from within the blood jade.

"You wretched child!" The Emperor roared in fury, smashing the palanquin's armrest with his fist. "Guards! Depose Zhou Qian from his position as Crown Prince, throw him into the Imperial Clan Court's death row, and execute him on a chosen day!"

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the imperial guards dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

Zhou Qian glared at Su Ming, his eyes filled with venom: "Su Ming, you think you've won? The Sect Leader won't let you go; the Great Zhou is destined to perish!"

Su Ming stepped forward and looked down at him.

"I don't know if the Great Zhou will be destroyed, but you definitely won't see it."

Just as the guards were about to take Zhou Qian away, a sudden change occurred.

The sky suddenly turned pitch black, and a despairing pressure enveloped the entire capital city.

"Hehehe... Emperor of Great Zhou, you put on quite a show, but unfortunately, I haven't had enough fun yet."

A man dressed in a long black robe with green flames burning in his eyes appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

[Warning! Warning! Ultimate Boss detected: Demonic Cult Leader (Pseudo-Rank 3 Cultivation)!]

[Mandatory Mission Initiated: Protect the Capital and Defeat the Demonic Cult Leader!]

[Mission Reward: Fragment of the divine weapon "Xuanyuan Sword," instantly boosting your cultivation to the fifth rank!]

Su Ming gripped the Shura Blade tightly and looked up at the sky.

"Finally, someone who can fight has emerged."

He turned to Chen Xiu and said, "Old Chen, protect the Emperor."

"Kid, what are you doing?" Chen Xiu exclaimed in surprise.

Su Ming's lips curled into a wild smile. With a light tap of his toes, he transformed into a streak of blood-red light and soared into the sky.

"I will kill God!"

The pitch-black demonic energy spread rapidly across the capital city, like ink seeping into water.

Fake third-grade product.

It was a being powerful enough to split mountains and cleave rivers; in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was a walking deity.

"How dare an ant roar at the heavens?" The leader of the demonic sect stood in the void, his green flame eyes full of mockery.

With a casual wave of his hand, a hundred-foot-long, pitch-black demonic claw emerged from the clouds, accompanied by a mournful howl, and lunged at Su Ming who was rushing towards him.

Su Ming felt as if the air around him had solidified, and every muscle in his body groaned under the terrifying pressure.

"Fake Grade 3? Just from the name, it sounds like a counterfeit."

Su Ming inwardly grumbled, but his eyes were as cold as knives.

[Ding! Host has activated "Godslayer" state, consuming 1000 Luck Points to temporarily and forcibly boost cultivation to the peak of the fifth rank!]

[Ding! The fragment of the Xuanyuan Sword has been activated and integrated into the Heavenly Gang Spear!]

boom!

The Asura True Qi within Su Ming's body instantly boiled, and a trace of sacred golden light was mixed into the originally crimson aura.

"Heavenly Gang Spear Technique - Skybreaker!"

The spear thrust out, and a golden spear beam tens of feet long shot into the sky, colliding fiercely with the dark demonic claw.

A deafening explosion resounded in mid-air, and the violent shockwave blew all the tiles of the East Palace below away.

"Blocked?" Chen Xiu stood in front of the emperor, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Even a mid-stage fourth-rank cultivator like him would perish facing this demonic claw, yet Su Ming actually confronted it head-on.

"Just how many trump cards is this kid hiding?" the Emperor muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

In mid-air, the Demonic Sect Leader let out a soft exclamation, his face darkening: "Interesting. You can actually borrow the nation's fortune's golden energy? Too bad, you're too weak!"

He clasped his hands together, and a huge white skeletal golem appeared behind him. The golem had a thousand hands, each holding a pale human head.

"A Thousand Souls Sacrifice!"

Countless plumes of black smoke surged from the golem, transforming into vengeful ghosts that lunged at Su Ming.

Su Ming sneered and held his spear horizontally.

"System, exchange for the Great Sun Thunder Talisman to enhance the Heavenly Gang Spear!"

[Ding! 500 Luck Points consumed, Thunder Power loading!]

Stab it!

The originally golden gun body was instantly wrapped with dense purple arcs of electricity.

Thunder is the nemesis of all evil spirits in the world.

Su Ming moved like lightning, weaving through the horde of ghosts. With each thrust of his spear, a large plume of black smoke vanished.

"My turn!"

Su Ming twisted his body and actually passed through the layers of demonic mist, appearing ten meters in front of the sect leader.

"Asura Domain, open!"

"Thunderous Strike, Break Through the Formation! Kill!"

Su Ming poured all his true energy into this spear, and the golden light at the tip of the spear was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The cult leader's pupils constricted sharply; he sensed a deadly threat from that shot.

"Blood Release—"

puff!

The sound of the spear tip piercing the void rang out.

Despite the cult leader's swift reaction, the lightning and golden light from that shot still struck his left shoulder.

Half an arm, accompanied by a ghastly green spray of blood, splattered into the sky.

"Ah!! Su Ming! I will surely tear your soul apart and refine it!"

The cult leader let out a miserable scream. He never expected that he, a dignified pseudo-third-rank cultivator, would be injured by a mere brat.

Seeing that Su Ming was about to launch a second attack, a hint of apprehension flashed in the sect leader's eyes.

He could sense that the imperial aura of the capital was converging on Su Ming.

"The Great Zhou's fate is not yet exhausted; you're lucky to be alive!"

The cult leader tore open a spatial rift, grabbed the limp Zhou Qian, and instantly disappeared into the dark clouds.