The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

At this moment, Shen Yanqiu finally understood the allure of personal martial prowess.

That's the power of one person to make even divine artifacts easier to obtain!

He was filled with a mixture of excitement and fear, his whole body trembling, but a seed was also gradually sprouting in his heart.

"Martial arts, martial arts! Such unfathomable martial arts skills, only then can she live up to her husband's expectations!"

Trembling, he mustered his courage, walked to a corner of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, tore open the sandpaper on the window, and peered out.

The sword rang out, its sound resonating endlessly. In an instant, thousands of sword flowers bloomed, like clusters of brocade and flowing clouds. They then converged into a mighty and unrestrained sword force, like the Yangtze River, crashing down upon the arrogant man surrounded by heavily armored guards!

On the other side, the Grand Steward moved with ghostly speed, the red threads in his palms fluttering. As his intent was activated, his qi surged, and the red sparrow woven from the red threads seemed to come alive, its flames raging, and it fiercely grabbed at the person in the middle with one claw.

The man at the core laughed loudly, showing no intention of dodging the combined attack of the two grandmasters, displaying an extremely arrogant attitude.

With a swift movement, his powerful energy transformed into a mighty dragon arm, its five claws as thick as ancient pine branches, crackling with lightning and tearing through the air. Facing the attacks of the two grandmasters, he neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met force with force, his unparalleled strength striking both of them, and directly clashing with the Sword River Sparrow Claw!

Shen Yanqiu suddenly realized something was wrong. He remembered clearly that his colleagues had heard rumors that there were three grandmasters guarding the palace.

But what we see now...

Sure enough, as he looked around, a burly and robust corpse came into his view in a corner of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

A sudden storm arises from nowhere!

Boom!!

Waaah!

Inside the hall, the three powerful figures clashed fiercely, and the resulting gale-force winds roared like raging dragons, instantly engulfing the entire hall.

Before the guards surrounding Ji Chen could react, they were sliced ​​by a gust of wind sharper than a blade.

Then, the flesh and blood body disintegrated, and the severed limbs and broken bones mixed with blood mist were swept up by the violent shockwave and thrown out of the hall like withered leaves.

In an instant, the palace pillars trembled, the ground turned red, and the howling wind raged incessantly.

Shen Yanqiu squinted to avoid the raging wind, and when he looked again, he saw that the once invincible commander of the Sticky Pole Guard had now disintegrated in mid-air like a tattered rag doll, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The Grand Steward was no longer as imposing as before. His face flushed red, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his expression turned ashen.

Only the person in the middle remained calm and composed from beginning to end. Even after a great battle and the slaughter of hundreds of guards, his aura was no different from when he first appeared.

Conversely, the valiant and skilled imperial guards, known for their bravery and martial prowess, were now utterly distraught, their faces filled with terror.

As the man in the middle took a step forward, they could no longer hold on and scattered in disarray, as if facing a man-eating demon.

Ji Chen stepped lightly, and a strange force spread out like ripples along the ground. Within a radius of ten feet, the sounds of all the guards' legs cracking formed a melody, followed by their wails.

"His Highness Prince Wu has already achieved such great results, yet he won't even grant these poor souls this much chance to survive?"

The chief steward's voice trembled.

"They should have expected this outcome when they pointed knives and guns at me!"

Ji Chen does not accept any form of moral blackmail.

"His Highness King Wu will one day rule the world. These people have been loyal and dutiful; they should be spared to set an example and demonstrate benevolence!"

"I have demonstrated my martial virtue, so what does benevolence matter? Besides, when the barbarians entered the pass and slaughtered thousands of miles, if it weren't for the White Sun Sect rising up in rebellion, wouldn't the dynasty have lasted for three hundred years and the country have been secure forever?"

After saying that, Ji Chen didn't bother to continue the discussion.

"Old eunuch, your martial arts are quite good. Your martial arts of creating heaven and man and transforming yin and yang have some merit. If you surrender to me, I may spare your life."

"We are all in our seventies and eighties, and we are used to serving the royal family. We are no longer worthy of His Highness Prince Wu's favor."

The Grand Eunuch, with a calm expression, glanced at the old and new emperors in the corner, and finally said:

"This servant is useless, Your Majesties... This servant is leaving."

The chief steward, who had been lying prostrate on the ground, suddenly passed away.

"What a pity."

Ji Chen walked straight past the loyal old servant and headed towards the Liao people, the retired emperor and Emperor Qing, who were hiding behind the dragon throne.

He looked down at the two of them with a superior expression.

The retired emperor, with his disheveled white hair and cold sweat clinging to his dry, white hair, no longer possessed the imposing presence he had when he descended from the imperial carriage. He was now gripped by an indescribable terror.

This retired emperor, who had lived for 86 years and reigned for 59, completely lost his composure and retreated inch by inch under Ji Chen's intense gaze.

He couldn't understand why the prosperous Longxi era he had created had fallen to such a state in just a few years.

Is it because he lacks political acumen?

Is it because the national treasury is not rich enough?

Having established the Three Secret Realms and expanded into the Northwest, were his civil and military achievements not outstanding enough?

No matter how you look at it, with the full support of the Great Snow Mountain, Qingting should have the advantage over the revitalized Baiyang Sect!

But in the end, his lips trembled, and he managed to utter only one sentence in a shaky voice:

"Traitor... traitor!"

Faced with this fierce man who single-handedly stormed the palace, trampling through thousands of troops to reach him, even this worldly retired emperor dared to utter such a harsh statement.

He's old now, and he's long lost the spirit he had back then.

Ji Chen merely narrowed his eyes slightly, and a magnificent spiritual image emerged, instantly causing the Liaoren Emperor Emeritus to tremble as if he were shaking, a stench of urine emanating from the hem of his dragon robe.

However, what puzzled him was that his mental imagery seemed to be somewhat... weak when facing this old man, Bitden?

He suddenly noticed something strange about today.

His battle with the grandmaster was so fierce that many of the guards who helped surround him were killed, while these two guys who were slightly skilled in martial arts were only slightly embarrassed.

Shouldn't they at least get a head injury and bleed from the strong wind?

Emperor Jiaqing, being a man of strong character, couldn't stand seeing his old man so humiliated. He stood up from the side, raised his fist, and was about to give Ji Chen a hard punch.

Even though he had been given a constant supply of medicine since childhood, the emperor, who had never put in the hard work of martial arts, could not even cause the slightest ripple in the protective aura that Ji Chen had activated with his fist.

"I am the Son of Heaven, and I possess my own majesty. You traitor, kill me or torture me, then do as you please!"

Ji Chenquan ignored those words as if they were nothing.

His mental image hasn't been torn off yet. How could this unfortunate emperor maintain his ability to speak under such pressure?

Ji Chen remained silent, quietly pondering the reasoning behind it.

'Could it be that this emperor really does possess some kind of protective aura, like dragon energy or imperial energy?'

However, his dismissive attitude enraged the proud Emperor Jiaqing, causing him to roar in anger:

"Traitor, do you know that I am the Supreme Emperor, the Crown Prince who rules over the nine provinces? What right do you have to disregard me! Disregard me!"

"Where is the Supreme Nyima?!"

Ji Chen got annoyed by his noise and gave him a big slap.

Jiaqing was slammed into a pillar behind the dragon throne by the blow, his head covered in blood.

"Now that I've terrified the people outside, they dare not come in. Wouldn't it be a huge waste of historical material if there were no onlookers to witness the execution of you barbarian leaders?"

The Liao people's retired emperor and Emperor Jiaqing were so angry by this sentence that they trembled with rage, and of course, they were also terrified.

A full quarter of an hour later, the infantry officers who had been surrounding the Hall of Supreme Harmony from a distance, seeing that there was still no movement inside the hall, finally dared to enter.

At this moment, tens of thousands of guards and imperial troops had poured into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and under the leadership of various imperial clansmen and ministers, they were "searching" for the whereabouts of the thieves.

Whether it was a search for thieves or confirmation of the emperor's death, only heaven knows.

Under these circumstances, Ji Chen weighed the two emperors, one old and one new, who looked like dead dogs, and walked out of the palace amidst the panicked gazes of the crowd.

then.

Hiss!

Sizzle!

The rising heat from the internal organs chilled the hearts of the guards and ministers who entered.

Ji Chen, however, greeted the rising sun with a smile of satisfaction.

That was awesome!