The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

Chaos erupted in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in an instant.

Shen Yanqiu was shocked by this sudden change and before he could recover, a large number of armored and armed guards poured into the palace gate.

They roughly cleared a path with their sword sheaths, disregarding etiquette and court regulations, even whipping away court officials blocking their way, and rushed swiftly toward the imperial steps.

"Get out of the way!"

"Protect His Majesty! Anyone who blocks his path will be executed!"

If the old and new emperors were assassinated at the same time, and there were even the slightest mishap, those guards who were responsible for protecting the Forbidden City would likely face the same fate as their entire families!

The head guard broke out in a cold sweat and hissed:

"Seal off the palace gates! No one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Although his voice was stern, it couldn't hide a slight tremor.

At this moment, he no longer cared how many important court officials were in the hall; his eyes were only on the two bright yellow figures on the steps.

However, on the high walls of the Forbidden City, a fierce wind howled, and then arrows carrying lightning shot from all directions toward the two bright yellow figures on the steps, who were protected by layers of guards.

"Who! Who! Come out!"

"You despicable villain, you dare to attempt to kill me, yet you don't even have the courage to show your face?!"

A grandmaster guarding the two emperors let out a furious roar of resentment.

Each arrow seemed to carry immense force, with a strange and unsettling power that caused him immense suffering.

In a short moment, after six arrows, he was covered in blood, with blood gushing from all five orifices.

"Astey! Grand Eunuch! If you don't come soon, His Majesty will ascend the throne!"

The master felt frustrated. If he were alone, no matter how sharp the arrows were or how skilled the archers were, the assassins would not be able to harm him in the slightest, thanks to the master's divine sense.

However, with the retired emperor and the emperor right behind him, how could he retreat, how dare he retreat!

"Aaaaaah!!"

Under the barrage of arrows like heavy artillery fire, the Grandmaster Guardian could no longer maintain his balance and had no choice but to retreat to dissipate the unbearable force.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, but with each step he took, deep heel prints, several feet deep, were left in the white marble, with bloodstains spilling out.

Emperor Jiaqing's face showed undisguised panic, and his clenched palms were sweating profusely. He glanced at the pale-faced retired emperor, who was also under the protection of the imperial relatives, and a surge of hatred rose in his heart.

"You old fool... I've been on the throne for less than a year, and you've already seized control of all affairs of state. Now the world is in chaos, and war rages everywhere! My grand ambitions... I am utterly innocent!"

He nearly bit his teeth until they bled, and inwardly he roared:

"You, this incompetent ruler, are comparable to Emperor Huizong of Song, but I... I will never be like Emperor Qinzong!"

Thinking of the meticulous writing in history books and the infamy of future generations, Emperor Jiaqing felt a wave of dizziness and a despairing thought that it would be better to die here.

Fortunately, the other two grandmasters guarding the Forbidden City were not far away; the commotion in the Hall of Supreme Harmony was astonishing.

After Ji Chen fired his tenth arrow, two figures rushed towards him from the east and west sides.

The two worked together seamlessly; one took over the heavy responsibility of the previous grandmaster guard, while the other attacked Ji Chen, who was hiding.

"You despicable scoundrel, I, Astai, will take you down!"

The newcomer was dressed in blue cotton armor, and his burly figure resembled that of a giant bear. He struck out with a palm.

Ji Chen sighed inwardly, but was not disappointed.

The Grandmaster was too well-rounded; he had barely managed to cripple one of them when the other two arrived.

He no longer concealed his face, revealing it openly and honestly, and let out a soft laugh:

"Good timing!"

His initial plan was to use absolute violence to tear apart the guards of Qingting and carry out the assassination of the king in broad daylight and in full view of everyone.

Only in this way can we truly awe people and utterly trample Qingting's dignity into the dust.

What could be more moving than shooting the king with an arrow and tearing him in two with one's own hands?

This is how King Wu's prestige should be cultivated!

In this way, the power of his spiritual image will be even more awe-inspiring to the world.

Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Ji Chen was currently positioned on the wall above where Shen Yanqiu was hiding.

Shen Yanqiu, who was kneeling on the ground in fear and embracing her friend, suddenly heard a resounding dragon's roar—

Like an ancient bell struck by a giant hammer, powerful sound waves pierce through the sky!

hold head high!!!

The low-frequency vibrations pressed down heavily, and Shen Yanqiu felt a sudden crimson glow before her eyes, and her ears went deaf instantly.

He vaguely saw that his friends beside him and the ministers kneeling in fear all had bloody tears in their eyes, ruptured eardrums, and blood beads seeping from every pore of their bodies!

Then, a powerful figure flew backward from above him, crushing countless court officials in its path before stopping in a long trail of blood.

Shen Yanqiu trembled with fear. While hiding, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the fallen figure clutching his chest, groaning as he got up.

Then, a muffled roar came from the steps of the imperial palace.

However, due to a ruptured eardrum, he could only faintly hear:

Ji...Zhu...Absolutely...

The wall tiles above Shen Yanqiu's head suddenly shattered, and bricks and stones rained down. A burly figure dressed in a robe with a five-clawed dragon descended slowly from the dust, as if walking on solid ground, a dragon ascending the heavenly steps.

Wherever it passed, its dragon might was like a prison; even the most powerless civil officials would immediately roll their eyes back, collapse, and faint.

Even the imperial guards, skilled in martial arts, were overwhelmed by the immense pressure, staggering backward and unable to maintain their balance.

Despite the pressure, the three grandmasters stood solemnly before the guards, using their spiritual power to protect the new and old emperors on the imperial steps.

Shen Yanqiu couldn't hear what was being said between them. The blow to his head from the bricks made his vision go black, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver and open his eyes.

But the scene before him made him feel as if he were in a dream.

Before the Hall of Supreme Harmony, beneath the steps, lay countless corpses, piled high like small mountains, stretching straight into the shadowy Hall of Supreme Harmony.

In his heart palpitations, he only made a rough count and found that there were three or four hundred of them just in front of him.

As for further away, the view was blocked by the headquarters of the Nine Gates Infantry Patrol Battalion, which was the infantry battalion under the Nine Gates Commander.

"How is that possible?!"

"How could one person's strength be so terrifying?!"

"If that's the case, then what have all the books I've read over the years amounted to?"

"The palace guards and imperial troops are highly skilled. Your Majesty... will the barbarian lord be alright?"

Shen Yanqiu's mind was in turmoil, and her curiosity couldn't help but surge up.

He settled his unconscious friend down, then, with limp legs, leaned against the corner of the wall and made his way to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

But what terrified him was that the wall he was leaning against was covered with the splattered flesh of an enemy who had been blown up after someone had wantonly unleashed violence.

Before they had gone more than a hundred paces, Shen Yanqiu's palm was covered with a layer of cold, minced flesh.

Chant!

Suddenly, the dragon's roar rose again, and inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, broken wooden beams, along with shattered bright yellow tiles, shot skyward with a thunderous crash.

A small sandstorm was unexpectedly stirred up inside the palace.

Then hundreds of mangled corpses poured out of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, their blood forming streams that flowed down the white marble steps.