As the old censor watched Tang Qing approach step by step, the grief and indignation on his face were gradually replaced by fear.
His struggles weakened, and his lips trembled.
"What...what do you want to do?"
"I am an imperial censor, incorruptible and upright! You dare...you dare to lay a hand on me?"
He shouted in a blustering but cowardly manner.
Standing before the officials, Xue Qinghe watched this scene with her phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.
She wanted to see how Tang Qing would break this deadlock.
To back down or to take a hard line?
Right under everyone's watchful eyes.
Tang Qing walked up to the old censor.
He didn't speak.
He simply raised his hand slowly and grasped the hilt of the longsword at his waist.
"Clang—"
A clear and melodious dragon's roar.
The long sword was drawn, its cold light radiating outwards, reflecting the horrified faces of the court officials.
Tang Qing held a long sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and looked calmly at the old censor.
His voice clearly resonated throughout every corner of the Golden Palace.
"The Emperor has granted me permission not to kneel before him."
"Grant me the privilege of carrying a sword to court."
"Furthermore, grant me... the power to execute first and report later!"
"Since Imperial Censor Wang is so eager for fame, I'll give you a ride."
Tang Qing's voice was very soft.
"you..."
The old censor's pupils suddenly contracted, just as he was about to say something more.
A cold, sharp sword light had already slit his throat.
"Pfft—"
Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain.
The old censor's eyes were wide open, and his face was frozen in terror.
He raised his hand, as if trying to cover his bleeding neck, but it fell limply to the ground.
"Thump."
The body fell heavily onto the polished floor tiles of the Golden Palace.
The warm blood spread rapidly, staining the area red.
The entire hall was deathly silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was terrified by this sudden turn of events.
He committed murder.
On the Golden Palace.
In front of all the civil and military officials and Emperor Xueye.
Kill the imperial censor!
"Clang!"
A loud bang came from the dragon throne.
Startled, Emperor Xueye abruptly stood up, nearly falling off his throne, but was fortunately caught by a eunuch beside him.
His face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he pointed at Tang Qing, but couldn't utter a single word.
This is insane!
This Tang Qing is absolutely insane!
Standing at the forefront of the officials, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe's usually gentle and refined face had lost its composure.
Her beautiful phoenix eyes were wide open.
She stared blankly at the young man standing with his sword, at the blood flowing at his feet, her mind reeling.
This man!
too...
That's too domineering!
How dare he?!
How dare he do something so outrageous!
Court intrigue and imperial strategies seemed like child's play to him.
At the slightest disagreement, he drew his sword and killed.
Disregarding rules and consequences.
In the most direct, brutal, and ruthless way, all conspiracies and tests were crushed.
Instead of feeling any disgust, Xue Qinghe felt an unprecedented, almost overwhelming heat.
This is the man I, Qian Renxue, have set my sights on!
Only a man as domineering and unparalleled as him is worthy of being conquered by me!
The avalanche at the Fourth Prince's place was not far away, and it was the closest.
A few drops of scalding blood splattered onto his face.
He felt a flash of red before his eyes, a strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, and his stomach churned violently.
"vomit..."
He vomited on the spot.
Immediately, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling violently, his crotch quickly becoming wet.
He was so scared that he peed himself.
Prince Xuexing was also splattered with blood. He stared blankly at Tang Qing, feeling as if his heart was about to stop beating.
This person...
What is this person's courage made of?
Does he not even know the word "fear"?
Imperial power, laws, court regulations...
Are all these things worthless in his eyes?
Inside the main hall, all was still silent.
Tang Qing slowly sheathed his sword.
With a soft "whoosh," countless officials trembled.
Tang Qing's gaze calmly swept across the entire room.
Finally, the spot landed on the pale-faced Emperor Xueye, who sat atop the dragon throne.
He didn't speak.
Everyone understood the meaning in his eyes.
Who else objects?
When the Snow Night Emperor met his gaze, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.
He had no doubt.
If I dare to say "no" again, the sword will be at my throat the next moment.
After a brief silence.
I don't know who was the first to react.
With a "thump," he knelt down on the ground.
"Your subject...congratulations, King Blue Silver!"
That sound was like lighting a fuse.
"Congratulations, Blue Silver King!"
"Long live the Blue Silver King! Long live the Blue Silver King! Long live the Blue Silver King!"
"Your Majesty is wise! The Blue Silver King truly deserves the title!"
Whoosh!
All the civil and military officials, including Prince Xuexing, knelt down, their shouts echoing throughout the Golden Palace.
No one dared to object anymore.
...
at the same time.
In the Heavenly Dou Empire, in a nameless, deep mountain.
Inside the mountain, there is a huge cave.
Inside the cave, there were no stalactites, no cold, damp walls, only endless blue silver grass.
They exude a gentle life force, making the entire cave appear dreamlike.
A tall, weathered-looking, stubble-bearded middle-aged man sat in the center of the blue silver grass.
He reached out and gently stroked the most robust blue silver grass beside him.
The man's hand gently covered the leaf that had touched his cheek.
That gentle touch was exactly the same as I remembered.
He closed his eyes, greedily savoring the warmth he had lost for ten years.
"Ah Yin…"
His voice was hoarse, with a pleading tremor.
Is that you?
"You...you've always been here, haven't you?"
No one answered him.
Only the cave full of blue silver grass embraced him tightly with the gentlest light.
for a long time.
Tang Hao slowly released his grip.
The sadness and vulnerability in his eyes receded like the tide.
Instead, there is a chilling madness and ruthlessness.
"Ah Yin, I miss you so much."
He spoke in a low voice, as if making a blood oath.
"But don't worry."
"I will definitely be able to revive you."
"must."
He searched through ancient books and explored countless dangerous places, finally finding clues about the resurrection of plant-type soul beasts in a tattered ancient manuscript.
"As long as you can find a direct descendant of the Blue Silver Emperor whose bloodline is the same as yours."
"Use his royal blood to nourish your body day and night."
"Further, I will nourish it with my soul power."
"You will definitely be able to come back to life."
"Come back to me."
Tang Hao's gaze pierced through the deep cave and looked towards the distant Tian Dou City.
In that direction, a new Blue Silver Emperor has just been born.
Over the years, the deeds of Champion Marquis Tang Qing have spread throughout the entire Heaven Dou Empire, and even throughout the entire continent.
(End of chapter)