Zi Shou chuckled, his voice echoing in the ears of everyone in the army before the city, and he said blandly:
“I, the Tyrant, am without Dao, is that your reason, father and son, for rebelling? Haha, did I collect too much tax from Eastern Lu, or did I slaughter the people of Eastern Lu?”
He looked at the feudal lords below the city and scoffed.
“I have been on the throne for thirty-four years. Have I ever raised your taxes? Or killed your people?”
The Aura of the feudal lords below the city all stagnated.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Ziya thought, “This is not good.”
He knew better than anyone how much exaggeration was in the ten crimes of King Zhou that he himself wrote.
He hurriedly gave Jiang Wenhuan a look.
Jiang Wenhuan raised his great saber, his hair bristling with rage, and loudly proclaimed: “My sister, Queen Jiang, was harmed by you and died an unnatural death. I will surely take your life to avenge my sister.”
A flicker of anger crossed Zi Shou’s eyes, but his expression remained calm and indifferent as he spoke blandly: “Didn’t you already kill the person who harmed Queen Jiang? Your father died an unclear death, wasn't it by your own hand?”
In the eighth year of King Zhou’s reign, he had thought that by beheading Fei Zhong and You Hun, he could protect Queen Jiang and his two sons.
But in the end, Queen Jiang still died unjustly in the palace, and his two sons, like madmen, tried to assassinate him with swords.
It was only after he finally suppressed all the chaos that he discovered from Queen Jiang's Relics that she had been murdered by someone sent by Jiang Hengchu, the Marquis of Dongbo.
This was simply because that gentle woman, who was devoted to him, refused her father's request to assassinate him.
As for his two sons, without his knowledge, they had already taken Guang Chengzi and Chijingzi as their masters and had long since betrayed him.
In a fit of rage at the time, Zi Shou, just as in the original Investiture of the Gods, summoned all the Four Grand Marquises to Chaoge, intending to execute them all.
As a result, Ji Chang sent his son as a scapegoat.
Jiang Hengchu and his son directly raised an army under the banner of avenging Queen Jiang, but Jiang Hengchu died inexplicably on the way, and Jiang Wenhuan publicly claimed that King Zhou had sent people to assassinate him.
Chong Houhu directly claimed illness and could not come.
Only E Chongyu honestly came to Chaoge, but as soon as he entered the gates of Chaoge, he was murdered by his personal guards, hacked into a bloody mess and left dead in the street.
Then, E Shun also raised the banner of rebellion.
It was only after that incident that Zi Shou understood that the Immortals had already infiltrated the Cheng Tang dynasty like a sieve, and the feudal lords, regardless of whether he was a Tyrant or not, had already prepared for rebellion.
Jiang Wenhuan’s face turned from red to purple, then from purple to black. Knowing he couldn't out-argue Zi Shou, he simply slammed his great saber down and roared, “Tyrant, do you dare to fight me?”
Zi Shou’s gaze swept across the area below the city.
He saw E Shun holding a spear and Chong Yingluan holding a sword behind Jiang Wenhuan.
There were also thirty-five cavalrymen from various feudal lords, all fully alert.
He chuckled.
It was supposed to be a one-on-one fight.
In reality, it was him against thirty-eight people.
However, he was completely fearless now and said blandly, “Attendants, bring me my armor.”
Shang Rong, at ninety-five years old, had just been brought to the city wall by Zi Shou, trembling all the while. He had just stopped shaking when he heard Zi Shou’s words and immediately started trembling again.
“Great King, a wise monarch does not stand beneath a dangerous wall. You are the Respect of ten thousand chariots, you must not personally risk danger.”
Zi Shou, assisted by his attendants, put on his armor, held his golden saber, and laughed heartily, saying, “Prime Minister, stop joking. I am Great King, the Number One昏君 of All Time, a Tyrant. What do the actions of a wise monarch have to do with me?”
“You just stay here and watch me kill the enemy.”
With that, he directly threw Old Prime Minister onto the city gate tower, so that this loyal official wouldn't try any dramatic acts of clinging to his leg in remonstrance.
Subsequently, he directly leaped down from the city wall, like a golden-winged roc, flying down a hundred-meter city wall, his golden saber striking directly at Jiang Wenhuan.
Jiang Wenhuan had not expected Zi Shou to pull such a move, but he prided himself on never having neglected his Martial Skill over the years, and he was already considered at the Peak of martial prowess among Mortals. How could he fear a Tyrant hollowed out by wine and women?
He immediately roared, lifting his great saber upwards to block Zi Shou’s golden saber.
“Tyrant, today I will make you regret… *Pfft!*”
Before he could finish his sentence, a surging, immense force erupted from the blade, instantly shattering the bones in both his arms.
He was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and immediately fainted.
Zi Shou severely wounded Jiang Wenhuan with one strike, then flew onto his horse, tossing Jiang Wenhuan aside. Then, with a squeeze of his legs, the immense force made the white horse obediently comply, no longer struggling.
He swept his golden saber, pointing it at everyone, and spoke with unparalleled dominance: “Today, I will fight all of you alone.”
Before Chaoge City, silence instantly fell.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Zi Shou, standing on horseback with his saber, looking down on everything before Chaoge City. The sound of swallowing saliva echoed for a moment.
What about the Tyrant who was supposedly hollowed out by wine and women?
The Marquis of Dongbo was already the strongest among Mortals.
E Shun and Chong Yingluan, who had already prepared to charge forward and besiege Zi Shou together, were also scared stiff, reining in their horses and stopping, too stunned to advance.
Before the Western Zhou army formation.
Jiang Ziya’s face darkened, and his heart pounded. He said, “No, something is strange.”
Before the challenge, he had secretly decided on a strategy for Jiang Wenhuan and his group to besiege Zi Shou.
The purpose was to create a situation where all the feudal lords attacked the Human King, thereby completely severing Zi Shou’s last hope.
As the last Human King of the Human Race, only by making Zi Shou’s heart turn to ashes would the Human Race’s Luck no longer re-coalesce and protect the human world.
But he had not expected that Jiang Wenhuan, already the strongest among Mortal martial generals, could not even withstand one strike from Zi Shou.
“Nezha, go test him.”
No sooner had he spoken than a violent voice rang out, saying, “Why test? I’ll just kill this Tyrant with one spear.”
A young general, with the stature of a youth, stepped out, riding on wind-fire wheels and holding a Fire Tipped Spear.
His face was like carved jade, but his eyes held only malevolent killing intent.
It was Nezha, one of the three great vanguard officers of Western Zhou.
He let out a loud roar and charged towards Zi Shou on his wind-fire wheels.
Zi Shou’s eyebrows twitched as he saw Nezha charging at him.
He knew the other party's background; he was born burdened with one thousand seven hundred killing tribulations. At this moment, he was already entangled by the killing tribulations, his spiritual intelligence restricted, essentially just a humanoid weapon forged by the Chan Sect to respond to the tribulation.
Watching Nezha charge, he remained completely unfazed, raising his saber to strike.
The magical power of the third layer of Qi Refining surged out, and a blade glow condensed on the golden saber.
Nezha laughed heartily upon seeing this, saying, “So this is your method? Ridiculous!”
He was the vanguard officer of Western Zhou, the Reincarnation of Lingzhu Zi, at the Peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm. How could a Tyrant who wasn't even a Human Immortal dare to raise a saber against him?
He didn't even bother to use the Qiankun Circle and Heavenly Silk, and the Fire Tipped Spear in his hand spat out a three-zhang tongue of flame, aiming directly at Zi Shou.
“Watch me take your head!”
Just in that flash of light and stone.
A golden light suddenly surged from Zi Shou's body, as if the golden chainmail on his body suddenly shone brightly.
Behind him.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Ziya’s face instantly changed, and he exclaimed, “The golden light of national Luck protecting the body? How is this possible? How can the national Luck on this Tyrant’s body still condense into protective golden light?”
He looked up at the entire city of Chaoge in horror.
But at this moment, he was shocked to discover that Chaoge City, which had been so desolate, now showed signs of a flourishing revival.
“Chaoge still has such Luck?”
“No, Nezha, come back quickly!”