Zhu Zai's brow furrowed, then relaxed.
"That 'sweetheart I have to bow to' you mentioned, is she a Princess?"
How to put it... Zhu Zai actually felt a sense of "that's it?"
This old man is currently pondering the Emperor's body snatching and Emperor Jianwen's resurrection. What's a Princess or a County Princess? It's like a gentle breeze.
It can only be said that his psychological threshold has truly been raised to an unimaginably high level by Li Miao these past few days.
Li Miao chuckled, noncommittal.
Zhu Zai's heart immediately thumped, and he was about to ask for clarification: "Is it or isn't it—" "Commander, now is not the time to talk."
Li Miao chuckled.
"It's about to start."
"To have the fortune of seeing your ancestors from eight generations ago crawl out of their graves to beat people, you're truly one of a kind. Don't miss it."
What kind of talk is this!
Li Miao's mouth was at least a 'Sumeru', both venomous and fragmented. Zhu Zai glared at him fiercely,
but there was nothing he could do. He forcibly swallowed his words and stopped pressing the issue.
Emperor Jianwen's Stillness had already enveloped everyone present.
Huang Jin's brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze sweeping over everyone, meticulously discerning every detail on each of the imperial relatives, yet he found nothing.
"Not just sight, but even sound and smell can be affected—truly formidable."
Huang Jin thought to himself.
"But, as long as you cannot silently kill a worship, you will not escape today!"
Emperor Jianwen's Stillness, in today's world where the 'Three Paths of Nature' have long been lost, if faced one-on-one, could indeed be called "unsolvable." Even if one's martial arts were superior, it would be difficult to avoid that pervasive illusion.
The clash of experts, a desperate struggle on a fine line, let alone a Celestial Human Realm clash? As long as one is interfered with by the illusion for a moment, it immediately becomes a matter of life and death.
Even Li Miao, who could break illusions, suffered no small loss after Emperor Jianwen gave up control and instead only interfered with Li Miao's senses when making a move.
But, there were ten worship s present.
Ten Celestial Human Realm experts of the two paths!
In a direct confrontation, Emperor Jianwen had no chance of winning!
As soon as he made a move, at the moment his figure was exposed, he would face the full force of the remaining nine worship s' attacks.
And Stillness, after all, was only a Celestial Human Realm of one path. No matter how mysterious, it couldn't affect ten worship s for too long. When Emperor Jianwen's mental strength was exhausted, what awaited him was the encirclement and killing by the ten worship s.
Victory was still firmly in Huang Jin's hands.
He only needed to wait—until Emperor Jianwen was unable to maintain the illusion, that would be his death!
Sure enough, a moment later, Huang Jin suddenly felt a blur in his peripheral vision.
"There!"
Huang Jin suddenly cried out, raising his hand and striking with a palm!
His palm strike, with loose force covering several zhang in circumference, could not pose a threat to Emperor Jianwen.
But Huang Jin sneered.
His palm strike was not meant to kill or injure!
Bang!
With a muffled thud, the palm strike actually hit a broken carriage nearby.
It directly shattered the carriage into a sky full of wood splinters.
The wood splinters shot out in all directions, outlining a blurry figure in the air.
No matter how realistic an illusion is, it comes from human thought! Thousands of wood splinters flying, each with a different trajectory, you certainly cannot make it seamless!
The worship s all simultaneously attacked that figure!
Boom!
Blood splattered, and that figure didn't even let out a scream before being beaten into a blurry mass of flesh and blood, splattered on the street.
"No!"
Huang Jin thought to himself, 'This is bad.' Emperor Jianwen could never die so easily; it's still a trick!
Where exactly is Emperor Jianwen?
Suddenly, a hurried scream came from Huang Jin's side.
"Ah!"
Huang Jin's pupils constricted!
He retreated rapidly, about to point a finger in mid-air, but suddenly withdrew his hand.
"No, the scream isn't real!"
He glanced at the other worship s from the corner of his eye; besides him, they all remained in place, showing no reaction, only casting questioning glances at him.
And he had already retreated from the crowd.
"Not good!"
How could Huang Jin not understand? This was Emperor Jianwen's way of making him voluntarily leave the protection of the worship s!
To catch the thief, first catch the king. He was only a Celestial Human Realm of one path, and he was giving orders among them. Emperor Jianwen had already targeted him!
He had already stepped alone into Emperor Jianwen's trap.
Three worship s suddenly reacted, their figures surging, swiftly giving chase.
But Huang Jin's eyes had already lost their luster.
He had fallen into an illusion—narrow, cramped, cold, and pitch-black.
His whole body was unable to move, and every breath of air he took carried the stench of decay.
Huang Jin found himself trapped in a coffin.
He knew he had been pulled into an illusion by Emperor Jianwen, but the fear that seemed to arise from the bottom of his heart was no longer suppressible.
Huang Jin wanted to raise his hand to knock on the coffin lid, but found that his limbs seemed to be firmly locked, unable to move an inch.
Suddenly, an indescribably intense hunger rose from his belly. Accompanied by the intense pain of stomach cramps, it crawled up his nerves into his brain.
His stomach felt like some kind of living creature hidden in his body. First, it grabbed his lungs, making it difficult for him to breathe; then it squeezed his heart, making it difficult for his blood to pump into his limbs, allowing them to gradually rot and breed maggots.
Finally, it crawled into his cranial cavity, occupying every thought.
An uncontrollable rage arose then.
He involuntarily opened his mouth, his already decayed vocal cords barely vibrating, emitting a hoarse, stagnant sound.
"Zhu—"
"Emperor."
"Why didn't you send—"
"Traitor!—"
"Yellow Eunuch!"
Accompanied by an angry roar from a worship, the scene before Huang Jin's eyes suddenly shattered, and a worship looked at his back with a face full of shock and anger.
A withered hand climbed onto his shoulder, choking his throat.
A face like a withered household pressed close to Huang Jin's face, sniffing lightly. The withered lips parted, emitting a sticky sound of lips and teeth separating, followed by a strong scent of blood.
The worship s suddenly stopped.
Cold sweat ran down Huang Jin's forehead.
Emperor Jianwen leaned into Huang Jin's ear, opened his mouth, and hoarsely and stagnantly uttered two words.
"Perverse, rebellious."
"What do you mean—"
Rip—Huang Jin's thought had just arisen when his throat was suddenly torn open, and blood spurted out.
Emperor Jianwen struck Huang Jin's back with a palm, sending him flying.
The worship s quickly stepped forward to catch Huang Jin and stopped the bleeding by acupoint sealing. A worship skilled in healing arts stepped forward, pressed on Huang Jin's wound, and infused true qi to mend the flesh and blood.
Huang Jin raised his hand and pointed in one direction, squeezing out a word from his damaged throat.
"Chase—"
"Yes!"
Several worship s exchanged glances, split into two to stay and watch over Huang Jin, while the rest collectively went onto the roofs, chasing after Emperor Jianwen.
Huang Jin covered his throat with one hand, but his other hand was on his unharmed abdomen.
The uncontrollable hunger from the illusion still seemed to be lingering in his belly.