"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor! "
Chung Shen-soo did not stop after killing his way through the Gate of Divine Martial. Instead, he continued to advance towards the palace.
The remaining Golden Scale Army, the imperial guards surrounding the Emperor's throne, the palace guards …
All sorts of elite soldiers wielding spears and crossbows surrounded him, almost risking their lives.
Ten thousand arrows fired!
Thousand spears pierced through!
Iron shields formed a wall!
Unfortunately, these were useless against a Martial Grandmaster.
Chung Shen-soo merely glanced over and released a trace of spiritual pressure. Ordinary elite soldiers and even Blood Transformation Realm martial artists lost their ability to fight.
He blew out a breath of air, and the arrows in the air fell to the ground, lightly stepped over by him.
As for the iron shield wall, he lightly brushed it apart like paper. The same went for the bodies of the soldiers behind him.
Sometimes, there were Grandmasters loyal to the Imperial Court who desperately tried to stop him. However, they were casually killed by Chung Shen-soo, their corpses thrown to the side of the road.
Rivers of blood flowed within the Imperial Palace.
Creak! Creak!
Panicked screams rang out from the turrets of the various Imperial Palace gates. The sounds of gates being lowered could be heard, and the Imperial Palace gates were tightly shut.
But it was useless!
Zhong Shenxiu arrived in front of a large iron gate. With a light touch, the massive palace gate loudly shattered, revealing the faces of people filled with fear behind it.
He was expressionless. With a wave of his hand, there were heavy casualties, flesh and blood turned to mush.
After killing his way through the Gate of Divine Martial, through the White Marble Plaza, and through three palace gates, Chung Shen-soo arrived at the Sun Hall.
This was one of the first three halls, where the Emperor of the Great Wu held court.
At this time, the Emperor was obviously not here. Instead, he left behind a group of civil officials dressed in purple official robes. It was unknown if they were ministers or prime ministers.
"How dare you offend the Imperial Court's important grounds? You're just a martial artist, why aren't you backing down?! "
Zhong Shenxiu walked up the steps and saw that at the end of the steps, there was an old Confucian with an angry beard and hair. He angrily berated, "Traitor, traitor, defying your superiors. In the annals of history, your infamy will be remembered!"
Beside him, there was a historian who was furiously scribbling.
In any faction, there would always be a few loyal officials and generals on the verge of destruction.
Although … it was only a small minority.
Chung Shen-soo didn't even look at him. With a wave of his hand, the old scholar and the scribe behind him were beheaded.
"Sir, please stop!"
From the Sun Temple, another old official walked out. "Your Majesty is determined to reform and sweep away the decline of the world. Now, you have already succeeded. The world is at peace and the people are living in peace and contentment. Yet, you want to plunge the world into the flames of war. How can you bear to do this?"
"If the imperial court is destroyed, the world will be plunged into chaos. The people will become destitute and homeless, and the number of casualties will be in the tens of millions … Even though you are from the Devil Sect, the Devil Sect also has its own ideals of ruling the world. You are not blindly destroying the world. Why don't we both stop here? The imperial court will welcome all of you from the Evil King Sect to join the imperial court as officials …"
"What are the sins of the common people? Please look at the bigger picture … "
…
Every word and every sentence was filled with righteousness, causing Chung Shen-soo to fully understand what it meant to be condemned by a thousand people and die without a cause.
Since these civil officials dared to stand in front of him, they were naturally not afraid of death.
But they just wanted to impose their own principles on Chung Shen-soo.
"The common people?"
Chung Shen-soo slightly stopped in his tracks, causing the scholars who were well-read to be delighted. Just as they were about to use their glib tongues to continue persuading him, they saw the Asura in the sea of blood wave his palm.
Smack!
Wherever the palm wind passed, a large number of civil officials of unknown positions were turned into minced meat.
"Look at the bigger picture?"
"Why didn't anyone tell me this back then?"
Since he came this time, he had already made up his mind. What he heard was just nonsense.
People who wanted to do great things were most afraid of being indecisive.
For example, when a certain two people were about to succeed in their great cause, they were tricked by this righteousness of the common people to the point of selling their blood and kidneys. After they tricked themselves, they tricked their subordinates, and they were completely tricked.
Chung Shen-soo would definitely not allow himself to become such an idiot.
His hands were like blades. Invisible blades burst forth one after another, and very soon, he killed people in the Sun Temple. He then killed his way out of the Sun Temple, through the Middle Sun Temple, and the Lesser Sun Temple …
"Protect the Emperor!"
"Protect the Emperor!"
When he was about to kill his way to the Gan Yang Palace, there were still loyal and righteous officials who crazily surged forward even though they had been killed previously.
This was the last breath of the Great Wu Dynasty.
If Chung Shen-soo had been holding an ordinary sword, or even a divine weapon, he would have probably become weak from all the killing and the edge of the blade would have been curled up.
"Kill my ass the Emperor. As long as the bloodline of the imperial family doesn't die out, killing one will just make another …"
Ever since he had entered the inner court, Chung Shen-soo had been following a vague feeling and searching for a certain aura.
It was the aura of another Martial Grandmaster, the last Martial Grandmaster of the imperial family, the Great Consecrator of the imperial family.
The other party's aura was as lofty as a god from the nine heavens. Even if he only sensed it slightly, Chung Shen-soo knew that this was a powerful enemy he had never met before!
Such a person had not joined forces with the three Martial Grandmasters to attack him previously because he was absolutely confident!
He was confident that he could stop the collapse of the world with one hand! Suppress him!
The Great Consecrator of the imperial family had been number one on the Heaven Roll for sixty years, the last pillar of the Great Wu Dynasty!
"If I don't kill this person, today's trip will not be complete!"
Chung Shen-soo followed his senses and walked to the front of a palace.
He looked up and saw the words "Gan Yang Palace" on the board.
"What a coincidence, this Great Consecrator is here. Is he protecting the Emperor? Is the Emperor stupid? Why isn't he running? "
"Or maybe …"
Chung Shen-soo thought of a guess and stepped onto the stairs.
On the stairs, the originally densely packed armored soldiers all clutched their hearts and spat out a mouthful of bloody fragments of their organs. They collapsed like wheat being cut.
In front of the palace gate, Chung Shen-soo casually killed the last Martial Grandmaster and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.
Ever since his Spirit Harmonization with the Heavens and the Earth had reached its peak and touched the threshold of shattering the void, his mind had become highly active.
At this moment, he seemed to have gone back in time to an even more ancient period, allowing him to trace more information from the void.
As he stood here, some blurry images automatically appeared in his mind.
They seemed to be the heavy memories of hundreds or even thousands of years ago that this ancient palace carried!
Layers upon layers of images, blurry figures, and a large number of screams and murmurs seemed to be coming into his ears …
"Too much Spiritual Perception is indeed not a good thing."
Chung Shen-soo complained and opened the gate of Gan Yang Palace.
To his surprise, the huge palace was completely silent. There was only a middle-aged man in a bright yellow dragon robe standing beside the Nine Dragon Throne, looking at Chung Shen-soo indifferently.
His eyes were like a bottomless well, with a tinge of purple, emitting an unparalleled evil power. A very pleasant and magnetic voice rang out, "You are not the Undying Evil Emperor. If the Undying Evil Emperor had half of your abilities, the Holy Monk and the Crazy Taoist would not have a chance on the Heavenly List …"
Chung Shen-soo did not show any emotion because his identity was seen through. He only asked, "Should I call you the Great Consecrator of the Imperial Family or Martial Emperor?"
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