Chapter 1853: The Power of a Quasi-Saint, Tony Must Cultivate

"Your Majesty, an immortal has descended!"

The eunuch's voice trembled as he lay prostrate on the ground, his tone full of disbelief. "There's actually an immortal standing in the sky!"

In the past, he had seen a few immortals himself.

But those were all charlatans running cons.

He didn't truly believe in his heart — he was only seeking peace of mind.

Now, a man was flying in the sky — that absolutely couldn't be faked.

After all, if he weren't an immortal, how could he possibly fly in the sky!

The moment Zhu Qizhen heard this, he sprang to his feet, his expression turning extremely ugly.

He flung open the tent and walked out, only to see the entire army outside already prostrated on the ground.

"Get up, all of you, get up for me!"

He raised his head to look at the sky and saw a man in a dragon robe standing there with an indifferent expression.

"Are you Zhu Wushi?"

"Hmph!"

Zhu Wushi snorted coldly. "Zhu Qizhen, and you dare call me by name?"

With a stretch of his hand, Zhu Qizhen flew straight up into the sky and finally landed in Zhu Wushi's grasp.

"If the Dao Lord hadn't spoken first, a piece of trash like you should have been slaughtered, and then your soul tossed into the eighteenth layer of hell for a trip."

At this moment, Zhu Qizhen was truly terrified.

"You, you... we're all descendants of the Zhu clan, don't be so ruthless!"

"Besides, the things you mentioned haven't even happened yet — how can you punish me with crimes of the future!"

Zhu Wushi sneered, having no desire to waste words with Zhu Qizhen.

As long as he brought him back, the furious old ancestor would have his own way of dealing with him.

The army was stunned.

They had never imagined that the immortal would actually take away their own emperor.

The men glanced at their comrades; seeing no reaction from them, they also stood in place, not daring to move rashly.

Resist?

They truly didn't have the guts to resist an immortal.

To speak plainly, they were soldiers drawing pay — a month's stipend wasn't much, so why risk their lives fighting an immortal!

Even the nobles thought the same way.

The enemy was clearly a being that could not be overcome by force — they wouldn't go throw their lives away!

Zhu Wushi descended to a height of a hundred meters, looked down at the army, and felt a surge of emotions.

"I never expected that in such a short time, the Great Ming army has already grown this lax."

Of course, this so-called laxity was naturally in comparison to the battle-hardened troops of early Ming.

Compared with the armies after Zhu Qizhen's time, this current batch was absolutely the elite of the elite.

"I am Zhu Wushi of the Great Ming Heavenly Court. Because Zhu Qizhen will in the future be defeated by the Oirat, I have come to take charge of this realm. Do any of you have objections?"

The army erupted in an uproar!

The immortal was a member of the Zhu clan!

Moreover, the Zhu clan had even established a Heavenly Court!

This kind of thing was too great a shock to the nobles and soldiers.

"We pay our respects to the Immortal Lord!"

The crowd prostrated themselves once more, their expressions fervent.

Zhu Wushi nodded, looked into the distance, and with a single thought, the Oirat vanished on the spot.

With another wave of his hand, several hundred thousand troops fell into his sleeve.

As for the attending eunuch Wang Zhen, he was also locked into the same space where Zhu Qizhen was.

The two met, their expressions panicked.

"Your Majesty, what shall we do now?" Wang Zhen was scared out of his wits.

Being treated differently by the immortal — wouldn't that mean he was done for!