Chapter 532: He could take everyone

Chu Emperor: "What are you saying?"

Why can he understand every word he says?

But he couldn't understand this whole matter?

The Chu Emperor thought he hadn't yet woken up.

Until a sudden thunderclap sounded outside the window.

Lightning split the air with a bright flash, illuminating the pitch-black palace outside the window as if it were a gigantic monster that could devour living beings.

The Chu Emperor's heart jolted, and he felt as if he had suddenly returned to his nightmare.

Consumed by killing intent, the Chu Emperor declared Yang Qilang's execution.

Afterward he rose, donned his robe, and, barefoot and fuming, paced back and forth inside the hall.

All the palace servants inside trembled, lying flat on the ground, too afraid to speak.

When a palace maid accidentally bumped into a pillar and made a slight sound, the Chu Emperor instantly flew into a rage, drew his sword, turned, and with one thrust pierced the maid through.

Instantly, although all the palace servants were already trembling with fear, they dared not let even a tear fall to the floor, fearing that any slight noise would anger the Chu Emperor.

"Fool—"

"Get out! All of you, get out of my sight!"

The Chu Emperor swept all the nearby utensils to the floor with his sword, then pointed his blood‑stained blade at the doorway and roared.

The palace servants scrambled and crawled their way out.

Those who made a bigger commotion, even before they could escape, collapsed again with a scream as the Chu Emperor, his eyes blood‑red, strode in once more.

Blood spread to the palace gate.

A palace servant fell and never got up again.

Until the hall fell into utter silence.

The Chu Emperor gazed at the four or five corpses at his feet and let out a series of eerie laughs.

Heh, heh…

Smelling the bloody odor, he felt his irritable anger finally ease a little.

However, a sudden silent flash of lightning flickered.

The entire sleeping chamber was illuminated brightly.

The Chu Emperor saw a tall black shadow standing in the corner.

That shadow held a severed head in its hand.

That head, staring wide‑eyed, was none other than Shangguan Zhong's!

The Chu Emperor let out a startled cry.

The sword in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Who… who are you—"

The shadow slowly lifted its head.

In a dazed moment, it seemed like just a glance.

The Chu Emperor beheld a face that had haunted his dreams for decades, a visage that shocked the world!

In the blink of an eye,

there was no trace of a shadow left before him.

"Moon… Yue'er—"

Yang Qilang spent a night in the palace; his fate unknown.

(His) life or death unknown.

Duan Rongshi and his group firmly controlled the entire Dali Temple.

The Assassins and the guards of Prince Su's Manor followed, taking over every post inside and outside the Dali Temple.

The genuine guards of the Dali Temple, meanwhile, stood helpless, not knowing what to do.

It seemed as if they were the ones who had invaded as outsiders.

Jin Ning was summoned again in the middle of the night.

She was originally drowsy, her eyelids drooping.

But upon seeing Zhui Yu's appearance, she instantly perked up.

"Has he been poisoned?"

She reached out to touch Zhui Yu's neck.

Sure enough, something was wriggling there.

If Duan Rongshi hadn't subdued him, someone with Zhui Yu's martial skill might already have killed who knows how many.

Li Qingluo thought of how Killing Three Old Masters had gone mad, and she couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Senior sister, can it still be cured?"

"Jin Ning: 'Yes.'"

"It's not a big problem."

"Strange—how could he have been afflicted with this poison?"

"Luo'er, are you all right?"

"Li Qingluo: 'We're fine for now.'"

"Senior sister, I originally thought it was because we brought those specially made sachets, so only I, A Shi, Que'er, and a few others escaped the poison."

"Because Zhui Yu indeed had none on him."

"Yet Zhang Tinggui, Dong Shaoqing, and even Yang Qilang, who has already entered the palace, also lacked those sachets."

They three also were not poisoned by the gu, but they also did not have anti-poison sachets.

Besides, all the prisoners in the Ministry of Justice prison have gone mad. If they were all poisoned by gu, what kind of gu poison could cause so many people to erupt in poison at the same time?

If such a gu poison existed in the world, how terrifying it would be!

In the blink of an eye, it could make an entire enemy army camp go mad and frenzied, falling into a state of mutual slaughter.

Jin Yin furrowed their brows.

She looked toward Duan Rongshi.

Duan Rongshi gave her a slight nod.

Jin Yin then said: 'I need to go to the prison to see for myself.'

At the gate of the Ministry of Justice prison.

'We subordinates only left the prison after receiving orders.'

'Otherwise, how would we dare not leave anyone behind?'

The yamen runner, trembling as he unlocked the shackles with both hands, wiped sweat nervously while explaining today's situation.

Duan Rongshi: 'Who gave the order?'

'It was the personal guard of Lord Shangguan who came over and personally issued the command.'

Duan Rongshi: 'Have there been any differences in the prison these past few days compared to before?'

The yamen runner, fearful, mustered his courage and stared at Duan Rongshi several times.

If we were to speak of the greatest difference, it would naturally be the arrival of such a killing god.

At first, they heard he was merely a merchant family's live-in son-in-law; even though his aura differed from the ordinary, still no one really took him to heart.

Yet, when facing the Ministry of Justice prison's interrogation and all the torture instruments, he acted with utter nonchalance!

Although he was in prison, he bore no resemblance to a common inmate.

The aura and oppressive presence emanating from his whole body made even the yamen runners, accustomed to seeing demons and monsters, dare not summon torture instruments against him.

Even if someone mustered the courage to step forward, before he could act, his personal guard at his side would first shatter the shackles on their hands, then backhandedly subdue the approaching person so they dared not move.

When all the yamen runners rushed to attack him together, he merely raised his hand and effortlessly confiscated all their weapons and torture instruments; with another wave, he sent those weapons and instruments falling around the yamen runners.

In that instant, all the yamen runners felt as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

Only then did they realize: how could this person be merely a merchant family's live-in son-in-law?

He must be a supreme martial arts master whom they dare not provoke!

A mere wave of his hand could easily take all their lives!

Yet he never actually killed anyone; it was clear he was holding back and did not want to stir up trouble.

Merely, under Yang Qilang's equally shocked gaze, he coldly asked: 'Prison cell, won't you show the way?'

He could stay, but if they tried to torture him, they would be seeking their own death!

He could clearly come and go as he pleased.

Yet he walked toward the prison cell with calm composure.

From then on, the yamen runners dared not provoke this great Buddha.

They did not dare to send even new shackles.

They did not dare to provoke even Yang Qilang's side, and could only imprison them far apart.

But, the superiors would eventually come to question.

Before the interrogation even began, the yamen runners were already trembling with fear, afraid that he would suddenly go on a killing spree if tortured.

Wouldn't that implicate their own lives?

Yet they dared not report it upward.

To report that they could not handle a merchant family's live-in son-in-law would surely draw the superiors' scolding for uselessness, and losing their posts or their lives would be equally despairing.

What made these yamen runners even more despairing was that this person, having been detained in that cell for only a night, and no one knowing what exactly had happened, frightened all the nearby prisoners serving heavy sentences into trembling like they had lost their guts.

Each one dared not speak up to provoke him.

Among those imprisoned here, how many are not troublemakers?

But since this killing god arrived, everyone seemed to have become obedient, like law-abiding citizens.

It is truly terrifying.

'If we are to say there really is any difference… there is actually one thing.'

The food—this two-day rice porridge—seems to have a strange taste!