Everyone present was silent, looking at the man in white in disbelief.
These were a dozen late-stage innate masters, and they were actually killed by this middle-aged woman in just a few encounters.
What is even more shocking is that as the national master of Huang State, Mo Rugui is a symbol and a kind of belief in Huang State. It can be said that as long as the national master is there, the Huang Kingdom will be on the road to prosperity.
This kind of thinking has become deeply ingrained among the people of Huang State, and the disease is so serious that there is no cure.
It was extremely quiet in the hall, and the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing. And then it was broken the next moment.
"Who are you? I can grant you the title of National Preceptor! Be equal to me!"
The emperor's breathing was rapid. Seeing the imperial master being killed, he felt more fear, but more importantly, desire. I long for someone who is extremely powerful to help me.
Everyone's eyes were looking at the man in white clothes, with fear in their eyes and more of curiosity.
This man in white looks to be only in his twenties, but he is so powerful that he can kill the national master in a short time. Where did this person come from?
Someone in the crowd looked at Chu Cheng's back and hesitated to speak. After a moment, he took a step forward and asked cautiously: "Are you Chu Cheng's nephew?"
Chu Cheng heard the sound, looked at the crowd, and saw an old man.
This old man has gray hair and has entered his seventies. He is like a withered tree, lifeless. But his eyes are sharp and he is wise and foolish.
Chu Cheng nodded. The old man looked vaguely familiar, much like one of his friends. He quickly understood that this was Huang Guogong of the current dynasty.
There were bursts of surprise, and those heavy breathing sounds became even louder. Everyone stared at the white cloth with wide eyes.
They didn't know Chu Cheng, but they all knew that the grandson of the former founding prince was named Chu Cheng.
But...didn't that person just enter the Immortal Sect five years ago? How could he come back so strongly?
There was a figure dodging in the crowd, and many people's eyes were on him.
This man has gray hair, a crane official robe, and a square face. In Huang Guo's fashion of advocating fatness, he cannot be said to be fat.
He is Chu Cheng's predecessor, the father of Chu Cheng's fiancée Lin Ya, and the current minister Lin Zhenhong.
Lin Zhenhong looked at Chu Cheng's back with a complicated and regretful expression. He didn't know about Lin Ya's breakup of the engagement, but he didn't ask anything about it when he knew about it.
In his eyes, no one is more outstanding than the disciples of the Imperial Master.
But... Chu Cheng, whom he once looked down upon, actually killed the people of the Huang Kingdom, which was the spiritual symbol of heaven.
Who else can be more outstanding than Chu Cheng?
Chu Cheng did not answer Huang Guogong's words. He just looked away, looked at the emperor and said coldly: "From now on, there will no longer be Huang Guo, and there will no longer be an emperor, so naturally there will be no national master."
The emperor's expression finally changed. He never expected that this person was Wu Linghou's eldest grandson.
When the emperor wanted to speak again, a sword light had already slit his throat.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the head flew into the air.
In his last consciousness, the emperor saw a corpse sitting on a dragon chair, violently spraying blood, and then he couldn't see anything.
A generation of emperors died like this. When the body fell, the surroundings suddenly shook, and a thick golden mist emerged from the headless corpse.
Suddenly, the sound of a dragon roared, and the yellow mist condensed into a golden dragon. The dragon swung its tail and roared away quickly outside the palace gate.
Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene, and after a while, a sad voice sounded.
"The dragon's energy has escaped. Is it true that Huang Guo's energy has been exhausted?" An old man shook his hands tremblingly.
The lamentations of several people caused everyone to cry, and all the officials present fell into grief.
They were deceived by the imperial master, but deep down they were still loyal to Huang Guo.
Now, Huang Guo's life and death is controlled by the man in white in front of him.
The queen who was sitting on the phoenix chair was so frightened that her senior brother and the emperor were killed one after another.
She was Mo Rugui's sister in name only, a casual cultivator whose cultivation level was only at the second level of Qi Gathering, not even as good as those military officers killed by Li Ying.
At this time, Chu Cheng's eyes fell on her. When he saw this appearance, he understood that the people of Huang Kingdom had distorted their beauty because of this woman.
"You are Chu Cheng, I know! You love me, I...I can be your woman, as long as you..." The queen's plump body trembled as she spoke, like grease Encountered the heat, layer after layer, melted.
Before the queen could finish speaking, a sword light cut off a layer of her flesh, revealing the dense white bones.
A big piece of white flesh fell to the ground, and the blood and fat merged into one. All the milky white blood flowed on the ground.
The queen looked at the piece of meat on the ground. His eyes widened, and then he burst into an earth-shattering cry, ten times louder than a pig's cry.
Chu Cheng continued to strike with his sword, like cutting pork, with each strike, pieces of flesh and blood fell out.
When the ministers looked at this scene, their sadness turned into fear. They looked at the young man in white as if they were looking at an evil ghost from the Nine Netherworld.
The voice eventually ceased to make any sound, and only a white skeleton remained. All the flesh and blood on his body fell to the ground and piled up into a hill.
"It turns out that the skeleton of a pig is no different from that of a human being." Chu Cheng looked at the pile of meat and said calmly. "I just don't know what human bones are like."
Chu Cheng turned around and looked at the ministers, the murderous intention in his heart getting stronger and stronger.
Even if he kills a hundred, ten thousand, or millions of people, it will be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Everyone felt this cold gaze and their hearts trembled.
Just when Chu Cheng was about to take action, more than a dozen whistles sounded outside the palace. Then the palace door was blown open by a strong wind.
Outside the main hall, there was the sound of rushing footsteps. Chu Cheng looked up and saw a dozen figures walking in.
The leader was dressed in red, and when she appeared, the entire air seemed to be dyed a hazy red.
This woman is none other than Gong Shiyue, who is known as the most beautiful woman in Qingzhou.
behind her. There are also two women, one is beautiful in yellow clothes, and the other is pitiful in pink clothes.
These two people are known to Chu Cheng and have a very good relationship with him. They are Lin Qingrou and Nan Fengyun.
Lin Qingrou's face changed as she looked at the separated emperor's body. When she saw the three heads in the middle-aged woman's hand, her expression was full of complexity.
She is a very smart person. When she saw it, she knew why Chu Cheng killed people. But seeing his brother's tragic death, something seemed to be tugging at his heart.
Nan Fengyun, who was standing behind, looked at Chu Cheng, feeling inexplicably sour in her heart. She bit her red lips and just watched quietly.
Chu Cheng remained silent, his eyes staying on these two women.
Life is nothing but the grace of joining hands with an acquaintance and the love of a beauty.
One is his benefactor and the other is his confidante. And what he faced was a blood feud in which his whole family was wiped out.
The word love has always been mottled. How to choose between hatred and friendship.
