Chapter 245: Chapter 94: The People of this World Won’t Agree! (Extra update! Please subscribe)_7
 

“How dare they?”

If Emperor Zhou of the Great Zhou discovered this scene, even if Cheng Zhihai wasn’t headed for certain death, he’d probably at least lose a layer of skin, right?

Could it be that Cheng Zhihai, out of desperation to find my whereabouts, is thinking of rebelling?

One absurd thought after another rose in the heart of the King of South Ming.

A moment later, he shook his head and chuckled, “It can’t possibly be that they’ve realized my plans in advance, can it?”

“After all, Emperor Zhou is already dead.”

Thinking this, the King of South Ming didn’t really care.

Even if his own officials weren’t very useful, it didn’t matter.

After all, with his strength alone, he could suppress the whole scene.

Only the Prime Minister and the ministers whose cultivation had reached the Ninth Grade were capable of causing him a headache.

However, these were clever people, and with Emperor Zhou now dead, these cunning old foxes, even if they might not agree to his ascension to the throne, once he really declared himself emperor, they would surely bow their heads to him obediently for the sake of their own family interests.

As the King of South Ming thought this, his gaze swept over a few court ministers who were meditating amidst the chaos.

He looked toward the Queen of South Ming beside him, “Your Highness can also take action.”

“Awaken the consciousness of my true self, and you should be able to resolve the commotion here. With Emperor Zhou dead, the Great Zhou has already fallen to half its strength. If these court officials also die, the Great Zhou will be nearly finished.”

“I will go now to kill those royal kinsmen.”

Hearing the words of the King of South Ming, the Queen of South Ming, with her cold and noble visage, gave him a glance but did not respond, simply shifting her gaze away in silence.

The King of South Ming felt a strange sensation, but he didn’t think too much about it. As for this incarnation of the Demon Emperor, he didn’t dare to have too many thoughts about her, not even daring to look at her too much on a regular basis.

He slowly raised his hand, and the Power of the Primordial Spirit surged within him, preparing to exhibit the Divine Power of the Spirit Dao, to summon the divine likeness and wipe out the royal relatives who isolated him on the spot.

It was at this moment.

All of a sudden, he felt a sharp pain, a cold sensation at his waist.

His body halted, and he dumbly turned his head to look at the Queen of South Ming.

He glanced at the Queen of South Ming’s cold face.

Then he looked down at her jade hand stabbing into his flank.

The sharp blade pierced into his flesh, and even for the King of South Ming, the pain furrowed his brows slightly at this moment.

More than pain, what he felt was incomprehension.

“What are you doing?”

The Queen of South Ming did not speak, but silently stabbed him again.

“Wait a minute.”

“What?” The King of South Ming ultimately didn’t dare to lose his temper at this prestigious Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor had an unpredictable nature, and a stab in the side was still considered mild-

the King of South Ming really feared that the Demon Emperor might, on a whim, decapitate him.

Although he didn’t quite understand the Queen’s thoughts at the moment, the King of South Ming still patiently asked again, “Wait for what?”

“We’ve already won the situation here.”

“The White Tiger Devil Emperor has already killed Emperor Zhou.”

“The Great Zhou is now in our hands.”

The Queen of South Ming’s expression remained unchanged, her beautiful visage still cold, but from the slight lift of her lips, it seemed her frigid demeanor was about to falter.

The Queen of South Ming sighed inwardly, blaming a certain nemesis in her heart again.

What Queen’s stockings.

So bizarre.

Even though I’m just an incarnation of the Demon Emperor, I’m still technically one-thousandth of the Demon Emperor, right? To change my demeanor like this, I will probably never have the chance to merge back into the main body.

The Queen of South Ming inwardly jabbed needles into an effigy of the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, yet her expression remained as cold as ever, glancing toward the location of the Divine Palace, and said:

“Don’t rush, Emperor Zhou isn’t dead yet.”

“But, someone… well… a devil is about to die.”

“Huh?”

The King of South Ming frowned slightly, not quite understanding the meaning of the Queen of South Ming.

What does she mean by Emperor Zhou is not dead yet?

He could clearly sense that Emperor Zhou’s presence had utterly vanished.

And what does it mean that a devil is about to die?

Could it be that the White Tiger Devil Emperor is about to die? Or what?

The King of South Ming only felt that the Queen of South Ming was somewhat nonsensical at this moment.

Just then, suddenly, a dazzling brilliance burst forth from within the Divine Palace.

Blue, yellow, red, white, and black lights were separated in the void, forming fan-like wheels, sweeping across the sky as if creating a space out of this world.

In that space, a most exquisite display of the five elements’ cycle of generation and destruction unfolded, an unstoppable force in this world, and mournful howls spread from within.

It was as if some great devil was being tormented within it.

All at once, the sounds abruptly stopped.

The sky, which had still held a tinge of blood, suddenly changed color.

The invisible spatial barrier shattered with a loud boom.

In the world between heaven and earth, a white tiger wept blood, and a thousand thunderous flames surged forth with a deep, rumbling roar, pouring down. Yet both the bloodied white tiger and its roar were filled with anguish.

An omen of heaven and earth, the Devil Emperor had fallen.

A Devil Emperor had died!

All who witnessed this scene felt a slight shock in their hearts.

The White Tiger Devil Emperor that had just launched a sneak attack on Emperor Zhou had died!

How did he die!?

Who killed him!?

Emperor Zhou!!??

Shock rippled through everyone’s hearts.

There was silence between heaven and earth, the air seemed to have frozen.

As the omen of the Devil Emperor’s fall appeared, a profound chill had already spread to every corner of King of South Ming’s body.

Under his gaze, two figures emerged slowly in the void.

One of them.

Was Cheng Zhihai.

The other one.

Was Emperor Zhou…

Wu Shang.

Looking at the pair, their robes stained with blood, they bore smiles on their faces.

And that blood on their robes…

Still carried the faint scent of the White Tiger Devil Emperor…

It was…

Blood of the White Tiger Devil Emperor…

Was the White Tiger Devil Emperor killed by these two men?

How could this be?

King of South Ming felt as if he were stricken by thunder, momentarily unable to comprehend the situation before him.

First, there was the unusual action of the Bureau of the Lamp, as if they had anticipated this and had prepared in advance.

Then there was the abnormality of the Queen of South Ming quietly stabbing him twice.

After that, came the current scene.

Emperor Zhou had not died.

Instead, the White Tiger Devil Emperor was dead.

Who was behind this?

Who betrayed me!?

King of South Ming felt as if all sounds had vanished from around him at that moment.

He only felt as if his body had lost its gravity, falling bit by bit into an abyss.

When he turned his head to look at the Queen of South Ming again.

He saw that the cold and dignified expression on the Queen of South Ming’s face, upon seeing the figure behind him, couldn’t be maintained any longer.

A slight pout of a spoiled young lady, full of grievances, appeared on her face.

“You don’t know how tiring it is to act.”

King of South Ming’s worldview was almost shattered!

This damn!

You’re a Demon Emperor, not an Oiran!!

And now acting!

So that high and cold demeanor of yours just now wasn’t real!?

The royal etiquette that King of South Ming always held could no longer be maintained, and he silently turned to the person beside him.

He found that the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir, as mentioned in legends, was watching him with a smile.

“Old Man, did you enjoy stabbing me?” the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir said with a laugh.

“Today, let me give you a taste of being stabbed in the back.”

As soon as the words were spoken.

Just as the King of South Ming was about to say something, a sudden icy sting came from his waist.

The words he was about to say choked in his throat.

He silently looked at the Town-Nation Duke’s Heir before him.

And fell silent.