475: Politician's Story

Is Prince Yong a powerhouse?

Without a doubt, he is a true powerhouse!

Of course, this is limited to Dongyu Country in the Ashura Realm. He is considered a powerhouse there, and in terms of one-on-one combat, his fighting capability can definitely rank in the top three. Coupled with his command strategy, he can truly be called a renowned general of his generation.

He also possesses considerable self-confidence. Furthermore, the armor he wears is the crystallization of all the technology in Dongyu Country, representing the limit of steam technology. With thirty-two Purple Spirit Crystals embedded in it, its energy can basically be described as inexhaustible.

As an exoskeleton armor, this suit provides him with a bonus of over thirty percent. With this armor, he dares to challenge those in the God King Realm who are an entire major Realm higher than himself, and he can guarantee that he will absolutely not fall into a disadvantage in the short term.

As for the scimitar in his hand, it was the personal blade of the Shura True Lord, the number one warrior of the Ashura Realm when it was unified. Its power is extraordinary, and it is said that it can invoke lightning from the sky to attack. It can be described as the Sharp Weapon that Martial Artists dream of.

With complete equipment and not-weak power, Prince Yong could not imagine how he could possibly be defeated... at the very least, not defeated so quickly!

When he raised his scimitar and launched an attack against Tang Ku with his strongest move, the Moon-Eclipsing Slash, the opponent did not make any move to dodge.

The Moon-Eclipsing Slash takes form by borrowing light, and its attack speed can instantly reach an astonishing Mach 6 or higher. The air emits a wailing sound, and it can almost reach Tang Ku's neck in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, Prince Yong assumed that Tang Ku simply could not react to his speed, which is why he did not move.

However, he soon realized he was wrong!

The opponent was not unable to dodge, but simply disdained to dodge!

Clap!

Tang Ku's left hand had blocked the path of the scimitar at some unknown moment, and then with a pinch of his thumb and forefinger, he actually caught the opponent's blade just like that with ease.

A tremendous force reverberated back, causing Prince Yong's arm to instantly go numb. Immediately after, a violent pain shot through his right arm. By the time he reacted, he discovered his arm had already been twisted into a pretzel shape. It turned out that within those two seconds, Tang Ku had lightly flipped the blade he was holding, and the immense power transmitted along the blade, forcibly twisting his arm until it broke. Then, the scimitar slipped from his hand and plummeted toward the ground. Meanwhile, Tang Ku's right fist was already clenched. Great Wilderness Divine Fist: Heaven Burial, slightly vibrating with forty times the amplitude. Without even using the War God Gauntlets, he simply smashed that punch onto the opponent's chest.

"Boom!"

The shockwave exploded in layers along his armor. The silver-white armor suddenly burst and shattered into pieces, yet it still stubbornly clung to him like a Saint Cloth of a Saint Seiya. However, Tang Ku's fist energy had already transmitted throughout his entire body. Starting from his sternum, all the bones in his body were shattered into dust by the immense power. As his body fell limply toward the ground, the power had already reached his internal organs, displacing all of them and forcing him to vomit blood in large mouthfuls.

Pain was no longer what he felt now; the humiliation of having his pride shattered was the nightmare tormenting him.

"Why is it like this? Why... can I not even withstand a single move?"

Shen Yuhui fell to the feet of the young Emperor. Glancing at the young Emperor from the corner of his eye, he suddenly smiled helplessly. He wanted to reach out to grab the young Emperor's hem, but he was completely unable to lift his arm. He merely twitched his fingers before passing away, breathing his last!

The entire battle process did not even take two seconds. With just a simple punch, he had eliminated this mortal enemy who coveted the throne.

"Is this kind of terrifying strength really only possessed by the recluses on the Mo Wen Plains? No... perhaps even the recluses are not his match. He is simply... too powerful!"

The Emperor looked in shock at the Prince of Dongyu Country lying on the ground, the powerful official who held military power. The shock, the satisfaction, and the incomparable mix of excitement and fear left him almost unable to speak.

Once upon a time, this Prince Yong had been an elder who was extremely kind to him, helping him quell rebellions and resist invasions, establishing countless meritorious services. But later, for some unknown reason, as Prince Yong's power grew, he increasingly disregarded him, the young Emperor.

In the imperial court, as long as he said a word, all the civil and military officials had to echo him. Any government decree could not be implemented unless it passed through his hands. Moreover, he held total control over military and political power, eventually reaching a state where the world only knew of Prince Yong and not the Emperor.

However, one who can be Emperor is, after all, extraordinary. The secret agents under his command reported that Prince Yong had long harbored thoughts of rebellion. As his uncle, he was also a member of the royal family, and in terms of both talent and strength, he was the only candidate for Emperor, far superior to him, his nephew!

To the Emperor, Prince Yong was like a fish bone stuck in his throat; it had to be spit out!

Today, the Emperor heard from secret agents that Prince Yong intended to force him to abdicate through a military coup tonight. This made him very terrified. Later, he heard that a powerhouse from the outside world had appeared, rumored to be a powerhouse from the Buddhist sect. He felt as if he had grasped the last straw of hope and wanted to win him over. Even if he could not be recruited for his own use, there was a chance to muddy the waters so that Prince Yong would not dare to act rashly.

However, he did not expect that the straw of hope he found at the last minute would actually give him such a big surprise!

Prince Yong was actually killed by him with one punch, simply and easily, as casually as drinking tea, chatting, or eating melon seeds!

Such a powerful person, yet he could not even withstand a single punch from the opponent.

What kind of terrifying strength is this!

The Emperor had already made up his mind: absolutely, absolutely do not provoke this terrifying enemy!

The Old Prime Minister walked up to Prince Yong's corpse and gently touched his body with the tip of his shoe, then confirmed: "Your Majesty, Prince Yong... he is really dead!"

The Emperor silently looked at the sky, and Tang Ku was also looking down at him expressionlessly, those clear eyes seemingly able to see through the human heart.

"Prime Minister, Prince Yong is my own uncle. Am I being too excessive in hating him so much?"

The Emperor suddenly sighed and smiled bitterly helplessly.

"Your Majesty, Prince Yong intended to rebel, which is not the way of a subject. His death is retribution, and he brought it upon himself; no one else is to blame!" The Old Prime Minister knew that what His Majesty needed most right now was someone to put his mind at ease, so he spoke thus.

The Emperor could not help but sigh again, then immediately proclaimed loudly: "...Someone come here! Pass down the order: Prince Yong was loyal to the country and worked hard all his life. Later, while pursuing the Peak of the Dao of martial arts, he fought against a God King Realm powerhouse and did not retreat even half a step, ultimately dying. I, embodying the virtues of my ancestors, allow him to be buried in the imperial mausoleum. His son, Shen Yuanting, shall inherit his title, to be passed down through generations, enjoying wealth and honor forever!"