93: From now on, there will be no more Shushan in the world!

The last three words were almost squeezed out one by one, filled with endless Killing Intent and resolve, echoing throughout the Xuanwu Gate.

“Boom!”

A loud bang, not from war drums, but the synchronized rumble of a hundred thousand Chang'an defenders taking a step forward!

The earth trembled, and the city tower swayed.

A hundred thousand cold sabers were instantly drawn, their glint illuminating the sky.

The Killing Intent, forged from weapons and armor, soared into the sky, threatening to tear apart the firmament.

“Execute Li Chengqian!”

“Execute Li Chengqian!”

“Execute Li Chengqian!” The roar, like a mountain and a tsunami, erupted from the chests of a hundred thousand soldiers, converging into a surging torrent that drowned out all other sounds.

Kill Li Chengqian, and with the Crown Prince dead, the rebels will be leaderless and collapse without a fight!

This was the simplest and most effective method.

Li Taixu and the Officials of the Five Surnames and Seven Clans, who had just scrambled to their feet, were so terrified by this overwhelming Killing Intent that their legs turned to jelly.

They looked at Li Shimin in horror, seeing the Emperor standing at the edge of the city tower, hands behind his back, his expression cold and ruthless.

This was the Emperor they wanted!

Decisive in killing, iron-blooded and merciless!

A surge of wild joy welled up in their hearts; Your Majesty was finally no longer hesitant, no longer bound by that ethereal father-son affection.

It was done!

As long as Li Chengqian died, this storm could be completely quelled.

Their Five Surnames and Seven Clans would still be the most noble families of the Great Tang!

Li Taixu trembled with excitement, looking at Li Shimin's back with fervent admiration in his eyes.

Your Majesty is wise!

However, they did not know that Li Shimin's game extended far beyond this.

Even as the shouts shook the heavens, within Chang'an City, in the dark corners unseen by ordinary people, black figures silently appeared at their pre-determined positions.

They were the Bad People.

But no longer the Bad People who obeyed Yuan Tiangang.

The moment Yuan Tiangang handed over his token, this sharpest dark blade of the Great Tang had completely fallen into the Emperor's hands.

Behind the battlements of the city wall, on the rooftops of the markets, within the windows of the pavilions on both sides of Zhuque Avenue... countless pairs of calm, emotionless eyes simultaneously lifted, looking towards the sky above Chang'an.

There, three thousand Shu Mountain Sword Immortals, clad in white robes, stood in the Void Realm.

They rode their swords on the wind, surrounded by Immortal Qi, their expressions arrogant, like deities looking down upon the Mortal world.

They were waiting.

Waiting for Li Chengqian's army to arrive, waiting for a suitable moment to intervene in this change of imperial power.

But they did not know that in this Mortal city beneath their feet, a death trap specifically woven for them had already silently opened.

A Bad Person knelt on the cold tiles, his figure blending with the darkness.

In his hands, he held a strangely shaped crossbow.

The crossbow's body was made entirely of an unknown black metal, engraved with complex and ancient runes, shimmering with a chilling, eerie glow in the dim light.

This was the Demon-Slaying Crossbow.

Yuan Tiangang had exhausted the essence of Yin and Yang Divination and Mohist mechanisms, spent countless Heaven And Earth Treasures, and specifically created this terrifying killing weapon to counter cultivators.

The arrowhead of each crossbow bolt was steeped in the blood of ancient Vicious Beasts, and the shaft was carved with spell-breaking runes, enough to penetrate the True Qi protecting a Living Immortal.

At this moment, thousands of Demon-Slaying Crossbows had all been loaded, their cold arrowheads piercing through the gaps in the eaves, crossing the battlements of the city wall, silently aiming at the three thousand sacred figures in the sky.

Waiting only for a command.

These Three Thousand Sword Immortals would fall from the clouds in an instant.

Li Shimin's gaze slowly retracted from outside the city, inadvertently glancing at the sky.

His eyes were cold and indifferent.

Shu Mountain?

Do you not pride yourselves on being extraordinary and aloof, viewing Mortal Emperors as ants?

Today, I shall let you high and mighty Immortals taste the feeling of being slaughtered by Mortals!

I will both execute the rebellious son and flatten Shu Mountain!

This was Li Shimin's true trump card!

A grand gamble, and he intended to win everything!

In his view, this war was already over.

Before Li Chengqian's so-called million-strong army could reach Chang'an City, his head would be brought before him.

And those three thousand self-righteous Sword Immortals would become the first sacrifices under the Demon-Slaying Crossbows of the Great Tang's Bad People.

From now on, there would be no more Shu Mountain in the world!