202: Chapter 202 Blocking the Imperial Palace? Qing Yan Wants to Self-Destruct

Once the inner city gates were breached, the last shred of courage in Black Wind Valley shattered.

The million-strong Vanguard Army surged into the main street like a tidal wave.

Shield Warriors led the way, Dragon Race heavy infantry held the center, while Archers and Mages advanced along the rooftops on both sides.

On both sides of the street, rebel soldiers were kneeling and surrendering everywhere.

"Don't kill me! I surrender!"

"Qing Yan forced us!"

"The palace is up ahead! Qing Yan is inside!"

Fearing they might be a step too slow, some rebels shouted out all the routes they knew.

"There's an ambush in the alley on the left!"

"There are ballistas on the tall buildings to the right!"

"The last batch of Black Dragon personal guards is outside the palace!"

The players' eyes lit up as they listened.

"Lead the way!"

"If you dare lie to us, we'll cut you down immediately!"

"Don't worry, we only cut those holding blades, not those kneeling!"

Boom!

A dark ballista ahead had just begun to turn when it was smashed to pieces by a volley of fireballs from the Mage Corps.

Several death soldiers on the rooftops tried to launch a sneak attack, but they were taken down one by one from behind by an assassin squad.

The Dragon Race Silver Dragon Guard swept past at low altitude. As their Dragon Might washed over them, the last few dozen rebels at the intersection felt their legs go weak and they knelt down.

The army advanced too quickly.

Qing Yan's so-called last stand in the inner city never even stood a chance.

In less than an hour, the Vanguard Army had fought its way to the palace gates.

The Black Wind Valley palace was not large, but it was extremely gloomy.

Traces of burns from Dark Dragon Flame still remained on the palace walls built of black stone.

The palace gates were tightly shut.

Only a few hundred Black Dragon personal guards remained before the gates.

These people were Qing Yan's last trusted confidants.

But at this moment, their faces turned pale as they looked at the massive army swarming outside.

"How... how can we block this?"

"The outer city is gone, and the inner city gates are broken..."

"Where is the Elder? Why hasn't the Elder come out yet?"

In the next second, the palace gates swung open with a bang.

Qing Yan walked out.

He was clad in tattered black armor, blood stained the corner of his mouth, and the gap from the tooth he had lost to the previous reflection was still seeping blood.

However, his eyes were even more crazed than before.

He looked like a trapped beast with absolutely no way out.

Ao Ningshuang held her dragon blood sword, her silver eyes cold to the extreme.

"Qing Yan."

"You have nowhere left to run."

Qing Yan looked up, surveying the densely packed players, Dragon Race elites, and the Human Empire army outside the gate, before finally looking at Lin Zhe standing at the very front.

His facial muscles twitched violently.

"Run?"

"Why should this Elder run?"

He suddenly began to chuckle lowly.

His laughter was raspy, like the sound of grinding stones.

"Do you really think you've won?"

"Lin Zhe, Ao Ningshuang, you have ruined this Elder's three hundred years of planning."

"Since this Elder cannot live, don't think you'll have it easy either!"

As his voice fell, Qing Yan suddenly threw his arms wide.

Boom!

A surge of Dark Dragon Power, violent to the extreme, exploded from within his body.

At his chest, a black-red dragon core suddenly lit up.

The dragon core was covered in cracks, like a volcano about to erupt.

The surrounding air instantly began to sizzle from the heat.

The black stone on the ground began to melt.

The faces of the few personal guards before the palace gates changed drastically.

"Elder! What are you doing?!"

"A dragon core self-destruction?!"

"He's crazy! The Elder has gone mad!"

The few hundred Black Dragon personal guards no longer cared about loyalty and turned to flee.

Some dove into the side alleys.

Others simply knelt on the ground, clutching their heads and begging for mercy.

"Don't blow me up!"

"I surrender! I surrender!"

The player camp also fell into immediate commotion.

"Holy crap, self-destruction?"

"This old geezer wants to take us all down with him!"

"Backline, retreat! Priests, cast shields!"

Ao Ningshuang's silver eyes turned cold, and she instantly raised her dragon blood sword.

But Lin Zhe merely stood there with a calm expression.

Seeing this, Qing Yan laughed even more maniacally.

"Still putting on an act?"

"This Elder's dragon core self-destruction is enough to level the entire palace!"

"Even if I can't kill you, I'll drag these Outworlders and the Dragon Race down to the grave with me!"

The dragon core in his chest grew brighter and brighter.

Black-red light erupted from the cracks.

Violent Dragon Power was being compressed frantically.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The dragon core was about to explode.

With a face full of ferocity, Qing Yan roared, "Let's die together!"

BOOM—!!!

The terrifying Dark Dragon Power completely exploded.

But just as the explosion expanded to within ten meters of Lin Zhe, the pale gold Rule Shield automatically lit up.

Buzz!

The explosive force that was enough to shred the palace gates and overturn the plaza hit an invisible heavenly wall.

In the next instant.

The runes of the Rule Shield vibrated.

The entire explosion was reflected back exactly the way it came!

It wasn't weakened.

It wasn't neutralized.

It was a complete reversal!

The black-red wave of fire abruptly turned around and slammed back into Qing Yan himself.

The ferocious grin on Qing Yan's face instantly froze.

"No—"

BOOM!!!

The explosion completely swallowed him.

His black armor shattered on the spot, and the dragon core in his chest was hit head-on by the reflected power.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out.

The dragon core split open.

Then came a second sound, and a third.

Crack, crack, crack!

The entire dragon core was completely destroyed.

Qing Yan was sent flying back like a tattered sack, smashing through a palace pillar before crashing onto the black stone steps.

Thud!

He vomited dragon blood violently, and the Dark Dragon Power in his body leaked out frantically like a punctured balloon.

His originally massive aura plummeted level by level.

The Legendary-grade pressure was gone.

The prestige of the Black Dragon Elder was gone.

In the end, all that remained was a crippled body too heavily injured to even move.

The entire field fell silent for a moment.

Then, the player camp simply exploded with noise.

"Hahahaha! Reflected again!"

"Self-destructing and hitting himself, Qing Yan is a real talent!"

"The dragon core is ruined! He's finished!"

"This old geezer put on a show for so long, only to blow himself into a dying dog!"

The world channel was instantly flooded with messages.

"Qing Yan: Let's die together! Rule Shield: Die by yourself."

"Reverse self-destruction, a timeless classic!"

"Big boss Lin Zhe didn't even lift a finger!"

Killing intent swirled in Ao Ningshuang's eyes as she said coldly, "Take him."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A dozen Silver Dragon Guard instantly rushed forward.

Qing Yan still wanted to struggle, but as soon as he lifted a finger, his ruined dragon core spat out another mouthful of black blood.

"Pfft—"

He collapsed on the ground, unable to even unfurl his dragon wings.

The Silver Dragon Guard showed no mercy, directly using Dragon-Locking Chains to pierce through his shoulder bones, wrists, and ankles.

Clang!

Round after round, they bound him tightly.

Qing Yan's face was covered in blood and filth, his eyes full of venomous hatred, yet he couldn't even manage a full sentence.

"Lin... Zhe..."

Thud!

Chi Lie stepped on his back and sneered, "Shut up."

Several Silver Dragon Guard pulled the chains, dragging Qing Yan out of the rubble by force.

They dragged him all the way before Lin Zhe.

Like dragging a dead dog.

The former mastermind of the Black Wind Valley rebellion, the traitorous Dragon Race Elder, was now charred all over, his dragon core ruined, his Dragon Power exhausted, able only to lie on the ground spitting blood.

The Black Dragon personal guards who had still been thinking of resisting completely broke down upon seeing this.

"Surrender!"

"We surrender!"

"Qing Yan is finished, don't kill us!"

The sound of weapons hitting the ground echoed.

Clang, clang, clang.

Before the palace gates, the last of the rebels knelt across the ground.

Lin Zhe looked down at Qing Yan on the ground and said flatly,

"Take him away."

"Awaiting further disposal."