408: Chapter 408 The Great Zhou Grand Preceptor's Leather Jacket

Facing the Emperor's towering rage.

The dozens of Imperial Guard Commanders and court officials kneeling in the great hall all pressed their heads tightly against the marble floor tiles.

They were drenched in cold sweat, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, not daring to even take a deep breath.

At this moment, everyone felt utterly miserable.

Who could have imagined that the usually gentle and simple The Fourth Princess, who only knew how to tend to flowers and plants, would unleash such terrifying and unreasonable combat power when faced with an existential crisis?

The armored Imperial Guard Commander was trembling with fear, cold sweat dripping from his forehead and hitting the golden bricks with a "pitter-patter" sound.

He swallowed hard, bit the bullet, kowtowed, and said with a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! It is not that we are not risking our lives; it is simply that... The Fourth Princess's Innate Divine Ability is too overbearing!"

The commander raised his head, his face full of lingering fear: "Once that jade-colored pair of scissors of hers appears, even the surrounding time freezes."

"Yesterday, the two fifth-stage peak experts, Venerable Li and Venerable Zhao, joined forces to charge into the backyard. But the moment they appeared, before they could even unleash their divine abilities, they had their necks severed by a single snip!"

"Now, the brothers below have all been terrified out of their wits; no one dares to step forward and throw their lives away!"

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

"If you haven't breached the gates of The Princesss Mansion by sunset today, I will have your heads chopped off and hung on the city walls for all to see!"

The new Great Zhou Emperor roared hysterically and angrily flicked his dragon robe sleeves.

The civil and military officials in the hall felt as if they had been granted amnesty; they scrambled to back out of the hall, terrified that if they were a step too slow, this newly ascended tyrant would have them dragged out and executed on the spot.

Looking at the empty, deathly silent Golden Dragon Hall.

The new Great Zhou Emperor tugged at his dragon robe with some irritation.

His chest heaved violently, and a trace of undetectable panic and anxiety flashed in his eyes.

He knew that his ascension to the throne was illegitimate.

As the rebellious son who personally administered the poison, he knew better than anyone what treasonous secrets were hidden behind the former emperor's sudden death.

And The Princesss Mansion was the only faction in the Great Zhou that did not submit to his rule and held the truth about the former emperor's sudden death.

If he didn't completely eliminate that damned sister as soon as possible, he would never be able to sit securely on this dragon throne!

Thinking of this, the new Great Zhou Emperor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in his heart.

He did not summon any attendants but lowered his head and hurried out of the Golden Dragon Hall.

Avoiding the Imperial Guard patrols on the main palace roads, he took a secluded and dark alleyway along the palace walls, hurried along, passed through the dense Imperial Garden, and arrived at a very remote corner in the deepest part of the palace.

Here stood a recently built small palace.

Although the exterior of the palace followed the antique style of the Great Zhou, if one looked closely, one would find that the orientation of its foundation, the lighting of the windows, and even the arrangement of certain beams revealed a strangeness completely inconsistent with this world, as well as faint traces of modern architecture.

Even the palace's defense was completely void.

Within ten meters of the perimeter, Imperial Guards were implicitly forbidden from stepping any closer.

The new Great Zhou Emperor arrived at the palace gate, took a deep breath, and raised his hands.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He could no longer care about the dignity and decorum of an emperor; he pounded on the heavy palace gate and shouted loudly in an urgent voice bordering on pleading:

"Imperial Preceptor! Imperial Preceptor! Are you resting?"

"Imperial Preceptor, can you not take action personally just this once?!"

The new Great Zhou Emperor hurriedly complained loudly through the crack in the door, his voice becoming somewhat sharp due to anxiety:

"My sister, the Innate Divine Ability in her hand is truly too powerful! Even our two Great Zhou fifth-stage Great Perfection royal venerables couldn't defend against a single snip of her scissors; they went up and immediately had their necks severed!"

"The Imperial Guards have suffered heavy casualties, and that bitch is holding onto The Princesss Mansion, putting up a desperate resistance. If this drags on, my... my position will be in danger!"

"Imperial Preceptor, I beg you to take action yourself and help me eliminate that bitch!"

Amidst the new Great Zhou Emperor's rapid-fire pleading and complaining, which sounded like a common shrew,

"Creak—"

Accompanied by the heavy groan of the wooden door,

The tightly closed palace gate was finally slowly pulled open from the inside, leaving a crack.

Immediately after, a figure that seemed completely out of place in this ancient and solemn imperial palace stepped out impatiently.

It was a slightly chubby middle-aged man with a dark face, flesh hanging from his cheeks, and a neat, short haircut.

The most bizarre thing was that he was not wearing the ethereal Taoist robes of the Great Zhou court at all.

Instead, he was wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket, extremely common in the modern era, with a shiny, reflective surface and even several metal rivets!

His pants were tactical trousers covered with a bit of dust.

However, when this "Imperial Preceptor" raised his right hand in irritation to rub his throbbing temples,

The wide sleeve of his leather jacket slid down, revealing a top-tier luxury wristwatch on his wrist!

This person was the most mysterious existence in the current Great Zhou royal family.

The Great Zhou Imperial Preceptor, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, who was below one person but above ten thousand!

He frowned, reached out, and scratched his crew cut vigorously, interrupting the new Great Zhou Emperor's request with an irritable tone:

"Shut up! Stop howling outside my door!"

"I already told you clearly: helping you poison that old emperor and helping you ascend the throne was the entire content of our deal! I'm only helping you this one time!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan looked left and right, his expression revealing a neurotic sense of vigilance:

"I cannot show my face now! There is a lunatic in this Great Zhou territory who is hunting me down like a madman!"

"Before that lunatic leaves this dungeon world, I will absolutely not step one foot outside this palace!"

"Imperial Preceptor..."

Hearing these words, which he had heard several times but still found incredibly absurd,

The new Great Zhou Emperor was stunned.

He opened his mouth, his face filled with confusion and absurdity.

"Imperial Preceptor, what kind of joke are you making?"

"If I hadn't seen your methods with my own eyes, I might have believed this statement of yours."

"But you are a genuine sixth-stage peak Divine Ability user!"

"Not only is your cultivation heaven-defying, but you also hold an earth-shattering Innate Divine Ability in your hands!"

"Looking across the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, those who can compete with you can be counted on one hand!"

The new emperor felt more and more outrageous as he spoke, spread his hands, and asked rhetorically:

"In this world, you are a living terrestrial immortal! What kind of person has the ability to hunt you down? Could it be that a legendary seventh-stage Divine Ability user has been resurrected?!"

Hearing this questioning from the new emperor,

The flesh on Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's face twitched violently twice.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the scene of the last time he fought that man.

...

Well, even thinking about it now, his face still felt like it was hurting.

If he hadn't burned his origin at the end and forcibly torn open a space-time rift to escape into this dungeon world, his ashes would have already been scattered by the other party!

Humiliation, frustration, and a fear that seeped into his bones made Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's eyes instantly bloodshot.

"You don't know jack shit!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan grabbed the new Great Zhou Emperor by his dragon robe collar, pulled him in front of himself, and let out a roar like someone who had completely lost it:

"That guy is not human at all!"

"He is a fucking mad dog that won't let go once it bites you!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan pushed the new Great Zhou Emperor away, paced back and forth on the steps irritably, held his head in his hands, and his mentality completely collapsed:

"I don't fucking understand it either!"

"How in the hell can a fifth-stage peak master like him beat a sixth-stage peak grandmaster like me around like a dog?"