419: Chapter 419 We can't chase them! What if we're ambushed?

Jiang Luohai bit the tip of his tongue, using the excruciating pain to force himself to calm down.

"Old man, now it's your turn."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan twisted his neck, his eyes playful. "Are you planning to twist your own head off, or should I do it myself?"

"In your dreams!"

Jiang Luohai let out a roar of defiance.

He no longer held anything back, directly unleashing all his power!

His withered body became grey at a speed visible to the naked eye, but in exchange, a terrifying cyan gale erupted around him!

"Thousand Willow Wind Body, Wind God's Fall!"

"BOOM—!"

The violent hurricane tore apart all the surrounding walls, and the entire Imperial Study was razed to the ground in that moment.

Jiang Luohai transformed into a streak of extreme cyan light that the naked eye could not capture, and even space itself was sliced into black fissures by this extreme speed.

He did not attack Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, but instead, under the cover of the storm, he shot into the sky like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeing madly outside the palace!

"Trying to run?"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's face sank, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He kicked off the ground, preparing to turn into demonic mist and pursue.

But just at the moment his right foot lifted, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's movement stopped abruptly in mid-air.

He seemed to suddenly recall something terrifying, his neck shrank, and he subconsciously turned his head, his eyes vigilantly scanning the pitch-black night sky all around him.

"No... can't chase."

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped onto Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's forehead.

He raised his hand and touched his fleshy left cheek.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel again the searing, excruciating pain of that devil in the black trench coat slapping him across the face.

"Jiang You, that mad dog, might be squatting on some tree outside the palace right now, just waiting for me to go out!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's Adam's apple bobbed, his heart pounding wildly.

That old thing specialized in wind-type movement techniques; his speed was ridiculously fast.

If he rashly chased out and left this heavily guarded palace, what if he was ambushed by Jiang You on the way?

That mad dog had even torn through space to follow him to this world just to kill him; if he were caught alone, he wouldn't even have ashes left!

"Forget it."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan took a deep breath and forcibly retracted his lifted foot.

He brushed the dust off his leather jacket and comforted himself: "It's just an old bone on the verge of death that ran away; he can't stir up any trouble."

"I finally found a comfortable place in this ancient world with no surveillance and no constraints, and I haven't even properly enjoyed the taste of being a local emperor yet; it's not worth risking my life for an old man."

Staying low is the way to go.

Having figured this out, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan completely dismissed the idea of pursuit.

He turned around and, amidst the ruins of bricks and tiles, locked his gaze on the yellow-robed figure curled up in the corner, holding his head and trembling.

The new emperor of Great Zhou, New Emperor Jiang Hantian.

He was currently like a frightened quail, with a large wet patch in his crotch, emitting an unpleasant smell of urine.

Hearing footsteps approaching, New Emperor Jiang Hantian shivered violently, scrambling backward, pleading incoherently:

"Don't kill me... Imperial Preceptor, don't kill me! I'll give you the keys to Great Zhou's treasury, I'll give you whatever you want!"

Looking at this spineless new emperor who had been scared out of his wits, a flash of deep disdain crossed Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's eyes, but he did not kill him.

He reached out with his thick right hand, grabbed New Emperor Jiang Hantian by the back of his dragon robe, and hauled this supreme ruler of Great Zhou up from the ground like a chick.

"Stand straight, don't shake!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan reached out and slapped New Emperor Jiang Hantian's pale, dust-covered face twice, the sound sharp and clear.

He looked into New Emperor Jiang Hantian's terrified eyes, his mouth slowly curling into a cruel yet satisfied smile:

"Get up, no need to be afraid."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan leaned into New Emperor Jiang Hantian's ear, his voice low, carrying a demonic seduction:

"That old thing has already run for his life. In this Great Zhou palace, no one will ever be able to boss you around again."

He patted New Emperor Jiang Hantian's shoulder hard and pushed him toward the dragon throne, which, although damaged, still symbolized supreme power:

"As long as I, the Imperial Preceptor, am standing here, you will forever be the undisputed emperor of Great Zhou!"

"Alright, wipe your tears and continue being your emperor."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan turned around, looked at the palace outside, and slowly spread his arms as if embracing the entire world.

His voice echoed in the ruins, filled with unparalleled arrogance:

"Remember your status."

"In this vast land of Great Zhou, you are the absolute emperor who is above everyone else!"

...

Cold. Piercing chill crept in through the cracks in the stone wall, like tiny needles of ice piercing into The Fourth Princess's dry, cracked meridians.

"Hiss..."

The Fourth Princess's eyelashes trembled violently, and amidst a tearing, excruciating pain, she slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was not the familiar carved bed of the Princesss Mansion, but a dim, rough stone dome.

The air was filled with a faint smell of damp earth and the smoky scent of burning firewood.

Not far away, a bright orange campfire was crackling, the firelight casting flickering shadows across the not-so-spacious cave.

The Fourth Princess supported herself on the pile of dry grass beneath her and struggled to sit up.

Her Brain was still a bit dazed, and memories flooded back like a tide.

The Emperor's passing, the Crown Prince mobilizing troops, Nanny Zhao's betrayal...

She had squeezed out the last drop of spiritual energy in her body and forcibly unleashed the "Time Scissors", instantly stripping the lifespan of those three peak fifth-tier commanders and turning them into dust.

The bloody scene of over a hundred imperial guards being torn apart the moment the time domain shattered was still etched deeply in her mind.

"I... didn't die?"

The Fourth Princess looked at the hem of her skirt, which, although covered in bloodstains, had clearly been carefully cleaned of mud by someone, and a deep sense of confusion flashed in her clear eyes.

She remembered being completely exhausted and passing out in front of the Princesss Mansion.

In that state, even a random soldier with a knife could have easily chopped off her head to claim the reward.

Who saved her?

Could it be the dead soldiers secretly left behind by her father before he died? Or some old ministers in the imperial court loyal to the orthodox line?

Just as The Fourth Princess was full of doubts and wild guesses,

"Crunch, crunch..."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps stepping on broken branches came from outside the cave!

Every hair on The Fourth Princess's body stood on end instantly.

She was like a frightened little wildcat, suddenly shrinking into the corner of the pile of dry grass.

Her bloodless hands fumbled frantically on the ground, finally grabbing a sharp stone with a keen edge, clutching it tightly to her chest.

She was currently drained of spiritual energy and didn't even have the strength to summon a ripple of time law.

If the person coming in was a pursuing force sent by the new emperor, or those martial arts assassins coming for the bounty, then even if she had to bite her tongue and kill herself today, she would never let them capture her alive!