430: Chapter 430 Take my brother's advice, let's not be emperors anymore.

Having said that, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan bypassed New Emperor Jiang Hantian and tried to slip away.

No matter how foolish New Emperor Jiang Hantian was, he could see that something was wrong now.

He grabbed Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's thigh in a death grip, refusing to let go. With a face full of distress and confusion, he wailed, his voice choked with tears:

"Imperial Preceptor! Why is this happening! You are a peak Tier 6 Supernatural Ability user; if you leave, what will I do! What will become of the Great Zhou empire!"

With his thigh being held, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan found it impossible to take a single step.

He anxiously glanced back, his scalp tingling as he felt that terrifying pressure in the air drawing closer—a presence that made even his soul tremble.

At the thought of that terrifying and brutal figure, the "kind personality" within Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's heart actually had a rare awakening.

He sighed, squatted down, and patted New Emperor Jiang Hantian on the shoulder, unable to stop himself from offering some well-intentioned advice:

"Hantian, let your big brother tell you some heartfelt truth today."

"That man in black your sister invited is a truly ruthless character! Forget about the pathetic rabble under your command; even your brother here would only be beaten like a dog if I went up against him!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan lowered his voice and urged him earnestly, "While that guy hasn't found us yet, let go immediately!"

"Listen to my advice and run! Run as far as you can. Spend the next few years living under an assumed name as a beggar; perhaps you might just keep your life!"

Looking at New Emperor Jiang Hantian's expression—still unwilling to give up and even somewhat incredulous—Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan felt as if he were looking at his own foolish self from back then.

At that time, he had just heard the name "Jiang You" amidst the ruins of the Blue Star.

Back then, he had worn that same expression.

Dismissive and unconcerned, believing the other party was merely a bluffing young brat. He had thought that with his own formidable strength and puppets, how could he possibly lose?

But when he actually faced Jiang You, watching with his own eyes as that man expressionlessly tore through space, snapped the neck of his strongest combatant, and looked down at him with those cold, indifferent eyes...

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's eyes had become completely clear.

Before this cold devil, all his schemes and arrogance were nothing but a complete joke.

Thinking of those unbearable memories of being beaten, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan shuddered.

He took a deep breath, violently grabbed New Emperor Jiang Hantian by the collar, and hauled him up from the ground, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and anger at his refusal to learn.

He gritted his teeth and delivered the final verdict to this new emperor of the Great Zhou, enunciating every word:

"Hantian, let me put it to you this way."

"If I had known earlier that this god of slaughter was on your fourth sister's side..."

A flash of ruthlessness and lingering fear crossed Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's eyes, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Back when you came running to me, telling me you wanted to deal with your father and frame your fourth sister..."

"I would have twisted your head off the moment you finished speaking! Then, I would have packed it in a beautiful gift box and sent it via urgent courier to that man to claim credit!"

"Do you understand?!"

These cruel, blunt truths struck New Emperor Jiang Hantian like a ten-thousand-ton hammer, smashing squarely into his skull.

This emperor of the Great Zhou knelt stiffly on the steps, his Brain crashing completely in an instant.

"Give up? Run away?"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian slumped onto the cold stone floor, his eyes staring hollowly at the chaos strewn about.

A hoarse, wheezing sound, like a broken bellows, escaped his throat. A madness born of being backed into a corner surged through his veins, rushing straight to his head.

Why?!

He had endured for so many years, played the part of the filial son for so many years, and even risked the condemnation of the entire world to personally bring poison to his father's bedside!

He had only just sat on this dragon chair for a few days!

He hadn't even managed to warm up the cushion on that dragon chair!

And now, just because of some man in black who appeared out of nowhere, just because of some mad dog he hadn't even met, he was expected to give up this vast empire and go live as a stinking beggar under an assumed name?

"I'm not leaving! I won't leave even if I die!"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot and ferocious. Like a gambler who had lost his mind, he stared fixedly at Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, who had already turned to slip away.

"Imperial Preceptor! You cannot just abandon me like this!"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian scrambled forward, grabbed Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan by the sleeve, and shouted urgently:

"Things are different now! Think about it carefully!"

"You currently hold three top-tier puppets with Tier 6 combat strength! That Xue Yin, plus two commanders of the Longwu Secret Guards—that's three Grandmaster-level combatants!"

"Plus your own peak Tier 6 cultivation, we have four Tier 6 powerhouses on our side!"

New Emperor Jiang Hantian swallowed hard, frantically trying to sell Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan on the idea in an attempt to rekindle the Imperial Preceptor's fighting spirit:

"No matter how strong they are, at most there are only two of them! And they're just two young juniors!"

"As the saying goes, two fists can't fight four hands, and even a hero is no match for a crowd! It's four against two, how could we possibly lose? We have the absolute advantage!"

Hearing this desperate analysis.

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan, who had been preparing to make a run for it, suddenly paused.

He turned his head and looked quietly at New Emperor Jiang Hantian, who was spitting as he spoke, with an expression that suggested he was looking at an absolute moron.

A slow, mocking, insincere smirk spread across his fat, fleshy face.

"Oh, right, right, right."

"Four against two, a surefire victory, the odds are heavily in our favor."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan nodded as if he were being serious, even reaching out to pat New Emperor Jiang Hantian on the shoulder, and said with a sarcastic smile:

"Thank you for the reminder. Your words have truly made this Imperial Preceptor wake up from a dream and see the light."

New Emperor Jiang Hantian was overjoyed, thinking his persuasion had finally worked: "Imperial Preceptor is wise! Let's go set up our formation now and take those two rebels..."

"So."

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan sneered, ruthlessly shattering his delusions:

"To ensure there's absolutely no chance of failure, this Imperial Preceptor has decided that once I go into seclusion outside and gather ten thousand Tier 6 Supernatural Ability user puppets..."

"I will definitely bring those ten thousand puppets back to the capital in grand style to help you avenge this usurpation!"

"You just stay here and guard your dragon chair well. Until we meet again! Farewell!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan violently shook his sleeve, turned around, and bolted out of the main hall!

Four against two, my ass!

When has that mad dog Jiang You ever cared about numbers or basic logic when fighting?

Back on the Blue Star, over a dozen Myth-level Supernatural Ability users ganged up on him, and he still cut through them like they were nothing but lowly mobs. Three lousy, early-to-mid Tier 6 puppets probably wouldn't even be enough to whet that mad dog's appetite!

"Imperial Preceptor! You cannot leave!!!"

Seeing that Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan was truly about to make a run for it, New Emperor Jiang Hantian completely panicked.

He lunged forward like a starving tiger, threw himself onto the ground, and grabbed Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's legs in a death grip.

His posture was more affectionate than if he'd seen his own father, and his tears and snot instantly smeared across Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan's pant leg.

"Are you fucking sick?!"

Imperial Preceptor Wen Wangshan stumbled from this sudden "leg-hugging" and nearly fell flat on his face.

He looked down at the Great Zhou emperor shamelessly clinging to his leg, and the killing intent in his heart could finally no longer be suppressed.

The shadow of being hunted down by Jiang You back on the Blue Star, combined with the fury of having his escape delayed by this idiot, caused this "Great Zhou Imperial Preceptor's" patience to hit zero.

"If you want to die, go die on your own! Don't you fucking drag me down with you!"