To protect his wives, his girls, and himself, absolute caution was necessary.
Dugu Bo exhaled in relief. "Three years is fine. No one will suspect me."
Yuan Longxuan shot him a cold look.
Then what nonsense were you spouting earlier about the Heavenly Dou royal family's 'favor'?"
Dugu Bo straightened his back shamelessly.
"Ahem… knowing when to submit is the mark of a wise man."
Yuan Longxuan ignored him.
When the two entered the throne room, the ministers erupted into gossiping whispers.
Even those who previously planned to flee now perked up in curiosity ..... Dugu Bo, who originally prepared to leave, suddenly followed Yuan Longxuan inside with an eager expression.
Not because he was loyal.
No.
He just wanted to watch the show.
After all, Yuan Longxuan had already asked him to prepare poison.
That meant the Emperor wasn't going to drop dead today.
And if the poison's executor was him, then naturally nothing would happen to him.
Dugu Bo smirked internally:
"Heh. Old man's still got it. Truly cunning."
Yuan Longxuan walked ahead, Dugu Bo behind... a scene that stunned every official present.
They whispered among themselves:
"Who is this young man?"
"Is he insane?"
"He dares walk ahead of Poison Douluo?"
"Does he not want to live?!"
From the throne, Emperor Xue Ye slammed his armrest.
"You! You are the one who killed my royal clansmen and crippled a prince of my Heavenly Dou Imperial Family?!"
His voice carried an oppressive authority .....or at least, he thought it did.
Yuan Longxuan simply nodded, face expressionless.
"So?" he asked plainly. "Aren't you kneeling yet? Hurry up and kowtow to pay your respects."
A plush sofa appeared behind him. Yuan Longxuan sat down leisurely, crossing one leg over the other as though he were in his own living room rather than the emperor's court.
Use Dugu Bo ... the weakest Titled Douluo ... to drag him here for "judgment"?
Laughable.
Today, they would see clearly:
Who was judging whom.
"You insolent brat! You are courting death!"
"Your Majesty! Please allow us to execute him immediately!"
"Your Majesty, he dares to disrespect the Holy Majesty — he must be slain!"
Several ministers shouted the loudest ... probably because the ones who died were from their families.
Looking at those who barked the loudest, Yuan Longxuan tilted his head.
"Oh? You want to join those useless worms you're mourning so loudly for?"
He smiled faintly.
"Very well. I'll send you down to meet them."
Hm? One, two, three, four… all of you are in such a hurry to visit your ancestors?
Don't line up. Don't take numbers. I'll send you down right now."
Yuan Longxuan's calm murmur drifted across the grand hall, floating into every minister's ear.
For a moment, the entire court froze.
What… did this barely-grown youth just say?
He wants to send them down?
They had already prepared their mocking retorts, ready to ridicule this arrogant brat.....
But before a single word escaped their mouths....
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
The loud, rhythmic collision of skulls hitting marble echoed across the hall.
Those who had just been shouting the fiercest fell to the ground instantly, each collapsing as if they had simply… fallen asleep.
Even when nearby officials kicked their legs, none responded.
Several braver ministers crouched down and tried to test their breathing.
Every single one of them—
No pulse.
No breath.
Dead.
"Ahhhh!!!! Y-Your Majesty! T-They're… they're dead—!!"
A shrieking eunuch, crawling backwards in terror, finally broke the silence.
But his voice had barely echoed out when—
Swish! Swish! Swish!
More than a dozen rapid figures shot out from the shadows, attacking Yuan Longxuan in a roaring wave.
The strongest among them...a level 87 Soul Douluo....charged at the front, followed closely by a group of high-tier Soul Emperors.
Formidable, terrifying to any normal cultivator.
But to Yuan Longxuan?
Soul Douluo? Soul Emperors?
How different are they from flies?
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A crisp metallic ringing scattered across the hall.
Not because Yuan Longxuan defended.
He didn't even move.
The shimmering divine dragon-scale armor naturally covering his body simply dispersed every attack.
To him, these full-strength strikes felt like someone tapping on his door asking for candy.
Yuan Longxuan's golden pupils shifted...
turning into a breathtaking, divine nine-colored glow.
At that moment, a mighty and ancient aura...Dragon God's Might—washed over the entire hall.
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