What are puppets like?
Marionette.
They have absolutely no control over anything about themselves.
One's status depends entirely on the mood of the person behind the scenes.
As the emperor of the Sun Moon Empire, he knew many dark things.
As a father, the thought that his beloved daughter might end up like this filled the Old Emperor with excruciating pain. He wanted to eliminate even the slightest possibility of it.
Should we seize this golden opportunity to kill True Hongchen?
But he didn't know why those Ninth-Level Soul Engineers outside had submitted to this True Hongchen. With Master Kong present, at this distance, the aftershocks could be blocked.
If that's the case, even if True Hongchen is killed in the best-case scenario, his daughter will likely still have to bear the wrath of those people.
Anyway, everything is already set in stone.
It would be better to grant the other party's request and in return, to secure some preferential treatment for his children.
The old emperor looked at An Zhen.
"I don't know where you come from or what your relationship is with Jing Hongchen, but I bet you're not a heartless and ruthless person."
"You do have some good taste." An Zhen nodded gently.
An Zhen believes he cannot sacrifice his life for others, but he is never stingy with those around him. Spirit Bone, Immortal Herb — An Zhen does his best to provide these treasures that are beneficial to his loved ones and family. Ice Dragon King. Spirit Bone is incredibly precious, but he gave it to Huo Yutong, who brought him good fortune, without hesitation. Even in such improper ways, he never forced them, at most he would "gently coax" them.
"It seems I made the right bet." The Old Emperor wondered why the other party had admitted it so readily, but this was exactly the result he wanted.
"Puppets can be replaced at will as long as certain conditions are met, but even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, and there is always some affection between them." The Old Emperor sighed. "I do not expect Tianzhen to truly control the Sun Moon Empire, I only hope that she can live a better life in the future and that a smile can appear on her face again."
The old emperor recalled the appearance of his daughter that he had just seen.
She stood there quietly, so sensible, so heartbreaking to see.
His lively and cheerful daughter, why did she turn out like this?
The Old Emperor's voice weakened slightly.
These were some of the last things he could do.
"You can see this as a threat, or you can see it as a father's plea."
An Zhen remained silent.
The black-haired boy sat up straight, raised his hand, and the next second, a massive, towering wave, like the rising of an endless ocean, a mental force infinitely close to "god," surged out, unleashing the power of the dead that made living beings instinctively feel fear and discomfort.
"Click—"
The various devices inside the hall emitted a series of mournful cries.
Even the slightest aftershocks have exceeded their limits.
The Old Emperor's soul was directly stunned by this power.
When he came to his senses, his cloudy eyes were surprised to find that the level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon shells around him had long since disappeared.
That deathly silence just now...
The old emperor suddenly felt a great sense of foreboding.
It seems he did two very wrong things.
First, they didn't use the Sun and Moon Scepter in a final struggle. Second, they had just angered the other side.
"I don't like being threatened."
An Zhen's icy voice echoed in the hall.
The next sentence, however, takes a sudden turn: "However, I am somewhat interested in that girl, Xu Tianzhen."
A little.
However, this only applies to Xu Tianzhen. Others, such as Xu Tianran, the former Crown Prince, will, considering his relationship with the Evil Soul Master, serve in arduous and demanding roles, atoning for his sins and contributing to the Sun Moon Empire for the rest of his life. Killing him would be a waste. Out of humanitarian concern, An Zhen could order a prosthetic limb for him, allowing Xu Tianran to fulfill more of his role and be suited for more diverse tasks.
Punishment is essential for criminals. But An Zhen also believes that their value should be fully exploited—no, made to maximize their potential—by assigning them different positions based on the severity of their past mistakes.
Don't worry about working yourself to death before you've paid for all your sins.
Because there exists a supernatural being called "the undead".
"Phew~" The Old Emperor breathed a sigh of relief.
That deathly power filled him with immense dread.
But the other party doesn't seem to have the same personality as the Evil Soul Master.
An Zhen stood up and walked downstairs.
"I have a question," the Old Emperor asked, voicing his deepest concern. "Lord Kong has always stood by the Royal Family and the Empire. He knows about my contact with the Evil Soul Master. As for the other Ninth-Level Soul Engineers, I've always treated them well. They've seen everything that's happened in the Empire, and I've placed great constraints on the Evil Soul Master. They couldn't possibly do something like this just because of something like this. How did you manage to get them to betray the Sun Moon Royal Family, and even join your ranks by submitting?"
Logically speaking, such a thing should never happen.
But this matter was laid bare before him.
Let him lose clearly.
An Zhen did not answer the Old Emperor's question, but instead asked, "Are you admitting defeat now?"
"We lost," the Old Emperor said helplessly.
"Then relax and clear your mind."
"What do you want to do?" The Old Emperor was somewhat resistant. He had heard that the Evil Soul Master had the ability to manipulate souls, and those captured by them suffered a fate worse than death.
Although the other party's personality may not be as insane as the Evil Soul Master, that deathly power is very similar to, or even more terrifying than, the Evil Soul Master's power.
"Do I need to threaten you?" An Zhen said calmly.
Old Emperor:...
The old man closed his eyes.
Forget it, the winner takes all, the loser is condemned.
The master-servant contract went very smoothly.
The black-haired youth walked out of the palace, leaving the Old Emperor standing there dumbfounded. A voice echoed in the hall, "Now you know."
An Zhen walked out of the palace.
Several Eight-Ring Soul Instructors had already been pinned to the ground. Several Ninth-Level Soul Engineers stood guard outside the palace, their gazes fixed menacingly on the surrounded, battered Titled Douluo figures in the air.
"Your Highness," a Ninth-Level Soul Engineer explained to An Zhen what had just happened.
Sensing the surging energy within the palace, the loyal warriors of Sun Moon Imperial Palace panicked and tried to rush in to protect the emperor. However, they were immediately stopped by Kong Deming. With overwhelming numbers and power, many were defeated or injured in a brief exchange.
An Zhen sensed the aura emanating from these guys.
There is no Super Douluo.
"Just keep him alive as long as he has a breath left," An Zhen instructed.
Silver moonlight, carrying terrifying fluctuations of spirit power, descended and enveloped that area.
" The Old Emperor has surrendered." An Zhen revealed a victory that was already destined to happen.
The expressions on everyone's faces varied. Although this matter had been destined long ago, their true feelings surfaced when it actually happened.
"Afterwards, the Old Emperor will issue a decree of self-reproach to the whole country. You will draft a proclamation to proclaim this and send it to the whole country together." An Zhen made the final arrangements for this operation.
The sun and moon will eventually return to the world.
An Zhen's gaze fell on Xu Tianzhen, who was pretending to be calm, but whose eyes were red.
Little Sun.