Hearing the sound.
Lu Benwei's black robe gently stirred.
The pair of eyes behind the mist gazed at him.
"What are you?"
"Do you think you're worthy of me giving you face?"
"Kneel down!"
As soon as the words fell, Wolong Fu's legs suddenly slammed to the ground.
Lu Benwei walked past him, continuing to step by step.
Wolong Fu, kneeling on the ground, was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes wide open, almost losing his soul, even his spirit trembling.
His mouth stuttered, unable to utter a single word.
He no longer had the previous calm demeanor.
He clearly remembered that just a moment ago, it seemed as if the Heavenly Dao had issued an edict to him, making him utterly unable to resist.
If he hadn't knelt,
He would have been obliterated.
Wu Qian and the other two, who had hoped Wolong Fu would deal with Lu Benwei, saw Wolong Fu kneel down directly at Lu Benwei's command, and their bodies were covered in goosebumps.
"How...?"
"How could it be...?"
"How could Wolong Fu, the elder, kneel down...?"
Wu Qian's head was about to explode, trying to figure out why this happened.
You must know, Wolong Fu is one of the giants of the Heavenly Immortal Palace, although he is not particularly skilled in combat, but is renowned for his tactics.
But no matter what, he is one of the overlords of the Heavenly Immortal Palace.
This can be seen from the fact that the Treasure Gathering Tower is spread across the Immortal Realm, and no one dares to move against it, showing his power and strength.
However.
He knelt down in front of this black-robed man?
Wu Qian realized that he had greatly underestimated the strength of the black-robed man in front of him.
"What, Elder Luo, Elder Luo, what should we do?"
"Think of a way quickly, I don't want to die!"
Seeing Lu Benwei approaching step by step, Wu Qian's tears and snot rushed out, his only hand frantically grabbing Elder Luo's clothes, his voice filled with panic.
But with Wolong Fu already kneeling, what could Elder Luo do? Sweat pouring down, he had no idea what to do.
Finally.
The black robe stood in front of the two.
His figure magnified in their eyes, like a death god standing there.
The two struggled and retreated on the ground.
At this moment, a bony hand gently extended from the black robe, lightly tapping.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by an explosion, Wu Qian's only remaining hand suddenly exploded.
Screams continued.
Wu Qian, now completely like a silkworm without hands or feet, struggled and wriggled on the ground with terrified eyes.
"Hmph, I warn you to stop!"
Seeing this, Elder Luo mustered up the courage to threaten: "We are from the Heavenly Immortal Palace, the young master is the son of Wu Fan, the Great Emperor of the Heavenly Immortal Palace. If you don't stop, Wu Fan will not let you off."
"Oh."
From under the black robe.
A calm voice emerged.
The hand gently clenched.
The Elder Luo in front of him directly turned into nothingness.
"Ah, ah ah..."
Seeing Elder Luo suddenly turn into nothingness, Wu Qian's throat was like being stuck with a fishbone, gasping for breath in terror, struggling with his silkworm-like body, desperately wriggling.
Lu Benwei's expression remained indifferent.
The hand lifted.
The white finger bone once again emerged, the terrifying energy slowly enveloping Wu Qian, making people's scalps tingle.
Wu Qian's eyes widened.
His eyes filled with despair.
"Stop!"
At this moment.
From the sky.
A majestic voice came.
Then a figure tore through the space from the sky and walked out.
He had black hair flowing behind his head, exuding an aura of authority and superiority.
As soon as he walked out, the entire world seemed to change, the entire space filled with a suffocating atmosphere.
Those with weaker strength directly fell to the ground.
"Wu Fan?"
Seeing this, Wolong Fu, who was unable to move while kneeling, immediately exclaimed in surprise.
And Wu Qian, who was about to wait for death, saw this and immediately cried with joy.
"Hahaha..."
"It's my father."
"My father is here."
"Yes, my father had left a mark on me, as long as I'm in mortal danger, he can sense it."
"Hahaha, my father is here, I'd like to see who dares to kill me with my father here."
"Anyone who harms me will be executed by my father."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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