Roar…
At this moment, on the four sides of the square, the dragon carvings on the eight iron pillars suddenly came to life.
The fiery glow on the eight Coiling Dragon Pillars gradually dimmed, but the eight fire dragons appeared in the air.
One hundred meters long, more than ten meters wide, with flames shooting out from their bodies in all directions, they exuded an immense oppressive aura.
“These are… dragons!”
At this moment, in the eyes of Sheng Dengfeng, Sheng Xinyue, and Ming Yu, there was only astonishment.
Even Ye Yuanyuan, who always maintained a cold expression, now showed a hint of surprise on her beautiful face.
This… was created by Qin Ning?
Among the eight fire dragons, three were currently缠绕 around Qin Ning. Like obedient pets, they were full of life.
They could turn a martial artist of the Spirit Platform Realm into a blazing inferno of ashes, but when they approached Qin Ning, they seemed to become mere weak embers.
Qin Ning lightly flicked a dragon’s head with his hand and said with a smile, “Still as human-like as before!”
At this moment, the other four dragons roared, turning the rapidly flying arrows into molten iron, which dripped down with a sizzling sound.
Then, the four dragons roared madly and plunged straight down towards the Imperial Guards on all sides, opening their mouths to spit out fireballs. The more than a thousand Imperial Guards who had been standing on all sides instantly turned into piles of ashes.
The last dragon circled around and swooped down towards King You’s head.
“I told you!”
At this moment, Qin Ning lightly grasped a dragon horn, then sat cross-legged on its head, smiling nonchalantly, “In my eyes, you, Ming Shangyun, are nothing but a fart!”
“Don’t talk about you; even if Emperor Ming Yong came here and called me ‘Young Master Qin,’ that would already be overstepping his bounds. How dare you try to kill me?”
“Even that little brat, Emperor Ming Yuan, wouldn’t dare to speak like that!”
Qin Ning lightly waved his hand.
The dragon bared its fangs and claws, pouncing straight down, intending to swallow King You whole.
“No…”
At this moment, King You let out a terrified scream. The eight Coiling Dragon Pillars in the Northern Ming Imperial Palace had been there for tens of thousands of years without any movement. How could this be happening now…
But he had no time to think anymore.
The scorching breath swallowed his thoughts, swallowing everything of his.
“Stop!”
Just then, a majestic voice echoed in the void. In the air, a figure strode forward. The figure flashed with light and landed in the square.
But this shout, in the end, came too late.
Qin Ning pointed his finger, and the dragon swallowed King You whole. The scorching flames incinerated every part of King You’s body.
“Imperial Father!”
Seeing the newcomer, Ming Yu immediately knelt on one knee and saluted with clasped hands.
“Young Master Qin, for the sake of my Imperial Brother being a descendant of Emperor Ming Yuan, please… show mercy!”
Ming Yong wore a golden dragon robe, his long hair tied up, his expression resolute, and his body exuded an innate imperial aura. At this moment, he showed no arrogance; instead, he looked at Qin Ning with a respectful expression, and his voice even carried a hint of… pleading!
At this moment, Ming Yu’s eyelids twitched.
As the emperor of the Northern Ming Empire, Ming Yong was devoted to his country and could be called the most outstanding emperor among several generations of emperors.
And precisely because of this, Ming Yong had always given others a strong impression, speaking with absolute authority.
Don’t look at how furious and exaggerated Ming Shangyun was just now; in front of Emperor Ming Yong, he was as obedient as a kitten.
Ming Yu swore that from the moment he was born until now, he had never seen his Imperial Father in such a state.
His body leaned slightly forward, hands clasped, his tone sincere, tinged with a negotiating air, a smile still on his face.
Is this… truly his imperial father?
“Show mercy? Did he ever think of showing mercy when he wanted to kill me?”
“Young Master Qin, if the ancestors were here, I’m afraid they wouldn’t want… Young Master Qin to be angry!”
Qin Ning glanced at Ming Yong and said, “It seems you do have some discernment, knowing to bring up Ming Yuan to appeal to my emotions.”
“But your old ancestor’s face, it loses its effectiveness with each use.”
Qin Ning looked at Ming Shangyun and said, “A death sentence is hard to avoid, a death sentence is hard to escape!”
His hand clenched, and a sudden cracking sound rang out.
A tragic scream erupted from Ming Shangyun’s mouth, chilling people to the bone.
At this moment, everyone only saw that all the Spirit Souls, Spirit Wheels, Spirit Platforms, and Spirit Seas within Ming Shangyun’s body were completely shattered.
Not a single trace of spiritual energy remained throughout his entire body.
A powerful Spirit Soul Realm martial artist was thus… crippled!
Sheng Dengfeng’s eyelids twitched a few times, his eyes filled with horror.
Qin Ning, what kind of person is he, after all?
How could he employ such a method?
He had originally thought that, under the influence of his son, he had already overestimated Qin Ning. But now, it seemed he had still underestimated Qin Ning.
And Sheng Xinyue, standing to the side, now felt only joy in his heart.
He was glad about the path he had chosen.
To become Qin Ning’s alchemy apprentice.
To others, perhaps Qin Ning had benefited from his extraordinary talent in alchemy.
But to Qin Ning, it was he who had gained from Qin Ning.
At this moment, Ye Yuanyuan’s beautiful eyes also gleamed with light.
This guy always has a way!
It was almost as if, under this heaven and earth, there was nothing he couldn’t do.
Watching Ming Shangyun being fiercely thrown down, though all his cultivation was lost, he was fortunately still alive.
At this moment, Emperor Ming Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He waved his hand, and a gentle force helped Ming Shangyun up.
Ming Shangyun looked at Qin Ning, his eyes devoid of any cruelty, only terror.
Terrifying!
Horrifying!
Qin Ning is not human!
Qin Ning’s glance made Ming Shangyun’s body suddenly tremble.
“I’ll spare your life for now. Living as a leisurely prince for this life is enough. If it weren’t for Ming Yuan’s sake, the one who would die today wouldn’t just be Ming Xuan!”
“Thank you, Young Master Qin!”
Emperor Ming Yong clasped his hands and said with a smile, “Young Master Qin has come to the imperial palace; this humble one failed to welcome you from afar, which is truly impolite. Why not come into the palace and sit for a while, what do you think, Young Master?”
“Alright!”
Qin Ning acted as if nothing had happened, brushed off his clothes, and said, “This place… truly brings back memories!”
Seeing Qin Ning stride away, Emperor Ming Yong immediately handed Ming Shangyun over to Ming Yu, saying, “You take Royal Uncle back to his residence.”
“Yes!”
Just then, there was a commotion of footsteps, accompanied by the clanging of armor.
Shadows of the Imperial Guards once again rushed towards the square from all directions.
Those figures quickly approached.
“Your Majesty, your subordinates have failed in their duty; please punish us!”
At this moment, several commanders of the Imperial Guards knelt down, kowtowed, their faces filled with panic.
“Rise!”
Emperor Ming Yong waved his hand and said, “There was an assassin in the imperial palace. Prince You protected the emperor and rendered meritorious service, but lost all his cultivation. From now on, he shall be enfeoffed as a Ninth-Rank Prince. This matter ends here!”
“Yes!”
The commander immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty, what about the assassins?"
As soon as he spoke, a murderous aura emanated from Emperor Ming Yong.
"I said, this matter ends here!"
A wave of cold air spread out. The commander knelt down, kowtowing to the ground, his face pale: "This subordinate understands, this subordinate understands!" After giving his instructions, Ming Yong then hurriedly strode after Qin Ning into the imperial palace, slowly disappearing from view.