Three Days Later, Emperor Huo Yuhao Ascends the Throne!

White World, Mingdu.

Kong Deming and Jing Hongchen hurried along and finally caught up with Huo Yuhao.

And Emperor Xu Tianran, whom Huo Yuhao was dragging along the ground, wailing all the way.

As they came, Jing Hongchen had finally learned why his teacher had refused to let him drive a Soul Tool vehicle, no matter what.

Wherever Huo Yuhao went, every Soul Tool within a hundred meters was reduced to scrap!

The streetlights on both sides of the road had exploded into parts that littered the ground. The Soul Tool food carts pushed by several unlucky vendors had fallen apart on the spot, spilling soup and other liquids everywhere.

The Soul Tool neon signs that the roadside shops used to attract customers flickered twice, then burst into showers of sparks.

Twisted metal parts lay all over the street, and shattered Soul Guidance Core Arrays were scattered across the ground, as though it had rained iron.

If one had to describe the scene in a single phrase, it would be:

Not a blade of grass left standing!

In fact, Kong Deming had discovered long ago that his beloved disciple had tampered with the Soul Guidance Arrays he designed, planting backdoors unknown to anyone else.

But he had not exposed him.

As for Jing Hongchen, although his Soul Tool skills were also Level 9, they were not enough for him to spot those deeply hidden tricks.

Naturally, he had been kept in the dark, knowing nothing.

If the two of them had come in a Soul Tool car or some other vehicle, it would surely have fallen apart on the spot halfway there.

With their mortal bodies, reduced to nothing by divine punishment, they would probably have had a car accident and died on the spot.

"Teacher, Junior Brother... he's taken apart every Soul Tool in Mingdu!"

Jing Hongchen looked at the parts covering the ground, his eyelids twitching wildly.

"What do you know?"

Kong Deming shook his head, a sharp light flickering in his eyes.

"He's not taking them apart."

"He's deliberately letting us see one thing clearly, right in front of everyone in Mingdu."

"The entire Soul Tool system of the Sun Moon Empire was held up by him alone, from beginning to end!"

"Without him, the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool civilization is a castle in the air with no foundation!"

Jing Hongchen's expression changed instantly when he heard that.

On closer thought, it really was true!

Soul Guidance Batteries, Soul Guidance Array Formations, even Soul Tool vehicles and communicators—which of them had not come from Junior Brother's hands?

Kong Deming hurried forward and stepped in front of Huo Yuhao.

When Xu Tianran, who had been dragged all this way, saw Kong Deming, he was like a drowning man who had caught sight of a life-saving straw. He let out a heart-rending scream.

"Imperial preceptor, save me!"

"Huo Yuhao is plotting rebellion! He's going to kill his sovereign! Imperial preceptor, save me!"

"As long as you save me, I'll make you a king equal in rank to the emperor and give you half the Sun Moon Empire!"

Kong Deming looked at Xu Tianran, whose face was black and blue from being dragged, his imperial robes in tatters and his crown askew, and let out a long sigh.

He ignored Xu Tianran's hoarse wailing and turned his gaze to his most accomplished disciple.

Huo Yuhao.

"Yuhao, must it really come to this?"

Huo Yuhao stopped walking.

He raised his head and looked at Kong Deming.

The icy killing intent in his blood-red Eyes of Asura receded somewhat.

In this world, his teacher Kong Deming was one of the few people who had truly treated him well without conditions.

When he had first arrived in the Sun Moon Empire, with no one to turn to, it was his teacher who had defied all objections to take him as a disciple and taught him everything he knew.

He had even braved pressure from the imperial family to make him the holy son of Illustrious Virtue Hall.

Huo Yuhao had always remembered that kindness.

"Teacher, I need to take revenge."

Huo Yuhao's voice was frighteningly calm.

"And I don't want to wait."

"I gave this world a chance."

"But all this world gave me was pain."

Huo Yuhao looked down at the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's body in his arms. The blood-red light in his eyes blazed up again, like two burning blood flames.

"In that case, I'll repay it with pain!"

"Junior Brother!"

Jing Hongchen also hurried over and spotted the Three-Eyed Golden Lion in Huo Yuhao's arms at once.

Her brilliant golden fur and her vertical eye, still sacred even though the breath of life had left her, made Jing Hongchen pause.

"Who... is this?"

Huo Yuhao reached out and gently stroked the Three-Eyed Golden Lion's fur, as though touching the most precious treasure in the world.

"She's Qing'er."

"Shrek Academy killed her."

Although Jing Hongchen was already over fifty, when his temper flared, he was still like a reckless youth.

He slapped his thigh and said loudly,

"Damn it, Shrek Academy actually dared to kill my junior brother's wife!"

"Junior Brother, I support you in taking revenge!"

"All of Illustrious Virtue Hall is willing to support your claim to the throne!"

"Just give the word, and the tens of thousands of Soul Engineers in Illustrious Virtue Hall will serve as your vanguard!"

Jing Hongchen's words soared with heroic spirit and rang with conviction.

But in his heart, he had already worked everything out clearly.

Huo Yuhao had made such a huge display, using his spiritual power to take apart every Soul Tool in Mingdu,

to flex his muscles and reveal his trump card in front of the entire city.

And from today onward, whether they were commoners or Soul Engineers of the Sun Moon Empire, they would all become Huo Yuhao's staunchest supporters.

This was the source of Huo Yuhao's confidence, and also his silent bid to win over the entire empire.

But Jing Hongchen also knew that the imperial family and the pampered nobles of the empire would not let Huo Yuhao ascend the throne so easily.

Those powerful families whose roots had been intertwined for hundreds of years, and those imperial generals who held military power, would certainly not admit defeat easily.

A bloody purge was probably unavoidable!

"Yuhao."

Kong Deming was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"I have only one request."

"After you ascend the throne, don't kill too many people. Mingdu's foundations must not be destroyed, and the countless commoners are innocent."

"Teacher, in troubled times, harsh laws must be used."

Huo Yuhao spoke calmly, his tone brooking no doubt.

"Those who submit to me shall prosper; those who defy me shall die!"

"Within three days, I'll sweep through all of Mingdu and kill everyone who disagrees with me, without leaving a single one!"

"Three days from now will be my coronation!"

With those words, Huo Yuhao dragged Xu Tianran onward, walking step by step toward the imperial palace.

Xu Tianran's screams, pleas for mercy, and curses mingled together, echoing through the empty street before gradually fading into the distance.

In the Black World, the golden sky screen flickered twice, then slowly dimmed.

The sky screen stopped there and disappeared.

It seemed that to see what happened next, they could only wait until the sky screen appeared again.

Across the Black World's continent, countless living beings gazed at the darkened sky, all left wanting more as sighs of disappointment rose in waves.

"Why did it stop? Did Huo Yuhao kill Xu Tianran or not?"

"A coronation three days later? What comes next has to be even more exciting!"

"It disappeared at the crucial moment. This is infuriating!"

"Who on earth made this sky screen? Isn't this just leaving us hanging?!"

"When will the sky screen come back? Can we get a definite answer?"

Similar complaints rang out simultaneously in every corner of the continent.