Wu Mei Ying

Before the Imperial Study of the imperial palace stood several hundred death warriors raised by the royal family. Weapons in hand, they guarded the Imperial Study with grim determination in their eyes.

Outside the Imperial Study stood a densely packed mass of Imperial Guard soldiers. At their center stood Yang Feng.

Murong Qiang looked at the leader of the several hundred death warriors, a complicated look flashing through his eyes. Then he stepped forward decisively. "Yuwen Ba Tian, surrender! The tide has turned. Only by surrendering to His Majesty the Devil Ancestor will you have a path to survival."

The burly Imperial Guard commander, who radiated the terrifying aura of a grandmaster and held a saber, shouted sharply, "Shut up, you traitors! Murong Qiang, Hu Yan De, Zhou Sheng—His Majesty treated you well. He raised you from insignificant commoners to commanders of the Imperial Guard, allowing you to leap into the nobility. The imperial grace was vast and mighty. Yet now you have betrayed Your Majesty, and you still have the shameless nerve to urge surrender. Do you feel no shame?"

A trace of shame flashed through the eyes of Murong Qiang, Hu Yan De, Zhou Sheng, and the other three great Imperial Guard commanders. They remained silent.

The three great Imperial Guard commanders had all been military officers whom Wu Shan Ming, the emperor of the Great Zhou Empire, had promoted from obscurity. They had always been utterly loyal to him. But this time, the Devil Ancestor incarnated by Yang Feng was simply invincible, a terrifying being who could wipe out a hundred thousand troops with a wave of his hand. They had no choice but to surrender.

"Ba Tian, enough! This cannot be blamed on them."

The doors to the Imperial Study opened, and more than a dozen