Lin Su's Thousand Degrees Pupil looked through the flying Bronze Fragments and, at a glance, saw a man deep within the palace—Ji Shang, a hundred zhang away from him.
But suddenly, the flying Bronze Fragments locked onto the void.
A man appeared between him and Ji Shang, an utterly ordinary-looking middle-aged man with not even a sword in his hand.
Yet an abyssal chill, as though it had come from hell itself, instantly suppressed this stretch of heaven and earth into a living purgatory.
Without a sound, the space to his left seemed to tear open, and another man appeared.
Almost at the same time, one man appeared on his right and another behind him.
The four appeared together, their pressure towering like mountains. The Bronze Fragments before Lin Su gave a crack and turned into wisps of smoke.
Ji Shang finally saw his face clearly and cried out, "Lin Su!"
"Ji Shang, you still could not let go of your Nine-Five Position. But have you ever considered that with this step, what you become will not be The Emperor, but a dog despised and spat upon by all?" Lin Su said coldly.
With that single sentence, Ji Shang's face turned livid.
Because it had struck the place he least wished to be touched.
For the Imperial Throne, Ji Shang had expended the efforts of his entire life—killing his brother to seize the throne, selling out his nation for peace, executing ministers to silence them, bestowing favors to win hearts...
In the end, he had been driven to violate his ancestors' decisions and lose every last shred of principle.
He had indeed succeeded, but after succeeding, he discovered that he had lost his supreme authority. His power had been given to him by the Black Bone Demon Race. He was