Zhu Di's command echoed before Chengtian Gate.
A bloody purge was about to begin.
The Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Imperial Forest Army surged forward, pinning the already terrified Prince Han Zhu Gaoxu and Prince Zhao Zhu Gaosui firmly to the ground.
The two imperial princes were dragged toward the palace, wailing incoherently and begging for mercy.
More soldiers rushed toward the officials whose names had been called from the register.
In an instant, cries, pleas, and curses rang out all around.
The courtiers who had just been eager to see Zhu Zhanjun make a fool of himself now feared for their own safety, terrified that they, too, might be implicated in this treason case.
Zhu Zhanjun watched it all with cold indifference.
When an emperor flew into a rage, a million corpses fell.
Today, he had witnessed firsthand the iron-fisted methods of his Imperial Grandfather.
But this was exactly the outcome he wanted.
You had to tear down the old before you could build anew.
Only the fiercest thunder could sweep away these deeply rooted tumors and give Great Ming a clean future.
Just as the Embroidered Uniform Guard was about to take Agula down from the flagpole and escort him to the Imperial Prison,
a sudden change occurred!
"Zhu Di! You think you've won?"
Agula, who had already resigned himself to his fate, suddenly blazed with an utterly crazed and resolute light in his eyes.
"If I die, I'll drag you with me to hell!"
He roared, and a series of sharp cracks sounded from the bones inside his body.
A terrifying force, far beyond that of an ordinary martial Grandmaster, burst from within him.
Bang!
The chains binding him snapped under his sheer strength!
The instant he was free, Agula's body became a streak of black lightning.