Li Qingming spoke with great confidence.
As Xu Tianran listened to Li Qingming, his eyes flickered slightly, but he did not waste words.
With a lift of his hand, he produced numerous files concerning the palace complex and the Imperial City in their original entirety.
Everything was marked with absolute clarity, from the deployment of the Imperial City's guards to the various items within.
Li Qingming quietly examined those files while Xu Tianran took a deep breath.
He still intended to discuss matters with Li Qingming, to find out exactly what the other man planned to do so that he could be prepared.
Yet seeing Xu Tianran's tense expression, Li Qingming remained utterly unconcerned.
As a transmigrator, he held no reservations or fear whatsoever toward this era—or rather, toward the imperial and royal authority that existed within it.
His thinking had never been constrained. In his eyes, emperor or not, as long as they possessed no special ability to become immortal, they could be killed.
Moreover, the emperor himself was merely an ordinary Titled Douluo, one who had barely been elevated through an enormous amount of imperial resources.
His talent was not particularly high, and with the burden of handling state affairs, becoming a Titled Douluo had already been his limit.
And when it came to an ordinary Titled Douluo, Li Qingming was highly confident that he could kill him.
What was more, he was a seasoned alchemist. During the years he had been trapped, he had spent most of his time studying alchemy.
Li Qingming had thoroughly mastered certain bizarre poison pills.
Naturally, he understood that directly killing a Titled Douluo within the imperial palace would be difficult.
But if he could make the target consume some pills in advance, the difficulty would be greatly reduced.
However, Xu Tianran's