The shadow raised its arm, holding it beside Zheng Cheng's ear.
"..." His body rigid, Zheng Cheng did not dare breathe.
Bang! Boom!
The shadow gave another slight flick of its finger.
A powerful gale immediately erupted, sending Zheng Cheng flying through the air, spinning through countless full rotations.
He moved incredibly fast!
Too fast for the naked eye to follow, he crashed into a bookcase, then slammed to the floor.
Chen Mu had answered through action.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Zheng Cheng struggled into a sitting position, clutching his chest as he coughed up blood that splattered across the floor.
It felt as though two hands as sharp as blades had plunged deep into his chest and were pulling outward, trying to tear him apart by brute force.
The pain pierced his bones! It reached every one of his internal organs!
"Great Emperor Lu, why... why are you helping these outsiders attack me?" Zheng Cheng's face was filled with bewilderment. He could not make sense of it.
There had been no old grudges or recent grievances between them.
As people of the Profound Realm, should they not join hands to repel the enemy when faced with something like this?
"With brains like yours, how did you ever get onto the imperial throne?"
"Can't you see it yet? This Lu Xiangtian is no longer the Lu Xiangtian you knew. He's nothing more than a puppet controlled by my younger brother now."
Chen Juexin raised a hand to her forehead and sighed, pained by Zheng Cheng's lack of intelligence.
"..." Yet every sentence, every word she spoke left Zheng Cheng utterly baffled.
Controlling a Great Emperor like a puppet?
Was she sure she wasn't joking?
Weren't Great Emperors the strongest?
Even someone in the Great Emperor Realm could hardly find it easy