Li Ping'an frowned slightly.
Judging by this vitality, he could probably live another hundred years or more.
"Hahahaha!!"
"I have succeeded! I have succeeded!"
"..."
The emperor's voice rang out inside the Imperial Palace, his excitement impossible to hide.
Outside the Imperial Palace lay heaps of white bones, piled into mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Li Ping'an narrowed his eyes.
The three layers of Grand Arrays Shushan had laid outside had completely cut off the Yaomo's retreat.
Everywhere, Shushan disciples were beating the Yaomo back.
Often, more than ten Yaomo had to stake their lives just to seriously injure a single Shushan disciple.
After several great Yaomo had been eliminated.
All that remained was some mopping up.
Wen Ruyu landed beside Li Ping'an.
"Senior Brother Li!"
Li Ping'an pointed at the Imperial Palace. "How are we dealing with that old fellow?"
By now, Wen Ruyu had also guessed the whole sequence of events. He sighed softly.
"According to the rules, we cannot deal with mortal emperors as we please.
"Besides, even if he dies, most of the dynasty's fortune will dissipate along with him."
At this, Wen Ruyu's expression grew pained.
"Eight hundred years of history, ruined in a single day. I fear it won't be long before it collapses."
Li Ping'an tucked his hands into his sleeves without a word.
Then his figure vanished from the spot.
He darted into the Imperial Palace.
In the blink of an eye, he reached its depths.
Hm?
The emperor, who had now regained his youth, felt his eyelid twitch.
He looked at the man who had suddenly appeared before him.
"...Sir, are you a Shushan disciple? You have my greetings."
The young emperor froze for only a moment before quickly reacting.
Li Ping'an stood with his hands behind his back,