The Heir of the Prince of Pingnan knew he was finished. Even if he could defeat Yunluo, how could he possibly beat that old eunuch?
More terrifying still was Lin Lang, standing there after having just killed his master, Ye Gucheng.
He suddenly shouted, "Lin Lang, help me kill them! I'll become emperor and name you Imperial Preceptor!"
The Emperor of Great Ming jumped in fright, and the old eunuch warily stepped in front of him.
Although he sensed that Lin Lang was injured and severely depleted, he had no idea how much strength Lin Lang had left. If Lin Lang attacked, he had even less idea whether he could stop him.
Had it been any other official, the old eunuch would not have worried so much. After all, few men dared commit regicide.
But Lin Lang's other identity was the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult, a peerless fiend who had led men to slaughter Northern Shaolin not long ago!
Lin Lang suddenly found the Heir of the Prince of Pingnan rather adorable. What a wonderful thing to say.
Imperial Preceptor-that position would place him above every official at court.
He could even boss the emperor around.
A master disciplining his disciple was only right and proper!
Lin Lang simply looked at the Emperor of Great Ming without expression. His meaning needed no words.
I think I could be the Imperial Preceptor. What do you think, Your Majesty?
The Emperor of Great Ming reacted swiftly. "Minister Lin, you have worked hard and rendered great service by slaying the rebel Ye Gucheng. I already said I would reward you handsomely."
"I now appoint you Imperial Preceptor. From now on, you shall teach me martial arts."
The Heir of the Prince of Pingnan could learn martial arts, and so