It was as if tens of millions of people were roaring and howling at the same time, the sound like a surging tide, and the entire du was immersed in an unprecedented explosion.
"What's going on? Where's the army? Where did the army go?" a minister shouted in panic.
"The army? Of course, it stands with the people. Do you think the soldiers truly submit to you, this incompetent and brutal tyrant? Wrong. They are merely forced by violence. In the entire empire, who doesn't hate you shameless, incompetent, despicable, and pathetic lackeys? Do you really think that sitting in this great hall means you control everything? You pathetic worms, you are nothing but a bunch of self-deceiving worms. The true emperor, the true Glory, belongs to the warriors of the empire, to every Zenit who dares to resist Barcelona's invasion, not to you greedy and corrupt maggots!"
Granero's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the hall.
"Take them down! Take them down and kill them!"
Christo screamed in panic.
"Kill!"
The Barcelona strongmen responsible for protecting the new emperor made the first move.
Barcelona needs to use Christo as a puppet to rule the Zenit Empire. This was a strategy devised by Leo Messi before he left, so they must protect the life of this puppet emperor and, under no circumstances, let him die.
The surging Dou Qi aura and immense power instantly illuminated the entire hall.
A surging aura burst forth, spreading outwards like a hurricane.
There are four powerful individuals from Barcelona present here, all of whom are at the Moon Class Great Perfection Realm.
Such strength would definitely place him among the top-tier experts in the Zenit Empire today.
but--
Sun Fei simply waved his hand lightly.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four Moon Class Great Perfection cultivators, who flew in with terrifying auras, were instantly reduced to a pile of minced meat, just like watermelons smashed by arrows. Their Dou Qi qi vanished without a trace, and their blood and white bone fragments exploded.
Instant kill!
Christo was so startled that he fell back onto the throne.
The courtiers in the hall were nothing but a bunch of sycophants. They had never seen such a bloody scene before. Warm blood and bits of flesh splattered on their faces, and they were all so frightened that they wet themselves, cowering under the stone table, trembling like fat pigs that had seen Butcher, screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Charge! Charge! Charge them!"
Christo snapped out of his shock and roared, ordering his guards to come forward.
Even these elite black-armored warriors hesitated at this moment, intimidated by Sun Fei's incredible power.
"Brothers, will you still obey the orders of this despicable regicide and patricide? Don't you know what this usurper has done these past forty days? Any Zenit man with a shred of blood should have made a choice by now. Are you willing to serve this villain as the new emperor of the empire, and watch him hand over the empire's vast lands to the people of Barcelona, watching your parents, wives, children, relatives, and friends live a pitiful and miserable life forever as slaves of a conquered nation?"
Granero fearlessly strode forward, facing the swords and spears of the black-armored guards.
He exposed his chest to the blades and spears.
His impassioned voice echoed throughout the entire hall, resounding and awe-inspiring.
The black-armored soldiers, whose faces had already shown hesitation, lowered their heads in shame, their grips on their swords and spears loosening involuntarily.
"Brothers, I know you were coerced. Now turn your weapons against the traitors, and you will still be fine men of Zenit, heroes of Zenit!"
Granero raised his arms and shouted.
"Perhaps you don't know, but His Majesty King of Chambord Alexander, is none other than the long-lost Third Prince of the Empire. Before His Majesty Yassin fell, he issued a secret decree abdicating the throne to Prince Alexander. King of Chambord is the true new emperor of the Empire, and he," Granero roared, pointing at Christo, who was slumped on the throne, "Is nothing but a despicable traitor, a villain deserving to be hanged! Now, brothers, use your weapons and your feet to make your choice, welcome the new emperor, and eliminate the traitor!"
Finally, a soldier raised his head and let out the first roar of the weak.
"Damn it, I've had enough! A traitor like Christo, who betrayed his father, brothers, and hundreds of millions of his people, what kind of new emperor is he? I'm willing to make King of Chambord my new emperor!"
"I've had enough..."
"We toiled day and night to protect this traitor, while our loved ones suffered ravages at the hands of the Barcelona people outside the palace..."
"Why should we protect this scum!"
"Support His Majesty Alexander!"
Anger burned in the chest of every black-armored soldier.
Christo's brutality and greed had long since caused the soldiers guarding the palace to complain bitterly. Granero's stern rebuke, coupled with Sun Fei's unparalleled prestige in the empire, quickly led the soldiers to make their choice, defecting to Granero's side.
Clang clang clang clang!!!!
The gleaming blades and spears instantly turned, aimed at the terrified Christo.
"You... how dare you, you traitors, point your swords and spears at me? I am the Emperor of the Zenit Empire, the ruler of the empire! How dare you!" Christo roared, his voice sharp but his voice weak.
His face was ashen, and he could hardly hide his fear. He even pulled two delicate palace maids over to shield him.
"You're the emperor? You're not worthy!"
Granero flashed forward, closing in instantly, and with a swift movement, he cleaved Christo's arms in two sharp cracks.
"Ah..." Christo wailed pitifully, tears streaming down his face.
Granero hated this culprit who betrayed the entire empire, causing the deaths of Emperor Yassin, Dominguez, and hundreds of millions of imperial citizens. Both national and personal grudges had accumulated to the extreme. If it weren't for the fact that sparing his life might still be useful, Granero would have wanted to bite this bastard to death piece by piece.
After subduing Granero and dismissing the several panicked girls, Granero knelt on one knee beside the emperor's throne, looked at Sun Fei, and respectfully called out, "Please, Your Alexander, take a seat!"
"Please take a seat, Your Majesty Alexander!" Thousands of elite soldiers in black armor knelt down in a clatter, shouting loudly.
Sun Fei lowered his head and thought for a moment. Without further hesitation or excuses, he walked step by step through the passage that the soldiers had automatically parted, passing through the array of swords and spears, climbing the pure gold steps, and arriving in front of the throne that symbolized the highest power of the empire. He turned around and then gently sat down.
Third update.
Thank you brothers for your enthusiastic support.