OBS Chapter 84 Provocation
Chapter 84 Provocation
one move!
Just one move!
This Grand Eunuch, who had been immersed in the peak of the Ninth Rank for decades and was infinitely close to the Grandmaster realm, and who usually kept his abilities hidden, was the number one expert in the palace (besides Emperor Qing), yet Ye Tian crippled him so easily!
"Gulp," Emperor Qing murmured, looking at the muddy mess beneath his feet. With only half a breath left, Hong Sixiang made a sound that was hard to understand, and his brain had completely stopped thinking.
Ye Liuyun was seriously injured.
Hong Sixiang was on the verge of death.
Two figures who stood at the pinnacle of the Qing Kingdom's military power (both openly and covertly) were utterly vulnerable in front of this thirteen-year-old boy!
For the first time, Emperor Qing felt an urge to personally intervene! He was one of the most powerful martial artists in the world, the foremost of the four Grandmasters who truly stood at the pinnacle. He was confident that if he acted recklessly, perhaps, just perhaps, he could put up a fight against Ye Tian!
but,
His eyes flickered as he thought of the "great undertaking" he had been planning for decades, the grand scheme that concerned the fate of the world and the future of humanity.
and,
For that plan, he had endured for many years, secretly accumulating strength, even at the cost of sacrificing all his emotions. If he were to fight Ye Tian head-on now, regardless of victory or defeat, he would inevitably expose his deepest hidden strength, and might even be seriously injured. In that case, all his decades of hard work would be in vain!
"For the sake of the great cause, for the sake of my plans, we must preserve our strength," Emperor Qing gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. He was torn between his inner conflict and his desire for power and grand vision. In the end, his extreme thirst for power and the grand plan overwhelmed his dignity as a warrior and his anger as an emperor.
He watched helplessly as Ye Tian, the murderer who had killed one of his sons and one of his empresses, and was now going to kill another (deposed) empress, walked step by step into the depths of the cold palace, but in the end, he could only helplessly refrain from making a move.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't. At least, not now.
Ye Tian had no interest in Emperor Qing's complex psychology. In his eyes, these people were nothing more than names on a revenge list.
He walked through the blood-soaked courtyard and kicked open the door of the dilapidated palace where the deposed Empress Guo was imprisoned.
Inside the hall, an atmosphere of mold and despair filled the air.
The deposed Empress Guo huddled beside a pile of straw in a corner, already terrified by the sounds of fighting and screams outside. Hearing the door kicked open and seeing that figure, like a demon from hell, standing backlit, her already chaotic nerves completely collapsed!
"Ah—! A ghost, a ghost! Ye Tian's ghost has come to claim my life!" she screamed, flailing her arms and legs, trying to run away, but her limbs were too weak with fear to stand up.
Ye Tian slowly walked up to her, looking down at this woman who was once high and mighty but is now insane and disheveled.
"Guo, do you still recognize me?" Ye Tian's voice was calm and unwavering.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me," Guo pleaded incoherently. A wet patch quickly spread beneath her, filling the air with a foul stench. This former empress was so terrified by Ye Tian's palpable killing intent that she lost control of her bladder on the spot.
A hint of disgust flashed in Ye Tian's eyes, but more than that, there was cold indifference.
"Back then, you, Li Chengqian, and the forces behind you framed my mother, coveting her wealth and talent, which ultimately led to the massacre at Taiping Villa. Today, it's time to settle this score with you."
"No, it wasn't me, I don't know anything," Guo shook her head desperately, her eyes unfocused, clearly her madness had made her lose even basic logic.
Ye Tian stopped wasting words with her. There was no point in talking to a madwoman. All he needed was a result.
He slowly reached out and grabbed Guo's thin neck.
Finally, Guo's eyes saw Ye Tian's young face, which carried an endless chill. In that instant, she seemed to awaken from her madness, recognizing the young man and understanding her impending fate.
Despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She wanted to scream, beg for mercy, and resist, but all her efforts were in vain before Ye Tian's iron-like grip.
"Uh, uh,"
The faint sounds of struggle quickly subsided into silence.
Ye Tian stared expressionlessly as the deposed Empress Guo died, casually tossing her body aside as if discarding a piece of useless trash. He slowly turned around, his gaze once again falling upon the group of royal family members not far away, who were already terrified out of their wits but dared not flee, especially Emperor Qing at the head of the group.
Emperor Qing watched helplessly as even the deposed Empress Guo was easily killed by Ye Tian, and he could no longer suppress his rage and fear! He could tolerate the death of the Crown Prince, because a new heir could be appointed; he could accept the death of the Empress, because a new Empress could be chosen; he could even accept the crushing defeats of Ye Liuyun and Hong Sixiang, because they were simply outmatched. But Ye Tian's unbridled, disregard for imperial authority, and his repeated slaughter of members of the royal family in front of him had completely trampled on his last line of conscience as emperor!
Most importantly, Ye Tian's contempt and challenge to imperial power and worldly rules, which were exactly the same as Ye Qingmei's, made him feel a deep-seated fear and hatred!
"Ye-Tian!"
Emperor Qing let out a deafening roar, his voice filled with boundless killing intent and suppressed madness. His bright yellow dragon robe fluttered without wind, and a terrifying pressure, far surpassing that of Ye Liuyun and Hong Sixiang, and even more powerful, refined, and domineering than that currently displayed by Ye Tian, erupted like an ancient beast awakening!
The entire Cold Palace area—no, half of the palace—seemed to tremble under this oppressive force! The air froze, birds fell to the ground, and even the clouds on the horizon seemed to freeze in place.
This is Emperor Qing's true strength! The foremost of the four Grandmasters, the most deeply hidden peerless expert!
"You scoundrel! You have repeatedly challenged my bottom line and slaughtered the royal family. If I do not tear you to pieces today, how can I stand between heaven and earth? How can I still call myself emperor!" Emperor Qing's eyes were bloodshot, his beard and hair stood on end, and he took a step forward. With each step, the ground seemed to groan, and fine cracks spread from his feet.
He seems truly determined to disregard everything and take matters into his own hands!
Just as Emperor Qing's earth-shattering aura was about to reach its peak, preparing to launch a thunderous attack on Ye Tian—
"Your Majesty, please calm down."
An aged voice, yet carrying a strange power, suddenly came from not far away.
"Who?!" Emperor Qing paused slightly, his gaze sweeping towards the source of the voice like lightning.
A group of people dressed in the distinctive uniforms of the Overwatch Council were seen surrounding a figure, who was slowly emerging from the shadows. The person at the head, dressed in a familiar black fur coat, with a refined and handsome face, was none other than Chen Pingping, the Director of the Overwatch Council!
Shockingly, Chen Pingping was not sitting in his iconic wheelchair, but standing upright! Although his legs were still somewhat thin, they steadily supported his body, and his steps were composed, showing no signs of old age.
Beside him stood a ghostly figure, along with several supervisors and administrators from the Censorate, each exuding a sharp and chilling aura. They formed a human wall, perfectly positioned between Emperor Qing and Ye Tian.
"Chen Pingping?!" Upon seeing this scene, especially Chen Pingping who was able to stand and walk, and the key members of the Censorate behind him, Emperor Qing's fury was instantly replaced by utter astonishment and disbelief. "You, your legs, how did you get here?!"
He knew, of course, that Ye Tian had been to the Censorate today, but the fact that Chen Pingping's leg had recovered to such an extent, and that he would lead a group of people to appear here at this moment, openly blocking his way, was completely beyond his expectations!
"Your Majesty, thanks to the Grand Marshal, my leg was fortunate enough to recover."
And at this moment.
Chen Pingping bowed slightly, his tone still respectful, but his deep eyes gleamed with an unprecedented determination. "As for why this old servant is here, it is naturally to prevent an unnecessary bloodshed."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Qing was first taken aback, then burst into furious laughter: "Hahahaha! What a Chen Pingping! What a Censorate! Preventing bloodshed? I think you're trying to protect this traitor who murdered his emperor and his own family! What, Chen Pingping, you old dog I've raised for decades, are you now going to betray your master and rebel too?!"
His voice was filled with rage and despair at being betrayed by the person he trusted most. In his eyes, Chen Pingping was his sharpest blade and most loyal henchman, yet now, for Ye Tian, Ye Qingmei's son, he stood against him!
Facing Emperor Qing's murderous gaze and thunderous rage, Chen Pingping slowly straightened up, the respect on his face gradually fading, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and determination.
"Your Majesty, you are mistaken." Chen Pingping's voice was calm, yet it carried a power that pierced the heart. "This old servant has no intention of rebelling, nor has he ever thought of betraying anyone. Because the Censorate, from the day it was established, has not belonged entirely to Your Majesty alone."
Emperor Qing's pupils constricted sharply: "What...what do you mean?!"