The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 707 They were all terrified and scattered.

Jiang Huan sneered, "Zhu Di, it is you who murdered the emperor and usurped the throne; you are the one who truly deserves to die!"

The two clashed, exchanging blows with spears and knives, neither gaining the upper hand.

Lianxing was besieged by several rebel soldiers, and was in grave danger.

"Your Majesty, where are you?" Lianxing was extremely anxious. She knew that only by finding Zhu Xiong Ying could she turn the tide.

Just when she was about to collapse, a familiar voice suddenly rang out, "Who dares to touch my woman!"

Suddenly, Zhu Xiong Ying appeared behind Lian Xing. He struck out with his palm, sending several rebel soldiers who were attacking Lian Xing flying.

"Your Majesty!" Lianxing exclaimed with joy and surprise, as if she had seen a savior.

Zhu Xiong Ying smiled slightly and shielded her behind him, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His cold gaze swept over the surrounding rebels, and a powerful aura emanated from him, making everyone feel suffocated.

"Zhu Di, how dare you rebel!" Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire palace.

Zhu Di sneered, "Brother, you have already died from poisoning. Now, it is my turn to rule this world!"

Zhu Xiong Ying laughed loudly, "Do you think that mere poison can kill me?"

He ripped open his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. There, tattooed on his chest, was a lifelike golden dragon. The dragon emitted a faint golden light, dispelling all the surrounding poisonous gas.

"This is... Dragon Pattern Body Protection!" Zhu Di's expression changed drastically. He had not expected that Zhu Xiong Ying would possess such a powerful protective divine skill.

Zhu Xiong Ying walked step by step toward Zhu Di, his imposing aura growing stronger with each step. "Today, I will show you what true invincibility is!"

He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest...

Zhu Xiong Ying let out a muffled groan, staggered backward, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. He looked down and saw that the golden dragon tattoo on his chest had dimmed and was now covered in a small wound that was slowly bleeding.

"Hahaha!" Zhu Di laughed triumphantly upon seeing this. "Brother, do you really think the dragon pattern protecting you is invincible? I've known its weakness for a long time!"

It turned out that Zhu Di had put a slow-acting poison in Zhu Xiong Ying's food. This poison would not be fatal immediately, but it could slowly corrode the golden light protecting his body with the dragon pattern, eventually rendering it ineffective.

"Despicable!" Lianxing cursed angrily.

Zhu Di didn't care at all. He raised his spear and pointed it at Zhu Xiong Ying, "Now, what do you still have to rely on?"

Zhu Xiong Ying wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes showing no fear but instead filled with fighting spirit. "My reliance is my fist!"

He took a deep breath, his inner energy surged, and the golden dragon tattoo once again emitted a faint golden light.

"A desperate struggle!" Zhu Di sneered and attacked again.

The two clashed again. This time, Zhu Xiong Ying was clearly at a disadvantage, but he still fought back tenaciously, each move made with a desperate spirit.

Lianxing watched with trepidation, knowing that Zhu Xiong Ying was at his last gasp.

"Your Majesty, you must leave!" Lianxing cried out, "I'll hold him off!"

Zhu Xiong Ying ignored him; his eyes were only on Zhu Di. He was determined to protect his empire and his woman with his own life.

"Overestimating yourself!" Zhu Di thrust his spear at Lianxing, who was unable to dodge in time and was about to be stabbed.

At the critical moment, Zhu Xiong Ying stood in front of Lian Xing, and his spear pierced Lian Xing's shoulder.

"Your Majesty!" Lianxing exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Despite the pain, Zhu Xiong Ying grabbed the spear and snapped it in two.

"Zhu Di, even if I die today, I will drag you down to hell with me!" Zhu Xiong Ying roared.

The golden dragon tattoo on his body suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and a powerful force erupted from his body. "Not good!" Zhu Di's expression changed drastically; he felt an aura of death enveloping him.

Zhu Xiong Ying threw a punch, which landed squarely on Zhu Di's chest.

"Pfft!" Zhu Di spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

Upon seeing this, the surrounding rebels scattered in fear and fled.

Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Zhu Di lying on the ground, let out a long sigh, swayed slightly, and almost fell over.

Lianxing quickly supported him, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Zhu Xiong Ying shook his head. "I'm fine, just a little exhausted."

He turned to look at Lianxing, his eyes filled with tenderness, "I promised you that I would take you to see all the beautiful landscapes of our land, and I will not break my promise."

Lianxing nodded, touched, and hugged him tightly.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out, "Your Majesty, aren't you celebrating too soon?"

A man dressed in black and wearing a straw hat appeared behind the two of them at some point.

"Who are you?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked warily.

The man in black slowly removed his bamboo hat, revealing a pale face—it was none other than the long-lost Emperor Jianwen, Zhu Yunwen!

"I am your nephew, Zhu Yunwen!"

Zhu Yunwen's eyes were filled with hatred. "Imperial Uncle, you stole my throne. Today, I will take it back with interest!"

It turns out that Zhu Yunwen was not dead; he had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for his chance to take revenge.

Taking advantage of Zhu Xiong Ying's serious injury during his battle with Zhu Di, he suddenly appeared, intending to kill him with a single blow.

"You..." Zhu Xiong Ying's expression changed drastically. He never expected that he would be tricked by Zhu Yun Wen.

He wanted to resist, but found himself powerless to fight.

Zhu Yunwen sneered, a dagger appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it toward Zhu Xiong Ying's heart.

"Your Majesty!" Lianxing cried out in alarm, throwing herself on top of Zhu Xiong Ying and shielding him from the fatal blow.

"Thud!" The dagger pierced Lianxing's chest, and blood stained her clothes.

"Lianxing!" Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes were bloodshot as he held Lianxing in his arms, heartbroken.

Zhu Yunwen watched this scene coldly, without the slightest pity. "The victor is king, the loser is villain. This is your fate!"

He raised his dagger and stabbed Zhu Xiong Ying again.

Just then, a golden light flashed, and the dagger in Zhu Yunwen's hand was knocked away.

A man dressed in a dragon robe and wearing a golden crown appeared before Zhu Xiong Ying. It was none other than... Zhu Yuan Zhang!

"Yunwen, you have disappointed me greatly!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance was like a divine intervention, stunning everyone present. His hair and beard were completely white, yet he was remarkably vigorous, his tiger-like eyes piercing and radiating an imposing aura. He surveyed the crowd before finally fixing his gaze on Zhu Yunwen, his voice low yet carrying supreme authority: "You rebellious son, how dare you murder your emperor!"

Zhu Yunwen's face was deathly pale, and the dagger in his hand had long since fallen to the ground. He trembled all over, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a word. He knew he was finished.

Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Zhu Yuan Zhang, who had suddenly appeared, and then at Lian Xing, who was on the verge of death in his arms. Grief, anger, doubt and other emotions were intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

“Father…” he began with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

(End of this chapter)