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

Chapter 865 How dare you treat her like this?

With a single slash of the giant scythe, the heavens and earth were torn apart in an instant, and the cold light shot straight at Zhu Xiong Ying. Yet, he remained proudly standing in place, hands behind his back, motionless, eyelids slightly lowered, as if this deadly move was nothing more than a trivial matter. Only when the giant scythe was about ten feet in front of him did he leisurely raise a finger and lightly tap. A golden sword aura burst forth from his fingertip, seemingly effortless, yet like an inverted Milky Way, piercing the sky.

"Clang—" The earth shook, and the power unleashed by the demonic shadow was easily neutralized by the sword energy. The bone scythe shattered in response, and even the demonic shadow's ethereal body was shaken to the point of collapse. Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was cold and majestic, carrying an aura of dominance over the world, "You mere demon dare to attempt to test me? Come, let me see how much more trouble you can cause."

The demonic figure, having withstood a single blow, seemed enraged. Thick black mist swirled around his body, and his scarlet eyes shone even brighter, like two blood moons in hell. He suddenly roared to the sky, and instantly the entire secret realm was shrouded in a murderous aura. All the civil and military officials accompanying him knelt on the ground, their souls trembling.

Only Zhu Xiong Ying remained relaxed, even letting out a slight chuckle as he said, "Hmm, not bad, three points more valuable than before." This casual remark was utterly insulting to the Demon Shadow. His voice rose again: "How arrogant! Once I integrate the power of the secret realm, you'll be nothing but an ant!"

Having said that, the demonic figure rapidly retreated to the front of the floating palace, suddenly spreading its arms wide, its skeletal hands reaching into the swirling yin and yang energy around the palace. In an instant, the entire dark aura of the secret realm was visibly absorbed into its body, and its form grew larger, transforming into a terrifying giant shadow a hundred feet tall!
"Hahahaha!" The giant shadow's maniacal laughter shook the surroundings, and with one step, it was like Mount Tai crashing down. The enormous foot directly covered Zhu Xiong Ying, and a large area of ​​space beneath its feet collapsed! The people accompanying him nearby scattered as if fleeing for their lives, and those who were a little slower were crushed to pieces by the aftershocks.

However, faced with this earth-shattering blow, Zhu Xiong Ying simply stretched and said, "It's taken you so long to grow even a little bigger. I feel ashamed for you."

Just as the giant shadow was about to stomp on him, Zhu Xiong Ying's figure vanished instantly. The next second, he stood firmly on top of the giant shadow's head, stomping down with a powerful kick. Golden light erupted like molten lava, piercing straight into the giant shadow's head!
"Bang—" The giant shadow's head caved in, howling in pain, but dared not move. Zhu Xiong Ying stood with his hands behind his back, quietly looking down at the ground as if playing with it, and coldly uttered two words: "Kneel down."

These two seemingly ordinary words actually contained supreme divine power, and the oppressive aura emanating from the giant shadow suddenly intensified several times over. The terrifying figure was unable to move, forced to lower its posture. Ultimately, the hundred-foot-tall giant shadow was forced to kneel on one knee, utterly disheveled.

Upon witnessing this scene, the entourage fell into a deathly silence. Although they often accompanied His Majesty on campaigns, they had never experienced his destructive power so closely. A deep sense of awe and shock surged within each of them, and not one dared to look directly at Zhu Xiong Ying's back.

"Hahaha, today's offering is merely an appetizer for me, yet it seems far from boring." Zhu Xiong Ying raised his hand and pointed, causing the already shattered palace to rotate automatically, as if a barrier had been broken. In an instant, endless spiritual light erupted from the palace, and countless exquisitely crafted divine artifacts and elixirs could be vaguely seen tumbling out.

Emperor Zhu Xiong Ying of the Ming Dynasty curled his lips and murmured, "So all you've been hiding is this little bit of wealth." He lightly moved his toes, and an invisible wave of energy swept across, instantly bringing all the treasures back steadily, suspending them under his control.

But at that very moment, a slender yet chilling sword intent silently pierced Zhu Xiong Ying's back from an empty corner! In that instant, none of the others accompanying him noticed, and Zhu Xiong Ying didn't even open his closed eyes; his smile simply deepened. "Where did this rat come from, daring to play tricks in front of me?" His tone was calm, yet his killing intent was palpable.

The moment the dark sword intent struck, Zhu Xiong Ying slightly tilted his head, letting the sharp blade graz his neck, but it couldn't harm him in the slightest. The gust of wind brought by the sword intent whipped up a few strands of hair at his temples, but it was as if the mud had entered the sea, not even causing a ripple in his robes.

"Interesting." Zhu Xiong Ying's smile deepened, but his tone was nonchalant, tinged with laziness and indifference. He didn't even bother to turn around; he simply waved his hand, and a golden light, like a blazing sun, suddenly shot out, heading straight towards the direction from which the sword intent was coming.

"Clang—" Golden light clashed with sword intent, sparks flying. The assassin hidden in the darkness revealed herself—a young woman draped in a black cloak, her face exquisitely beautiful, yet her eyes held a chilling and murderous intent. With a flick of her wrist, she drew her sword again, her sword strike as swift as lightning, aiming straight for Zhu Xiong Ying's throat.

"A mere chatterbox dares to bare his fangs at me?" Zhu Xiong Ying finally turned around. He spun around on the spot, his long sleeves fluttering like a tornado soaring into the heavens. Before the woman could even get close, she was forced to retreat by this overwhelming aura. The long sword in her hand even emitted a faint mournful sound, as if it could not withstand such pressure.

"Cough..." The woman staggered, her knees buckling as she nearly collapsed. But she gritted her teeth, bracing herself with her sword, forcing herself to stay upright, a stubborn glint in her eyes. She stared at Zhu Xiong Ying like a predator eyeing its prey, seemingly utterly humiliated by her defeat.

"Tsk, it seems my intimidation wasn't enough." Zhu Xiong Ying shook his head, looking regretful, but the smile in his eyes was extremely amusing. With a wave of his sleeve, a powerful golden wave of energy swept towards the woman, instantly sending her and her sword flying, crashing heavily into the ruins.

"Insolence!" Just as the shockwave struck, a furious roar suddenly came from afar. A tall man wearing a purple-gold crown and silver armor strode over, his entire body radiating a violent aura, clearly possessing extraordinary strength. Disregarding etiquette, he rushed to the ruins, knelt on one knee, helped the woman up, and glared angrily at Zhu Xiong Ying: "How dare you treat her like this?"

Zhu Xiong Ying glanced at him sideways, his smile widening: "Oh, finally someone has stepped forward. But are you questioning me?"

Upon hearing this, the man's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He clearly knew who the person before him was, but he tightened his grip on the woman's hand, saying neither servilely nor arrogantly, "This person is my young lady. Even if she has offended His Majesty, you should at least give her a chance to explain, instead of resorting to violence!"

(End of this chapter)