Twin Space: The Evil King Should Never Think of Taking the Throne

"What a joke! Should I write you a letter of abdication? Uncle Wang, you are not worthy of sitting on the throne of Da Chong."

Ji Cheng slowly stood up with the help of Wen Ning, looking sharply at the complacent uncle, exuding the aura of a king. On the other side, Ji Wuye was also helped up by Wu Yu and stood beside Ji Cheng, followed by Fulin and Ji Yuan. Chi Ming stood far away on the other side of them, just a few steps away from King Jing.

"Ji Cheng, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. You should stop fighting like a trapped beast."

King Jing looked at Ji Cheng, who was in a state of disgrace, with infinite mockery in his eyes. This nephew was too conceited. Did he think that he was hanging around in the martial arts world all day and that the court really had no complaints about him?

Since he is attached to the martial arts world, he will use the people of the martial arts world to defeat him and let everyone in Da Chong see how he tramples this king under his feet.

"Uncle Jing, you have been planning for many days, but it is nothing more than this. Ji Yuan."

Ji Cheng coughed lightly, patted Wen Ning, who was nervously clutching his sleeve, stood in front of Prince Jing, and signaled Ji Yuan to handle the next matter.

"Ahem, please rest assured, Your Majesty, everything is under control."

As Ji Yuan spoke, he whistled towards the warships on the sea. Among the soldiers who had drawn their bowstrings, someone suddenly jumped up and knocked the person next to him to the ground. At the same time, the general who was driving the warship was also controlled. Even the people from the Temple of Killing in black clothes and robes stood next to the red cannon.

"Ah!"

Uncle Jing was a little confused when he saw that the navy he had put so much effort into was being destroyed from the inside. But after a moment, he chuckled.

"What a trick! I didn't even notice it."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, for contributing such a great national treasure to Da Chong."

Ji Cheng curled the corners of his lips. Seeing King Jing getting angry, his mood improved a lot and the pain in his body was relieved a lot.

"Ji Cheng, you are really conceited. Do you think you can turn the tide like this?"

As he spoke arrogantly, he clapped his hands lightly, and he didn't know when a few more assassins in black appeared around him. They were dressed similarly to the people in the Temple of Killing, but their faces were not covered.

"Dead warrior!"

Ji Wuye felt the familiar murderous aura from those people, and his expression became more serious. These assassins were the culprits that caused the deaths and injuries in various places in Da Chong and caused the rumors to spread. They came and went without a trace, and they had many tricks.

"It looks like there will be a fierce battle today."

When Fulin and Ji Yuan saw the assassins, they unconsciously took two steps forward. They vowed to protect the king's safety even at the cost of their lives. However, in the current situation, they did not have an advantage. Although their own people controlled the red cannon, those martial arts masters and assassins were very difficult to deal with.

"Uncle Jing, if you stop now, I can pretend that nothing happened and continue to give you everything you deserve. If not, don't blame me for not caring about the relationship between uncle and nephew."

"Uncle-nephew relationship? Ji Cheng, do you think there is such a thing between you and me?"

King Jing looked at Ji Cheng with amusement, his eyes full of mockery. From the beginning, he did not regard Ji Cheng as a relative. He was the stumbling block that prevented him from becoming the Great Chong King.

Ji Cheng also had some self-mockery in his eyes at this time. His ascension to the throne was not smooth, and it can be said that he was also stained with the blood of his close relatives. His father, the Wen Ning family, and many elders who supported him paid a lot. Although he had always been on guard against this King Jing, he did not want to fight him.

"In that case, Uncle Wang, please don't blame me for being heartless."

Ji Cheng pulled Wen Ning aside at this time. Ji Wuye, Wu Yu, Ji Yuan and Fulin surrounded him. Ji Liao, who was controlled by a master, wanted to fight back, but he was not good enough and someone held a knife to his neck, making him unable to move.

Ji Wuye waved his hand, and the people of the Temple of the Killer, together with the Imperial Guards, launched an attack on Uncle Jing's rebels. Chi Ming had been watching the situation on both sides, with no intention of taking action, just watching the fire from the other side.

In the chaos of the fight, many officials were killed, but the greatest losses came from the guards and ordinary soldiers. Blood flowed down the deck of the observation tower, dyeing the sea red.

The fighting continued, Ji Cheng and his men did not move, and neither did King Jing and his loyalists and people from the Jianghu. Soon, Ji Liao was the only one left among the few imperial guards, and the soldiers and horses brought by King Jing were still surrounding the observation tower.

"Ji Cheng, please abdicate. This will make things better for everyone."

Prince Jing, guarded by many assassins, once again came before Ji Cheng, still with that gentle smile of a winner on his face.

"Uncle Wang, don't forget that the red cannon is still in my hands."

As soon as Ji Cheng finished speaking, the muzzle of the red cannon began to squeak and pointed at King Jing and his men, as if the cannon would be ignited as long as Ji Cheng gave the order.

"I didn't expect that your people even learned how to use it."

Prince Jing looked at the cannon pointed at him and felt a little uneasy. He didn't expect that there was someone around Ji Cheng who could fire a cannon.

"How about Uncle Wang?"

"Not very good. The cannon has a wide range. If they fire at me, you and the people around you will not be able to escape."

Prince Jing's voice was very loud, and all the warships on the sea were always paying attention to the changes on the lookout, so they naturally heard those words vaguely.

"Uncle Jing, do you think I'm afraid?"

"Humph!"

King Jing naturally knew that Ji Cheng was not afraid of anything, but he was afraid! For this reason, he ordered the people around him to attack Ji Cheng. Now that everyone around Ji Cheng was injured, it was a good opportunity.

Upon hearing the order, the black-clad masters and assassins quickly approached Ji Cheng and his group, and another melee broke out instantly. Ji Cheng was obviously struggling as he protected Wen Ning while fighting the black-clad masters. He looked at Chi Ming, who was standing by and watching, and anger welled up in his heart.

There was no other way, so he pulled Wen Ning up and threw him at Chi Ming, "Aren't you deeply in love with Concubine Ning? At this moment, shouldn't you behave well?"

Chi Ming was speechless as he watched Wen Ning being thrown towards him. He didn't want to get involved in any struggle for imperial power, he just wanted to protect Wen Ning. But as an emperor, since you have your concubine behind you, you should protect her well, why throw her out?

Chi Ming caught Wen Ning and protected him, but did not join the battle. Those black-clad masters were very skilled and vicious, and difficult to deal with, so he still valued his life.

In the melee, even though Ji Cheng's side had the poison thrown out by Wu Yu from time to time to save the situation, they were still at a disadvantage, and the red cannon aimed at the target for a long time but failed.

At this time, Prince Jing was being led by a master in black, constantly moving among the crowd, making it impossible to lock on to his target.

"Your Majesty, this won't work!"

Ji Liao, who was being escorted, watched the situation become increasingly unfavorable and became anxious. The civil servants who were huddled together over there nodded repeatedly because of Ji Liao's words.

"It's a pity that General Zhenhai is no longer here, otherwise he would definitely come to rescue you."

One of the civil servants sighed, and all the officials remained silent.