The Great Dream God

In front of the magnificent and splendid palace, it stood majestically and solemnly, as if carrying the glory and majesty of the entire empire. The elders of the Senate were standing in it, their faces were terrified as if they were facing the abyss, their voices trembled like leaves in the wind, and they said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the great Emperor, you must have misunderstood!" The endless anxiety and uneasiness revealed in their words spread like ripples in this empty palace.

Princess Ziyang standing aside, with raised eyebrows, proud and unruly eyes, she opened her red lips slightly and said in a disapproving voice: "I don't think I have any misunderstanding. I deeply feel that you have been hiding something from me for a long time. In other words, you have been deceiving the emperors of all dynasties! Those emperors were all played in your hands, like puppets at your mercy. However, I am not those emperors. I am myself, the one and only Princess Ziyang! I am the current emperor and will never be teased by you like this. Therefore, those treasures that you have secretly hidden, quickly hand them over to me! Present me the supreme order that symbolizes supreme authority!" Her voice echoed in the palace, like a thunderclap, shocking people's hearts.

Hearing this, the old man's face was as dark as ink, as if black water could drip out. He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell violently, like a surging wave, as if he wanted to accumulate all the anger in his heart and burst it out. Suddenly, he roared like thunder: "You arrogant man! Are you trying to become the real emperor? Do you want to bypass the Senate? Do you want to have your word be the law? I tell you clearly! In this human empire, you can never have your word be the law! If you have the courage, kill me. I will never hand over the Supreme Order, and those companions behind me will not hand over the Supreme Order either!" His voice was as loud as a bell, deafening, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force.

Princess Ziyang's eyes were as cold as frost, and she stretched out her right hand as fast as lightning, tightly grasping the neck of the elder in front of her. The elder's body instantly left the ground and was suspended in the air. She said in a cold tone: "Okay! Then I will kill you today. Not only will I take your life, but I will also eliminate all the old guys behind you. I will kill you until you obediently hand over the Supreme Order to me, and be honest and dare not disobey in the slightest! I, Princess Ziyang, will let everyone in the world know that my majesty cannot be violated, and my will cannot be violated! I will use iron-blooded means to flatten all obstacles and reach the supreme peak!" Her words were like a biting cold wind, blowing through the hearts of everyone present, making people shudder.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the palace was extremely tense, as if the air was about to freeze. The cold eyes of Princess Ziyang, the angry expression of the old man, and the panic of the elders formed a tense picture. In this power contest, a bloody storm seemed to be coming, and the Supreme Order, which symbolized the highest power, became the focus of everyone's competition and would determine the future direction of this empire.

After saying that, Princess Ziyang's slender jade-like hand suddenly exerted force, as if it contained endless power. With a muffled "puff" sound, the elder's neck was instantly crushed, as fragile as a rotten branch withered in the wind, unable to withstand a single blow. Princess Ziyang looked indifferent, and casually threw the lifeless body on the cold ground beside her like a piece of rag. The corners of her mouth slowly outlined an extremely cold smile, and that smile was like frost in the cold winter, which made people shudder. Her frost-like eyes slowly swept over the group of elders in the Senate in front of her. At this moment, they were all silent, their faces were as pale as paper, bloodless, and extremely ugly, as if their souls had been taken away.

Princess Ziyang spoke slowly, her voice was like the biting cold wind in the cold night, icy and piercing, carrying endless chill: "What choice do you make?" Her voice was long, but like a heavy hammer, it hit everyone's heart hard.

In this dead silence, an elder stepped forward. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, stepping on the cold ground, making a dull sound. His eyes revealed his determination to face death, and his eyes were like burning flames, hot and firm. He took a step forward and said loudly: "If you want to get the Supreme Order of the Senate! Then step over our corpses! Princess Ziyang!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the empty palace, with a resolute momentum, as if it could break through the solemn atmosphere.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in front of the palace suddenly became as heavy as lead, as if the air was about to solidify. The cold eyes of Princess Ziyang and the determined gazes of the elders met in the air, colliding with invisible sparks. The sparks flickered, as if to illuminate the dark palace, but disappeared in an instant, leaving only a suffocating depression.

Princess Ziyang raised her head slightly, a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, but the admiration was instantly replaced by coldness. She sneered, "You do have some backbone, but unfortunately, this can't change anything." Her voice was crisp and cold, like a string of ice beads falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The elder who stepped forward did not back down. He straightened his back and responded loudly: "Princess Ziyang, although you are powerful, the dignity of the Senate cannot be violated! We would rather die than surrender!" His words were loud and clear, echoing in the palace, as if it was a vow, an adherence to dignity.

Princess Ziyang's eyes condensed, and an invisible pressure spread. She said slowly: "Dignity? In the face of absolute power, dignity is nothing but a joke." Her words were full of disdain and ridicule.

The elders' faces became even uglier, but their eyes became more determined. One of the elders gritted his teeth and said, "Princess Ziyang, you will pay the price for what you have done!"

Princess Ziyang looked at him with contempt and said, "Price? I want to see how you can make me pay the price."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the palace became increasingly tense, as if a storm was about to come. The elders clenched their fists tightly, their bodies trembling slightly, but they still stood there firmly, not flinching.

Princess Ziyang looked at them quietly, with a hint of impatience in her eyes. She said, "This princess doesn't have that much time to waste with you. I'll ask you one last time, will you hand over the Supreme Order or not?"

The elders looked at each other, their eyes conveying a firm belief. They said in unison: "Don't even think about it!"

Princess Ziyang's face darkened, and a strong aura emanated from her body, making it difficult for people to breathe. She slowly raised her hand and said, "If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude."