After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

Everyone present was looking at the scene in front of them in horror, especially when they saw the evil eunuch Nanyang Yao holding up Wang Fengyu's head high, they couldn't help but gasp.

Nanyang Yao grinned, revealing a creepy smile, as if nothing in the world could scare him anymore.

"Huh, you talk too much nonsense!"

Nanyang Yao snorted contemptuously, and then said, "I know the truth that the winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits. Killing a bandit who can only talk is no different from killing an ordinary poultry."

After saying that, he suddenly threw Wang Fengyu's head in his hand towards those noble families who lived a life of luxury, scaring everyone so much that they scattered and hid.

Eunuch Nan, who had just thrown the head out, looked at everyone with disdain on his face and said coldly: "Hmph! You are just a bunch of pampered and ignorant trash!" His voice was like ice, which made people shudder.

Then he shouted again: "Who else?

Who else dares to express dissatisfaction with the emperor's decision?

If you have the guts, stand up to me bravely!"

These roars seemed to shatter the hearts of everyone present.

At this time, Nanyang Yao's hand, which had just thrown out the head, slowly stretched out, revealing two slender fingers.

The finger was like a nimble snake tongue, gently and slowly stroking the extremely sharp blade. As the finger moved, the blood that was originally stained on the blade was wiped off bit by bit, and the blade gradually returned to its original bright color, radiating cold light, reflecting on Nanyang Yao's angular face, making him look even more indescribably evil and terrifying.

At this moment, the silent Emperor Jiade finally spoke. He said to Nanyang Yao in a nonchalant and seemingly casual tone: "Okay, young man, don't act so impulsively."

Emperor Jiade's words were the best instructions for Nanyang Yao, who looked crazy at the moment but was actually extremely calm.

Seeing the tip of the knife in Nanyang Yao's hand drooping, Emperor Jiade nodded with satisfaction, and no longer paid attention to Nanyang Yao, but turned his attention back to the people from the five major families.

His face was as gloomy as water, and he said slowly: "Today is the hundredth day of my little twenty-seventh prince's birthday. It should be a great day full of joy and peace.

I really don't want to start a massacre here today, lest this happy occasion be ruined."

His eyes, as if he were looking at dead objects, slowly swept over the people of the five great families who were in a state of panic on the bed. After a pause, Emperor Jiade continued, "I have just made it very clear. Considering the contributions made by the noble families in the past, I will naturally not kill all of them.

However, I will never be merciful to someone like Wang Fengyu who is ignorant of good and seeking his own death, and I will definitely help him.

As the saying goes, 'He who knows the current situation is a hero', among all of you, is there anyone who wants to follow in Wang Fengyu's footsteps?"

In line with Emperor Jiade's words, the tip of the knife in Nanyang Yao's hand slowly slid across the ground, making a harsh sound. In the eyes of these people, it sounded as terrible as a death knell.

Seeing the frightened people from the five great families, Nanyang Yao, with half-dried blood still splattered on his face, smiled and asked, "Who did Wang Fengyu ask to do it just now?"