Time Travel: The Survival of Li Zhi

"You traitors... all deserve to die!"

The emperor's cold and stern voice exploded in the Qianqing Palace. Before he finished speaking, Wang Ling beside him shot out like an arrow.

He moved so fast that only a shadow remained. His skinny figure created a gust of wind as it passed over the ground, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Duan Gang.

Duan Gang only felt a flash before his eyes, and before he could react, he saw Wang Ling's hideous face with tears streaming down his face.

The eunuch, who usually had a hunched body, now stood straight with a crazy bloodshot look in his eyes.

"Bang!!!"

The dull crashing sound caused dust to fall from the beams of the hall.

The broken steel was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and the burly body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the Panlong Golden Pillar heavily. A sweet taste in his throat spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the severe pain of broken ribs made him curl up on the ground.

The big sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"what?!"

Lin Tianshan's face changed drastically. He didn't expect Wang Ling to suddenly attack.

Moreover, Wang Ling's skills were completely different from his previous ones. The speed and force of his explosion were so fast that it could not even break the steel. Even he himself would have found it difficult to react instantly and resist.

Before he could think about it, Wang Ling's figure was approaching like a ghost, and his skinny palm went straight to his face with the sound of breaking wind.

Lin Tianshan roared angrily, and black mist spread out as his palms flew, instantly enveloping Wang Ling.

However, the next moment, the black fog suddenly split open!

Wang Ling tore through the smokescreen with his bare hands, his fingernails cracked and blood seeping from the cracks. But the pain, piercing through his fingers and radiating through his heart, didn't seem to slow Wang Ling down for a moment. He lunged at Lin Tianshan like a madman.

However, as one of the ten guardians of the Yeyou Division, Lin Tianshan's strength can even be ranked among the top three among the guardians. Such strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

Seeing Wang Ling tearing through the black fog and rushing towards him, Lin Tianshan was shocked in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

He took a step forward and faced Wang Ling, punching him hard.

"boom!"

Lin Tianshan only felt a brutal force spreading along his arm, which made his blood surge, while Wang Ling was hit on the forehead by the fist. He staggered back several steps, with blood oozing from the corner of his forehead, but he did not even stop to breathe, and charged forward again.

"Mad! This eunuch is crazy!"

Lin Tianshan was shocked and angry. He and Wang Ling were both old servants of the palace, so they knew each other well.

In the past, even without the suppression of national destiny, Wang Ling would definitely not be Lin Tianshan's opponent. But now, Wang Ling was able to ignore the suppression of national destiny like them, and his life-and-death fighting style made him feel a little restrained.

What Lin Tianshan didn't know was that Wang Ling really wanted to die.

Because, just now, while talking with Duan Gang and the others, the emperor secretly smeared his own blood on Wang Ling's back, wanting to use his blood to help Wang Ling resist the suppression of national destiny.

For the emperor, only when Wang Ling's strength is not suppressed can he save himself from trouble.

But for a eunuch like Wang Ling, the master was willing to injure himself for his own sake, even smearing his precious blood on his body. This was the master's grace and honor to him...

But! It was also his dereliction of duty!

The only way for Wang Ling to atone for his sins is to fight to the death and kill all the traitors!

"Ahem...how is it possible..."

Duan Gang clutched his chest and struggled to his feet. He looked at the fearless Wang Ling with disbelief in his eyes. He couldn't help but growl, "How could you ignore the suppression of national destiny and attack with all your strength?"

The Emperor stood with his hands behind his back, his face pale and weak. He looked at Duan Gang coldly and sneered, "You can use the blood of Zhao Bao, a member of the royal family, to offset the suppression of national destiny in this palace. Don't you think I have any countermeasures?"

He glanced at the pale Zhao Bao, and said with a tone of biting sarcasm, "It's just that I didn't expect that my own brother's blood would become a weapon for your rebellion."

Zhao Bao's lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

Duan Gang and Lin Tianshan hurriedly looked at Wang Ling's back, only to see that there was a large area of ​​blood on Wang Ling's back.

They were extremely shocked. They didn't expect that the emperor was so insightful and could see through their method of avoiding the suppression of national destiny so quickly.

Li Zhi, who was hiding outside, only understood at this moment why the Sun Shang he met before was not very powerful but could ignore the suppression of national destiny.

But even Li Zhi did not expect that the emperor would be so decisive.

The emperor obviously only knew how to use the blood of the royal family to offset the suppression of national destiny, but he did not know how to use blood to outline the corresponding inscription. Therefore, he directly chose the simplest and most brutal method.

That is to use more blood, purer royal blood to achieve the same effect!

Wang Ling's back soaked in blood was enough to prove how much blood the emperor had used to prevent Wang Ling from being suppressed by the country's destiny.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Ling burst into tears and decided to commit suicide.

As a royal slave, he would rather die than let the emperor lose so much blood!

Wang Ling, who looked like a madman, withstood Lin Tianshan's attack and squeezed in front of Lin Tianshan. He pushed forward with both palms and hit Lin Tianshan's chest directly.

"Boom—"

A black mist burst out from Lin Tianshan's chest.

The moment the black fog appeared, it dissipated instantly.

Lin Tianshan's face turned pale, and he stumbled back, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He roared in shock and anger: "Broken Steel! Why are you still standing there!!"

Duan Gang finally came to his senses. He knew that if Lin Tianshan really died here, their subsequent actions would be greatly affected. He was also very clear about the principle of "the lips and the teeth are cold".

So, he didn't dare to continue watching the show. He took a deep breath and forced down the surging blood in his body.

Just as he was about to reach out to grab the sword that had just fallen from his hand, an extremely sharp wind suddenly came from the side, so fast that it made his scalp numb!

Broken Steel's heart suddenly tightened, and an unprecedented fear surged through him. But he was a fierce warrior from the Night Patrol Division after all, and the instincts honed by years of swordplay made him subconsciously turn his head to dodge.

Just as he turned his head, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air exploded in his ears like lightning!

The sound was like the scythe of the god of death, instantly passing by his ears and bringing a biting chill.

The next moment, Duan Gang felt a chill in his ear, followed by a sharp pain.

Before he could even react, blood gushed out of his ears like a fountain, splashing on his cheeks and clothes, forming shocking blood flowers.

The severe pain hit him instantly, and he couldn't help but let out a shrill scream!

Duan Gang quickly reached out and covered his ears tightly. When he did so, he realized that half of his ear was gone!

"who is it!!"

Duan Gang roared and looked up. In his blurred vision, he saw that the heavy vermilion gate of the Qianqing Palace had been pushed open at some point.

The bright moonlight poured in like a silver waterfall, outlining a tall figure at the door. The green tights he was wearing shone coldly in the moonlight.

The man's sharp eyes were fixed on Duan Gang like cold stars, and he slowly uttered a word.

"Your humble servant, Li Zhi, is late in coming to your rescue... Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"