The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

With the Cen and Chu families leading the charge, the other family heads glanced at each other and finally raised their hands one after another. Their hands trembled slightly in the candlelight, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

"Okay, okay." Fu Zhanxiong nodded, and the pearl curtain of the crown tassel swayed gently with his movements.

He smiled faintly, "To be honest, I didn't expect you old stubborn people to nod your heads." His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the dragon throne. "I have already offered this toast, but you are the ones who don't want to drink it."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

The group of dancers and musicians retreated like the tide, and the sound of their footsteps was particularly clear in the silent hall.

The candlelight suddenly dimmed, making Fu Zhanxiong's face even gloomier. "Since that's the case, then drink the penalty wine."

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Bring the things up to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of guards with swords ran out from all directions, and then stood in front of the eight major families, and handed the swords to the young masters in unison.

He Qingfeng looked at the knife in the guard's hand, his brows furrowed. "What does your Majesty mean by this?"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sudden, sweet, fishy sensation in his throat. The next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing onto the carpet in front of him, staining it dark red.

He wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at the bright red on his palm in disbelief, and suddenly looked up at the king.

"To be honest, the Jiayao you all ate just now was poisoned. The higher your cultivation level, the slower the poison will take effect. But don't worry, I have ordered a sufficient amount of poison. It is colorless and tasteless, and no matter how high your cultivation level is, you can't resist it."

Sure enough, the rest of the people began to vomit blood one after another, and then they became weak and fell to the ground.

However, the father and daughter of the Chu family were fine.

Chu Ying chanted "Amitabha" twice in her heart.

They were fine simply because they remembered what the fifth princess said last night: the king was so kind to others and must have something to ask for.

She originally wanted to listen to the serious matters first before picking up her chopsticks, so as to avoid failing to complete the task and disappointing the king.

Now that’s good. I didn’t expect the king to be so cruel and plan to wipe out all eight major families.

No wonder the system said there was danger at the banquet tonight... She and Jiang Yingxue always thought there would be assassins, but they didn't expect that the biggest danger would be the king!

It really is a Hongmen Banquet.

Chu Ying was about to sigh when her father suddenly pressed her head down. Chu Zhenghong lowered his voice: "Stupid, pretend first..."

Cen Hanwen was the one with the highest cultivation level among all the people. Although sweat had begun to form on his forehead, he was able to keep his balance.

"What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Cen Hanwen's voice echoed through the hall like a bell. "What good would it do you to poison us?"

Fu Zhanxiong raised his hand lazily, and the pearl curtain of the crown tassel swayed gently: "I said," his voice was a little careless: "I don't want unfaithful people."

As he spoke, he pulled a jade bottle from his sleeve and waved it in the candlelight. "Young Masters, I have eight detoxification pills in my hand that can save your lives. As long as you kill your father, become the new head of the family, and pledge allegiance to me, I will give you the detoxification pills."

Upon hearing this, the young master of the Zheng family immediately knelt down with a plop and said, "Your Majesty!"

His voice was filled with tears: "You are doing this just to make us go to war, so we will go to war." He kowtowed heavily and said: "Please give me and my father the detoxification pill."

"This prince has already given you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. It's too late to regret now. I advise you to act quickly, or you'll die before you even start. Then, there will be no one left in your Zheng family."

"Simply despicable!" Cen Hanwen roared, his hands rapidly forming seals. A sudden gust of wind blew through the hall, and the candlelight flickered violently. However, just as he mobilized his spiritual power, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, staining his shirt red.

"Dad!" Cen Yizi rushed forward and supported his staggering father.

The king laughed heartily from above. "This poison is no ordinary poison. Not only is it colorless and odorless, making it invisible to you, but even more powerful is that once the poisoned person mobilizes their spiritual power, it can catalyze the poison, causing it to penetrate deeper."

"How despicable..." Cen Hanwen gasped with difficulty and grabbed Cen Yizi's shoulders with his last bit of strength.

His fingers turned white from exertion. "Dad used to resent you for being so timid and uncomfortable around people. I never thought that one day, your temper would save your life..."

Cen Yizi felt uncomfortable because there were too many people at the dinner party, and he had eaten too much in the previous two days, so he had no appetite and didn't eat anything today.

Therefore, he became one of those who were not poisoned.

"Dad! Hold on!" Cen Yizi's voice was tinged with tears. He looked at his father's pain, and his eyes instantly turned red. The candlelight in the hall turned bloodshot in his eyes. He could no longer care about anything else. He quickly formed seals with his hands and used the Cen family's secret technique.

His fingertips glowed, and a complex spell took shape in the air.

A strange aroma suddenly filled the hall, and the ground began to shake slightly. A purple poisonous toad leaped out of thin air, its skin covered in strange patterns, and its eyes glowed with a faint purple light.

"My king, please give me the antidote, otherwise I will have to steal it."

The candlelight in the hall was almost flickering due to the sudden pressure of spiritual power.

Fu Zhanxiong's voice sounded particularly harsh at this moment: "Hey, Young Master is threatening this king?"

He leaned on the dragon chair and played with the jade ring, "But you are only at the foundation building stage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four personal guards beside the king took a step forward.

"But all those around me are Yuanying-stage masters, so I don't need poison to kill you. But since you've started to threaten me, there's no point in keeping you here. Go ahead!"

"Yes!"

One of the guards responded and came down, the silver sword in his hand suddenly cut through the air and pointed directly at Cen Yizi's neck.

Cen Yizi's purple toad immediately jumped in front of its master, quickly opened its big mouth, and swung out its long tongue like lightning, accurately hooking the guard's silver sword.

Waves of poisonous gas quickly climbed up the sword and seeped into the guards' sleeves.

The guard's face changed when he saw this, and a sinister smile flashed in his eyes. He twisted the silver sword in his hand suddenly, making a violent friction sound, and cut off the purple toad's tongue. Blood plasma instantly sprayed onto Cen Yizi.

The purple toad screamed in pain. Cen Yizi couldn't bear it and quickly took the purple toad back.

Seeing this, the guard couldn't help but frown: "How can you be worthy of being the head of a family if you are so soft-hearted? You might as well die now."

After saying that, the guard suddenly rushed towards Cen Yizi, his sword flashing like lightning and with a fierce momentum.