In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

Inside the solemn and majestic Zhao State Palace, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if even the air itself had frozen.

More than ten high-ranking civil and military officials of the Zhao state stood in neat rows in the main hall.

Their faces were solemn and their expressions serious, all their eyes fixed on the figure in front of them, dressed in a magnificent crown and robes—King Zhao.

Surprisingly, the usually aloof King Zhao was now standing respectfully beside his throne.

This unusual behavior aroused suspicion among the ministers present.

The crowd's gaze slowly moved toward where King Zhao was standing.

Finally, it landed on that broad and majestic throne.

At this moment, the person sitting there was actually a person wearing a scarlet mask!

This person exuded an invisible pressure that made people afraid to look directly at his face.

Although the ministers present were filled with curiosity and questions about this mysterious figure, no one dared to ask any questions in the tense and oppressive atmosphere.

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional soft breathing sound.

Just then, a general from the Zhao state suddenly pointed at Ying Ziqing, who was sitting on the throne, and exclaimed in surprise:

"Crimson armor, the might of a tyrant..."

You! You're the head of the Qin army's bad squad?!

At this moment, the others also realized that the only person who could make King Zhao stand respectfully to the side was the fierce and intimidating Qin general!

But shouldn't the Commander of the Bad Guys be commanding troops on the border of Zhao? How come he's in the power pyramid of Zhao?

How could their king stand on the side like a servant?

"Bad Commander! Qin and Zhao are at war now, and you still dare to show your face in the Zhao royal palace! Even if you are fierce and powerful, you will not return alive!"

"Boom"

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth.

Immediately afterwards, the generals who had charged ahead were seen to have been struck a heavy blow.

Their bodies flew backward without any resistance, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale.

Finally, the bodies of these warriors crashed heavily against the huge pillars of the palace, producing a series of dull thuds.

What was shocking was that their bodies were severely twisted and deformed the moment they came into contact with the pillar, each one a gruesome sight, clearly lifeless.

This sudden turn of events left the other ministers present speechless.

Their eyes widened in astonishment; they had never expected such a situation to arise.

For a moment, the entire palace fell into a deathly silence.

However, things didn't end there.

Before the ministers could recover from their shock, an even more immense and overwhelming pressure descended upon them like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

The pressure was incredibly heavy, as if a giant mountain had pressed down on everyone's shoulders, making it impossible for them to bear its weight.

One by one, the ministers' bodies began to involuntarily prostrate downwards, their knees bent, their hands supporting them on the ground, unable to move an inch no matter how much they struggled.

At this moment, Ying Ziqing's golden eyes, which seemed to disregard all living beings, swept over the Zhao ministers below and let out a faint sneer.

His smile immediately sent a chill down the spine of the King of Zhao standing beside him.

"King Zhao, are these the so-called traitors?" Ying Ziqing asked in a detached yet mocking tone.

traitors...

The officials below looked puzzled and confused upon hearing Ying Ziqing's words.

They were the pillars of the Zhao state, how did they become traitors?

They all turned their gazes toward their master, the King of Zhao.

"Reporting to the commander, it was these people, it was they who carried out the attack against you..."

King Zhao did not hesitate at all, his face full of a fawning and ingratiating smile.

The King of Zhao's words left the ministers, who had been under immense pressure, bewildered and incredulous.

Ying Ziqing smiled with satisfaction, then casually took out a long sword from his spatial storage and threw it in front of King Zhao, saying with a chuckle:

"Since you are the king of Zhao, then you shall personally execute these traitors."

King Zhao gritted his teeth inwardly, hesitated for a second,

He picked up the longsword from the ground and walked toward the courtiers who were prostrate below.

He dared not show the slightest hint of reluctance on his face, fearing that the capricious and unruly commander would take the opportunity to cause trouble.

He approached the assembled officials, sword in hand, amidst their incredulous gazes.

"Don't blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourselves for having such wicked thoughts about the incomparably noble commander."

The King of Zhao raised his long sword with trembling hands, aiming it at the head of a minister.

puff!

With a swift stroke, the knife fell, and a head rolled away!

P.S.: As the saying goes, once the Laba Festival is over, the New Year is just around the corner. You guys should be going to buy New Year's goods, right? Share some with me (for free food and drinks).