After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"Hahaha……"

The sixth prince laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

The second prince pointed his longsword at the palace wall and said:

"I was worried that the Grandson of the Emperor would be difficult to deal with, but I didn't expect him to seriously injure my father."

"This is secret assistance!" the Sixth Prince exclaimed happily.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The Mahayana sect and the rebels raised their arms and shouted, and the entire imperial city could hear them clearly.

All the people stayed indoors, afraid to go out.

On the palace wall.

The ministers' expressions grew increasingly grave, and they whispered amongst themselves.

"The Imperial Grandson has actually rebelled against Empress Wu!"

"Yes, we were originally counting on him to come to the emperor's aid!"

"If he supports the Martial Emperor, this rebellion may not succeed."

"He severely injured the Martial Emperor, so his stance is clear enough."

"Alas, the throne is about to change hands!"

……

There are four members of the royal family who are above the seventh-rank Grandmaster.

Apart from the Emperor himself, the three of them stood opposite him.

The abdication of the throne seems inevitable.

One emperor and one courtier.

When a monarch changes, no one knows whether they will still be a minister in the court tomorrow.

Their gazes darted back and forth between the Empress and the two princes.

He was pondering in his heart which side to side with.

With the blessing of the dragon vein, the Martial Emperor could have been invincible.

However, he was seriously injured.

In terms of pure cultivation level, the Eighth Prince is undoubtedly the highest.

However, he was far away in Wansuhai, seemingly uninterested in the struggle for the throne.

The remaining two are the Second Prince and the Sixth Prince.

The Second Prince has the support of the Mahayana Sect and is backed by various sects of the Immortal Alliance.

The sixth prince has the Netherworld Clan as his backer and also commands a large army that protects the imperial city.

The two appear to be evenly matched in strength.

however.

In any case, many ministers had already moved behind the fourth prince, increasing their distance from Empress Wu.

These people clearly didn't think highly of Empress Wu.

"puff!"

The Martial Emperor was agitated and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"I, I, I..."

His fingers trembled as he pointed at the two princes, and he roared.

"Even if I die in battle, I will not pass the throne to my three rebellious descendants!"

The Third Prince and the Fifth Prince exchanged a glance.

His eyes revealed an unexpected surprise.

Could it be that the opportunity has returned?

The second prince and the sixth prince, acting in tandem, put on a two-person act:

"Father, it's all for the sake of the Great Qian Dynasty's eternal foundation!"

"That's right. If our Zhou family's grandmasters fight to the death, won't the country fall into the wrong hands?"

Hear this.

The Emperor remained silent for a moment.

The surprise in the eyes of the Third Prince and the Fifth Prince also faded.

If the Martial Emperor and the other three were to die in battle, the royal family would be without a Grandmaster to oversee them.

Given their level of cultivation, they certainly cannot secure the stability of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Any other sect could easily wipe them out with just a half-immortal.

"Father, among the three evils, choose the lesser one."

The fourth prince advised, "Why don't you pass the throne to Prince Yi?"

"I...I'll beat you to death, you unfilial son!"

Empress Wu broke free from the support of her ministers and waved her hand to strike the fourth prince.

Seemingly aggravating his wound, he clutched his chest and coughed violently, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Chancellor Zhou She, Imperial Censor Xu Jie, and other ministers also offered their advice.

"Your Majesty, please take care of your health!"

"Your Majesty, perhaps you should..."

"You shall... designate the next monarch."

"Yes, Your Majesty, designate it!"

"I second the proposal!"

The ministers' words sounded rather subtle.

The next monarch can be designated either by appointing a crown prince or by directly abdicating and handing over the throne to a more worthy successor.

The implied meaning behind the words.

It was clearly an attempt to persuade Empress Wu to abdicate.

……

Prince's Mansion.

In mid-air, a light screen projected the scene of the Martial Emperor spitting blood.

"Your Highness, the Martial Emperor is seriously injured!"

Si Xuan said in shock.

If Zhou Yi hadn't said that we should wait for the big fish to be caught in the net...

He couldn't contain himself any longer and rushed out.

"The acting was a bit over the top," Zhou Yi said with a calm smile.

During their last encounter, he sensed that the Martial Emperor was indeed seriously injured.

However, it's not as bad as it looks.

acting?

A hint of surprise flashed in Hu Die's and Si Xuan's eyes.

"In the Great Qian Dynasty, the Mahayana Sect in the east is committing atrocities, and the Underworld Clan in the west is courting death."

Zhou Yi said, "The Martial Emperor has been planning for many years to lure them all into the imperial city and wipe them out in one fell swoop."

"Oh, so everything is under the Martial Emperor's control." Si Xuan finally felt relieved.

"That's not all."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly. "I'm afraid he underestimated his opponent's strength."

"For example, Zhu Anshi is actually a half-step terrestrial immortal?" A look of solemnity appeared on Hu Die's face.

Zhou Yi nodded.

Si Xuan looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

Wasn't that guy's Heavenly Soul and Earthly Soul imprisoned by Zhou Yi and Hu Die, which is equivalent to him being dead?

Emperor Wu underestimated his opponent, and was destined to suffer a crushing defeat.

In addition, there's the mysterious mastermind hiding behind the scenes.

Wouldn't the situation become even more unfavorable?

Hu Die and Si Xuan's hearts tightened involuntarily.

The opponents are getting stronger and stronger.

Your Highness, can you handle this with ease?

……

The ministers joined in the coup attempt.

The Martial Emperor remained resolute and said:

"I would rather die a thousand deaths than pass the throne to my rebellious descendants!"

Outside the palace gates, the Second Prince and the Sixth Prince, their patience exhausted, said in unison:

"Father, for the sake of the Great Qian Dynasty, we cannot blame your son!"

The voice just fell.

Behind the Second Prince.

The Mahayana Buddhists shuddered.

A jet-black evil spirit emerged from each person's body and hovered above their head.

Behind the Sixth Prince.

With a wave of their hands, the Netherworld warriors sent a white, ghostly spirit floating above each of their heads.

One or two misfortunes, or even death, are already enough of a headache.

Now, the two monsters have actually rallied into a large army.

On the palace walls.

The ministers trembled with fear, their hearts breaking.

The evil spirit, once possessed, will turn against its own family and kill anyone it sees.

Death; to touch it is to perish.

If this were to float onto the palace wall, there would be no chance of survival.

"Rebel!"

The Emperor roared, "You...you want to massacre the imperial city?"

"Haha, Father, you're right!" the Second Prince nodded.

"Hand over the imperial seal and abdicate the throne!" This was the sixth prince's final ultimatum.

"Otherwise, I'll make everyone in the city and the palace pay with their lives!"

While talking.

Tens of thousands of evil spirits blazed with flames in their eyes.

Tens of thousands of undead, their white teeth clenched together, making a "crunching" sound.

The sight before them sent chills down the spines of everyone on the palace walls.

"Hurrah!"

All the ministers knelt down in unison.

Zhou She and Xu Jie each clung to one of Emperor Wu's powerful allies.

With their lives and property threatened, they stopped being tactful and began to plead in unison:

"Your Majesty, abdicate!"

"For the sake of all the people in the city!"

"For the sake of all the royal offspring in the harem, Your Highness the Consorts!"

For everyone!

"Your Majesty, please abdicate the throne!"

……

"You, you..."

The Empress's trembling hand pointed at the rebels outside the palace gates, then at the ministers kneeling on the palace walls, demanding the abdication of the emperor.

at last.

He coughed up another mouthful of blood, and his momentum waned.

The imperial aura of conquering north and south and expanding territory has vanished without a trace.

At this moment, Emperor Wu was disheartened, resembling a dejected old man.

"it is good……"

He forced out a few words through gritted teeth, "I, the Emperor, will abdicate!"

With great effort, the Emperor raised his head and glanced at the distant streets and alleys of the imperial city, and the palace behind him.

In a resentful tone, he gave an order to his personal eunuch:

"Go and fetch the Imperial Seal!"

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Seal has arrived!"

The voice just fell.

His personal eunuch then presented the imperial seal from behind him, carrying a tray.

"..." The Martial Emperor's clenched fists trembled slightly.

This is……

They were already prepared to force him to abdicate.