"Really?" Long Yin's eyes shot out a glow of excitement and thrill.

"Of course." Wang Xiaoqiang smiled playfully.

Long Yin suddenly gained courage, and boldly got up from the ground, driving the Power of Dao to collide with Long Xiang.

Long Xiang was already seriously injured. He had no strength left to resist, let alone fight against the powerful Power of Dao.

With a boom, the Power of Dao crashed into his head but didn't kill him, only knocking him unconscious to the ground.

"Trash!" Wang Xiaoqiang kicked Long Yin to the ground. Then he walked to Long Xiang, stepped forward, and stomped on Long Xiang's lower body, directly crushing his testicles.

Ah!

Long Xiang let out a miserable scream, waking up in pain, panting heavily, his face ashen and full of resentful hatred. He shouted, "If you have guts, kill me!"

Wang Xiaoqiang smirked contemptuously, kicked him up in the air. Long Xiang drew an arc in the air, smashing heavily against the wall and falling down, spraying several mouthfuls of blood, dying.

Nine Princes, eight are dead, only one Long Yin remains!

Although Long Yin hated Wang Xiaoqiang the most, Wang Xiaoqiang decided to spare him because he knew that among the princes, Long Yin was the most cowardly one, as evident when he knelt to beg for mercy earlier.

Such a timid and fearful person can't even kill anyone, what kind of trouble can he cause?

At least keeping him around won't pose any future problems.

That's why Wang Xiaoqiang chose to spare him.

Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at Long Yin with contempt and amusement, saying, "Don't just lie there like a dead pig, go change your clothes..."

"Yes, yes... Thank you, Grandpa Qiang, for sparing my life..." Long Yin felt like he received a great pardon, immediately getting up and walking out, but before he left, Wang Xiaoqiang warned him, "Don't attempt to escape, staying in the Imperial Palace is the safest, and don't have any crooked thoughts, or I'll make you wish you were dead..."

Long Yin trembled in fear, turned back, knelt again and promised with a head bow before he crawled away.

The Guest Elders and Personal Guards brought by the princes, seeing their masters were dead, had already vanished without a trace. Wang Xiaoqiang didn't bother them, instead, he called his Personal Guards to carry the corpses and clean up the scene.

Lotus Princess and Princess Hua Shao had mostly recovered from their injuries by this time, and stood up from the ground, looking at the bodies of the princes being carried out, feeling a vengeful satisfaction mixed with a bit of sadness.

Wang Xiaoqiang remained calm and indifferent; so what if they were princes? Without power, they're no different from ordinary bandits, not worth lamenting.

Besides, these princes were all lacking in cultivation base, simple-minded, yet absurdly arrogant and dismissive of everyone, such people couldn't be a Sovereign, right?

If they really ascended to become Emperor, wouldn't they just ruin the country?

Outside, the Civil and Military Officials, having seen the princes who had just been vigorously fighting for the throne turn into cold corpses being carried out one by one. They couldn't help but gasp, their legs shaking.

Wang Xiaoqiang dared to kill even princes, and what about them!

Moreover, before Huang Ce died, they all had impeached Wang Xiaoqiang, remembering this made them even more frightened, standing there pale-faced, some cowardly civil officials already quietly retreated.

Wang Xiaoqiang strode like a dragon and tiger out of Yellow Dragon Hall, seeing a civil official attempting to flee, he shouted, "Civil and Military Officials, kneel and listen to orders."

The civil official who was about to escape trembled, collapsed on the ground, then climbed up and knelt back down. Crawling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

Officials who hadn't fled were also intimidated by Wang Xiaoqiang, kneeling one after another, in the end, only one civil official and one martial official didn't kneel.

The two stood there with resolute expressions.

These two, one was civil official Qiu Ji, who had been the most intense in impeaching Wang Xiaoqiang before, the other was the martial official named Tenggao who was the most defiant of Wang Xiaoqiang.

Seeing the two not kneeling, Wang Xiaoqiang waved the Heaven and Earth Whip in his hand, throwing it towards them, civil official Qiu Ji was knocked to the ground, yelling in pain,

while Tenggao grabbed the end of the whip, yet unpreparedly got stung by the reverse thorns on the whip, cried out in pain and let go, glaring angrily at Wang Xiaoqiang, proudly saying, "Grandpa doesn't yield to you, if you have guts, kill Grandpa."

"Let's see whether your bones are harder or my whip is harder!" Wang Xiaoqiang spoke, waving his hand, and the Heaven and Earth Whip struck again.

Tenggao raised his right hand, supporting the Soldier Aura Barrier, and dodged to the side.

He possessed the Seventh Soldier Realm of the Immortal Sage cultivation base, his movement technique was swift.

Wang Xiaoqiang whipped three times in a row but failed to hit.

Wang Xiaoqiang halted, took out the Spirit Fixing Disk and tossed it, the disk soared into the sky, casting a light curtain that enveloped Tenggao, tightened, binding him tightly.

Tenggao roared like a trapped beast, but was unable to move.

Wang Xiaoqiang sneered, waving the whip, lashing at Tenggao.

For the first whip, Wang Xiaoqiang imbued the Heaven and Earth Whip with a layer of Elephant Qi, cracking of the whip broke Tenggao's Soldier Aura Barrier,

then continued whipping...

Whap!

Whap!

...

Each lash landed on Tenggao...

This whip is not an ordinary whip; it's a Magic Treasure, it's not meant for whipping mortals, if mortals were whipped by it even once, they'd definitely lose their life.

It's meant for whipping Immortals! Or rather, used against cultivators.

Using the Heaven and Earth Whip to beat cultivators equals imposing brutal torture.

The snapping sound of the whip was incessant.

Each time the whip struck, a shocking blood mark appeared on Tenggao's body; with each lash, Tenggao let out a miserable cry, and with each of his cries, the officials' bodies trembled involuntarily.

In the end, Tenggao was whipped to shreds, his entire body was bloody, resembling a blood-man, his voice also became hoarse amidst the screams.

This torture is far crueler than a single blade killing; after a frightful ordeal, those ministers broke out in sweat, their faces white as paper.

Wang Xiaoqiang pondered for a moment, deciding those ministers couldn't be killed, killing them would mean having to elect again, too troublesome, better to keep them for continued use for convenience, but these old ministers are all unruly, if not scared with martial power, they won't really listen.

Seeing Tenggao never opened his mouth to beg for mercy, Wang Xiaoqiang released the Patterned Beast, which followed its master's whim, pounced forward, and swallowed the bloodied Tenggao whole.

A living person turned into a blood-man, a blood-man instantly entered the beast's belly.

Tenggao's muffled scream gradually disappeared in the beast's bloody mouth, the officials trembled violently, shivering uncontrollably.

The weak civil officials directly collapsed on the ground. Sweat drenched their whole bodies, their faces pale as gold-paper, seeming as if utterly exhausted.

After swallowing Tenggao, the Patterned Beast leaped before Wang Xiaoqiang, prostrating like a child, raised its head, bellowing with a presumably unsatisfied tone. Wang Xiaoqiang patted the beast's head, laughingly said, "Good boy, I know you're not full yet, don't worry, there are plenty of clueless ministers here for you to eat..."

Upon hearing this, the officials collapsed frightened, even those martial officials were no exception, those martial officials mostly held positions through connections, occupied high posts, usually with no wars to fight, always basking in comfort, although possessing cultivation base, they didn't experience life and death struggles or the baptism of wars, they couldn't withstand such bloody scenes. Scared out of their wits, they couldn't handle it.

Wang Xiaoqiang saw this and sneered contemptuously, pointed at the old minister Qiu Ji, demanding, "Qiu Ji, do you yield?"

Qiu Ji, being a civil official, his cultivation base was negligible, after the fright, had collapsed on the ground long ago, when asked, he responded in panic, "I yield, I deserve to die!"

"Hmm, it's good that you yield, I won't kill you, get up, all of you get up!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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