My System Is Three Thousand Years Early Chapter 419 - 122: Princely Heir, This is Impossible (Please

Tiann Mountain stood silently among the mountains.

The afternoon sunlight was dim, but today’s weather was extrely good, the firmant washed clean like water, a deep blue without dust, the blazing sun suspended in the sky.

"The Princely Heir truly has a good disposition, even wanting to drink wine,"

Zhao Jin said, then suddenly fell into thought, nodding with agreent, "That’s good, after the Princely Heir has had his wine, it will be easier to set off."

"I shall allow the Princely Heir so ti to drink."

As Zhao Jin spoke, he held his hands behind his back, his gaze calmly watching Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang, however, paid no attention to Zhao Jin, drinking one cup after another, his eyebrows sotis furrowed in concentration and sotis relaxed as if pondering sothing.

His gaze had not fallen upon Zhao Jin since the beginning but rather looked in the direction of the Great Zhou Capital.

Cheng Guang was wondering why Emperor Zhou suddenly wanted to act against him.

Although Duke Zhen’s Mansion wielded great power and Emperor Zhou had shown signs of unease before, no matter what, there had never been any indication that the emperor wanted to take action against Duke Zhen’s Mansion.

Now, even if action was to be taken against Duke Zhen’s Mansion, Cheng Guang thought that according to Emperor Zhou’s character, he wouldn’t be so anxious to strike at him—this was an attack aid directly at the vital points of Duke Zhen’s Mansion.

There was no intention of leaving any leeway from the start.

Why, after all?

Had Emperor Zhou received so intelligence that forced his hand?

Cheng Guang pondered in his heart, yet he couldn’t figure out the reason. Just a mont ago he had asked Zhao Jin, but Zhao Jin did not tell him.

Asking Zhao Jin nicely seed like it would be of no use.

He would have to resort to so other thod.

At this thought, Cheng Guang sighed, alcohol rising to his head, a drunken flush spreading over his exceedingly handso face.

At the sa ti, the wine in Cheng Guang’s jug had all been drunk.

Cheng Guang wasn’t much of a drinker to begin with, so the jug didn’t contain much in the first place.

Seeing Cheng Guang finish his wine, Zhao Jin finally said, "Princely Heir, would you like another drink?"

Zhao Jin appeared extrely solicitous.

He was not worried that Cheng Guang could escape from his hands at this mont.

With the restrictions laid down, unless a Sky-Man actively investigated, no one would realize the restriction he had set, nor what happened within it.

Everything had been executed flawlessly.

In Zhao Jin’s view, even if a Sky-Man noticed the restriction and tried to break it, it would take a great deal of ti, enough for him to kill Cheng Guang hundreds of tis over. Find adventures at empire

As Zhao Jin’s voice faded, Cheng Guang ignored him, simply putting down his wine cup and shaking his head, "No need, too much drinking harms the body."

"Zhao Jin, if you are going to act, you might as well do it now."

Zhao Jin nodded again, his mouth shut, not saying anything further, a cold light flashing in his eyes as he silently stared at Cheng Guang.

He lifted his hand slightly, a terrifying aura brewing in his palm, just as he was about to do sothing.

Inside the Flying Boat, many guards, who had been secretly observing everything, were desperate. As Zhao Jin was about to make his move, they couldn’t help but stand up, each rushing out to stand in front of Cheng Guang.

Soone shouted in a stern voice:

"Zhao Jin, how dare you lay hands on the Princely Heir!"

"What vile intentions are you harboring!"

"If Your Majesty learns of your actions, I fear he won’t spare you!"

Besides the guards,

Qing Luan was also frantic, her hand tightly clenched, her long fingernails digging into her flesh due to too much force, a faint trace of blood erging.

Zhao Jin raised his hand, Divine glossiness flashing around him, he looked at the unflappable Cheng Guang, then at the guards standing in front of him, chuckling and shaking his head:

"Princely Heir, your guards are indeed utterly loyal, daring to co out in the face of ,"

"However, whether they co out or not, the outco will be the sa."

As Zhao Jin spoke, he shook his head slightly, the dreadful aura in his palm growing ever stronger.

The divine glow on Zhao Jin’s body flickered incessantly, the previously clear sky suddenly filled with rolling dark clouds, silver snakes dancing wildly within them.

It was as if the heavens and earth within this bowl were stirred by Zhao Jin’s Divine Power.

The winds changed, the clouds moved.

All the guards on the Flying Boat, sensing the aura emanating from Zhao Jin, imdiately showed expressions of despair and collapse.

Zhao Jin was a Ninth-order Martial Emperor Realm powerhouse; even though he was a eunuch with sowhat weaker blood and vitality than the average man, thanks to practicing martial arts exclusive to eunuchs, he managed to make up for it sowhat.

In a battle within the sa realm, Zhao Jin might not be the best.

But to those below, he was practically invincible.

"Go."

Zhao Jin waved his hand, and the silver snakes wildly dancing in the sky surged towards his body like a flood.

As they were about to touch Zhao Jin’s body, following his wave,

The silver snakes sped towards the guards in front of Cheng Guang.

On the Flying Boat.

The technique Zhao Jin deployed had yet to touch anyone,

But just from his aura and pressure, everyone’s faces turned pale.

The silver snakes flew rapidly toward the guards, transforming into beams of silver light that arrived in an instant, carrying with them the might to destroy gods, slay immortals, and even shatter the very void, sweeping over the people!

For the guards who stood before Cheng Guang, the sight unfolding before them left their minds blank, devoid of all emotions except for despair and helplessness.

Despite feeling utterly powerless, they still didn’t flee but stood firmly in front of Cheng Guang, forming a human wall.