The Supre Wisdom imprinted His exclusive spiritual mark upon the Chongming people, making the entire Chongming nation unable to disobey His commands.
Should they defy, with just a thought from the Supre Wisdom, He could instantly erase a life of a Chongming person, or even the nation of Chongming itself.
Now, with the Emperor’s Order issued, the Cangyuan people cannot disobey either.
This ans the Cangyuan Great Priest has done sothing similar to the Supre Wisdom, implanting so kind of mark belonging exclusively to him within the Cangyuan people.
Seeing Ye Wanlan unaffected by the Emperor’s Order, Beirut King’s expression changed: "Damn it! Why are you not affected?"
Ye Wanlan possesses a part of his lineage; even though she is a hybrid, as long as she shares the Atlantis bloodline, it should be impossible for her to escape the influence of the Emperor’s Order!
What exactly is going on here?
At this mont, Beirut King was subtly panicking.
He holds the Emperor’s Order in his hand; even though Lancelot sends all knights forward, he remains fearless, for as long as they are Cangyuan people, they cannot defy his commands.
Yet Ye Wanlan is beyond the realm of being controlled!
"Ridiculous, you have the Emperor’s Order, but our Her Royal Highness the Princess also possesses the Imperial Jade Seal!" Qingyun Pendant retorted with indignation, "The Imperial Jade Seal is a treasure from Ancient Tis, far more precious than your Emperor’s Order!"
Indeed, Ye Wanlan is unaffected by the Emperor’s Order because she carries the Imperial Jade Seal within her.
But her words cast a huge stir in the dead hall, akin to a massive stone dropping into water.
Even Beitang Xinyi and Lancelot exhibited expressions of disbelief.
Let alone other royalty and ministers, and knights who stood dumbfounded, as though petrified, eyes unblinking.
The stature of the Cangyuan Great Priest is far too revered and sacred; while not everyone may have Beirut King’s portrait in their ho, the image of the Cangyuan Great Priest certainly resides there.
What did Ye Wanlan say?
She claid the Cangyuan Great Priest did the sa as the Supre Wisdom?
How is that possible!
The Cangyuan Great Priest is clearly kind and compassionate; he aids the world and shows rcy to the weak. Without him, Cangyuan would have perished to Chongming thousands of years ago.
Lancelot gasped sharply, quickly coming to realization.
This High Priest, the wicked rogue!
He indeed tampered with his body!
At this mont, he felt a chill because, in such a manner, a re thought from the High Priest could take his life.
"Ah, Emperor’s Order." In full view, Ye Wanlan slowly approached Beirut King, "I wondered what gave you confidence, and it’s rely a token."
Since childhood, she was taught that external forces are never reliable, for they may completely vanish one day without notice.
Only by having robust own strength can be the sole foundation to rely on.
Thus, no matter the hardship, she must constantly improve her cultivation and strengthen her physique.
Watching the girl steadily advancing, cold sweat appeared on Beirut King’s forehead. He postured with emptiness: "What are you trying to do! Is this throne that important to you? Having lived in the human world since childhood, what’s the point of desiring Cangyuan’s throne?"
Beirut King couldn’t comprehend Ye Wanlan’s actions.
In his mind, if Ye Wanlan would only peacefully be a princess, he’s not unwilling to grant her more power.
"Do you think being a king is easy? This isn’t child’s play!" Beirut King puffed heavily twice, his voice growing more severe, "You need to manage internal affairs, and engage in diplomacy; do you think that’s easy?!"
He indeed exhausted considerable effort to be a good king.
Ye Wanlan silently eyed him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Yes, since it’s so difficult, why do you persistently cling to the throne, even killing your own wife and son?"
Beirut King’s cold sweat had already drenched his royal robes, biting his teeth hard, sowhat speechless.
He held onto the throne, for it symbolizes the utmost power!
With power, countless subjects bow in submission.
With power, wealth, status, and beauty co with a re gesture.
With power, all within Cangyuan bends to his commands; he can even rewrite history!
How could he possibly be willing to let it go?
"The kingdom is indeed enthralling, how can one not be drawn to stay?" Ye Wanlan smiled lightly, "I relish the feeling of holding power, and the tactile sensation of the throne. The view here is truly magnificent."
Indeed, the high places are cold, but able to stand at the highest, she has already won; why care for the so-called ’cold’?
"Outrageous!" Beirut King roared angrily, "Atlantis never had a woman as Emperor! Don’t you dare!"
Ye Wanlan casually replied: "From now on, there is."
Before the words settled, she had already seized Beirut King’s shoulder.
With just a slight exertion, Beirut King felt acute pain, distorting his face completely.
"You dare kill your ancestor?" He endured the pain, his anger interlaced with fear, "A woman becoming Emperor defies Providence, you lack the capability to govern Cangyuan Country, your duty is to marry and birth heirs, carry on the legacy—ah!!!"
A wretched scream erupted from Beirut King’s mouth, he couldn’t even finish his words.
"Grandfather truly loves jesting." Ye Wanlan’s actions were ruthless, yet she smiled with raised brows, "To achieve great things, even kin can be slain. Isn’t this the principle you taught your granddaughter?"
"You, you..." Beirut King was in such pain he couldn’t utter a full sentence.
In the silent hall, everyone quietly watched this girl committed utterly rebellious acts.
Even though she was in a woman’s body, she harbored the ambition of a million soldiers, with an unyielding desire for global domination.
"Grandfather despises won becoming Emperor, but you are destined to be disappointed." Ye Wanlan was still smiling, "This crown is fated to rest upon my head."
This path, she walked for three hundred years.
She has never been rely a cherished little princess; she is the Empress who Calls the Wind and Summons the Rain.
Beirut King glared with venom, yet he only raged powerlessly, as he was completely under Ye Wanlan’s control, devoid of any ability to act.
He utterly failed to comprehend why this re twenty-year-old girl had such formidable power, this... it simply defies logic.
He also couldn’t understand how Ye Wanlan managed to rally so many people to speak on her behalf within re days.
"Deliberate murder of Beitang Queen and her son, this is one of your cris." Ye Wanlan stated calmly, "Now, I will execute sentence on you."
She raised her hand, directly snapped Beirut King’s left arm without the slightest hesitation, her movents extrely ruthless.
Even Lancelot couldn’t help but gasp sharply.
"Ah—!" Beirut King let out a shrill scream, "High Priest, save !"
"Crack!"
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