"What?!"
Bei Chen Yong's steps froze in place.
Boom!
The heavens and earth seemed to collapse.
Bei Chenheng moved. He stretched out one hand, and a tremendous, holy might surged outward for thousands of miles, overwhelming the entire imperial city. With a casual flick of his fingers, Bei Chen Yong was lifted into the air.
In the Saint Lord realm, Bei Chen Yong was considered nearly invincible.
But facing a Saint, he had no strength to resist.
It was an absolute suppression.
The gap between the two was enormous—not only in terms of lifespan but also in strength. Even the most brilliant and talented genius could never challenge a Saint Lord at that level.
Because,
The difference between a Saint Lord and a Saint was a fundamental transformation!
"Let... let go!"
Bei Chen Yong's face flushed, and fear began to rise in his heart.
For the first time in his five thousand years of life, he truly felt the threat of death. He knew his son well; Bei Chenheng was just like him—capable of doing anything.
"I... I am your father! Your life... was given to you by me!" Bei Chen Yong yelled.
"Heh."
Bei Chenheng scoffed. He tightened his grip and calmly replied, "That's why I'll spare Father Emperor's life."
"You... you dare?!"
Bei Chen Yong's eyes bulged, and he shouted angrily.
"What would I not dare..."
Bei Chenheng was about to speak when a sharp, piercing voice suddenly tore through the sky, echoing across the entire imperial city.
"Protect the Emperor!"
"Hurry, protect the Emperor!!"
"The Ninth Prince has rebelled!"
"...."
Liu Zhen, hiding in a corner, urged all his true essence and shouted loudly.
"Mm?"
Bei Chenheng furrowed his brows. He flicked out his hand, summoning a vast celestial dragon formed entirely from sword light. The dragon's tail lashed out, turning Liu Zhen and the palace in front of him into fine ash.
Though Liu Zhen died, his dying cry had served its purpose.
Inside the imperial city,
Streams of light shot up into the sky, and countless soldiers rushed from all directions, surrounding the space in a dense formation. The combined aura created a tangible pressure that thickened the air.
A casual glance would reveal dozens of Saint Lords among them.
Some were from Bei Chenheng's clan, others were imperial worshippers, or guest elders.
They arrived at the scene and, upon seeing the situation in the palace, were left in chaos.
The Ninth Prince actually had the God Emperor by the throat, holding him suspended in the air.
What was happening here?
Patricide?
"Is the Ninth Prince really rebelling?"
"Could it be fake? Doesn't this scene speak for itself?"
"Bei Chenheng is going too far. This action will surely make all the sacred lands laugh at our Tianyin Empire!"
"From the Ninth Prince's aura, it seems he has already reached the Saint realm. At such a cultivation, it's not unreasonable for him to become the God Emperor. Besides, the current God Emperor has been in power for over five thousand years—it's time for him to abdicate."
"After this, no matter the outcome, it will be a stain on the Tianyin Empire."
"The Tianyin Empire has no shortage of stains! Let's not forget how the eight princes mysteriously disappeared!"
"You mean...?"
"Speak carefully!"
...
Many of the worshippers and guest elders were discussing among themselves.
They didn't care who became the God Emperor. After all, they were outsiders, and the internal affairs of the empire were none of their business. As long as the empire provided them with resources to cultivate, that was enough.
But the members of the Tianyin Imperial Clan thought differently.
Some believed Bei Chenheng's actions had insulted the royal family's dignity. Others felt it was only natural. Even more were secretly plotting to replace him.
However, regardless of what anyone thought,
No one dared to take a step forward.
They were all watching.
More importantly, they were wary of Bei Chenheng's cultivation!
He had already reached the Saint realm.
If the ancestors did not intervene, no one here would be a match for Bei Chenheng. Even if they all rushed forward, they would be swatted to death with a single slap.
"It seems..."
Bei Chenheng swept his gaze over the crowd, then turned his head slowly, speaking with quiet authority. "Heaven's will and the people's hearts do not stand with you."
"It's time for Father Emperor to pass on. Don't make your eight brothers wait too long!"
With that,
Bei Chenheng raised his other hand.
"Stop... Stop!"
Bei Chen Yong roared, struggling violently. His true essence rumbled within him, desperately trying to break free from the restraints. Unfortunately, Bei Chenheng's hand was like solid steel—unyielding.
He could only watch helplessly as Bei Chenheng's finger gently pressed against his dantian.
Pfft!
A soft sound.
It was as though a water bubble had burst. In an instant, Bei Chen Yong's cultivation disappeared, his energy evaporating completely. Without his cultivation, he became completely weak.
His already aging body could no longer even stand up straight.
Bei Chenheng's hand relaxed.
Boom!
With a heavy sound, Bei Chen Yong fell from the air, his body almost lifeless. He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end, only two words escaped.
"…I… hate…!!"
A light breeze blew through.
Bei Chen Yong's final words, still hanging in the air, were scattered by the wind.
In that moment,
The entire imperial city fell silent.
The cold, murderous atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's chest, making all present feel a chill run down their spines. As they looked at Bei Chenheng's back, a trace of fear began to rise in their hearts.
Bei Chenheng stood still, as if waiting for something.
Everyone here knew exactly what he was waiting for.
At this moment,
Although Bei Chen Yong's cultivation had been shattered, if he were treated immediately, with some luck, he might survive for another ten days or so. With worse luck, maybe just a day or two.
But now,
Bei Chenheng stood there, unmoving. Who would dare to save him?
Everyone could only watch as Bei Chen Yong's remaining lifespan slowly ran out.
His fall,
In a sense, could be said to be tied to Bei Chenheng, but it could also be seen as unrelated.
After all,
Bei Chenheng had only crippled his cultivation; he hadn't killed him. He simply stood there, motionless.
So...
Patricide.
This title, it was unlikely anyone would dare to place it upon him.
Even if someone had such a thought,
They would not dare to voice it.
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