Chapter 868: Resisting Imperial Might

【Audience expectation value +4】

【Current expectation value: 45%】

Several lines of text flashed before Chen Ling's eyes simultaneously, but he had no time to care. The imperial might from the very top of the Ancient Imperial Treasury was like a mountain, pinning the three of them tightly into the thick snow!

Broken snowflakes flew in the cold wind. Chen Ling supported his body with his hands, his fingers digging deep into the snow, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Truly a long-lost... disgusting feeling."

It wasn't the first time Chen Ling had been suppressed by imperial might. Back in the era archive, Ying Fu had used imperial might to make him unable to breathe. Now, entering the Ancient Imperial Treasury, this scene had repeated itself... Only this time, the imperial might was even more terrifying!

Chen Ling detested imperial might; the feeling was like someone pressing his head down, forcing him to kneel before them. Ying Fu hadn't succeeded in making him kneel back then, and naturally, Chen Ling wouldn't kneel to those Emperor remnants now.

Amidst the flying snow, Chen Ling's hot breath grew faster and faster. The bright red opera robe struggled to stand up bit by bit under the imperial might, like a giant carrying a mountain, his feet sinking deep into the snow.

"Damn it... what is going on?!"

Jian Changsheng, pinned into the snow, gritted his teeth. While supporting his body like Chen Ling, veins bulging on his neck, he roared in a low voice.

"They want to kill me," Chen Ling replied in a low voice amidst the wind and snow.

"Are they sick?! If they want to kill you, why suppress the two of us too!!"

"You were the one who conferred the title [Actor Emperor] on Red Heart, and we both entered with him, so we're probably considered his 'subjects'..." Sun Bumian was also panting heavily nearby.

Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng both had the [Blood Robe] of the Soldier Divine Path to support them, so they could barely resist the suppression of the imperial might, while Sun Bumian only had the Actor Divine Path, and his state was worse than the other two.

But as his small round sunglasses were shaken off onto the snow, his pupils, nested with rings, seemed to be stimulated by the imperial might, actually rippling gently!

A trace of reincarnation aura emanated from him, the hem of his black and red Tang suit fluttering in the wind, and he actually resisted the imperial might!

The imperial might was as vast as a mountain; the wind and snow surged in wails.

The red opera robe stabilized its posture bit by bit amidst the dancing snow, slowly raising its head, a pair of pupils glaring at the firmament above.

"Are you... really that afraid of me?"

In an era where no [Emperor] had appeared for hundreds of years, a monster with Imperial Fate had appeared out of thin air;

he possessed the thoughts of a modern person and, from the bottom of his heart, did not recognize the governing philosophy of feudal Emperors;

he wore an opera robe and carried a knife,

carrying an "apocalyptic" aura that any human would fear,

breaking into the Ancient Imperial Treasury uninvited, saying he wanted to kill Emperors, and a moment later, he was about to ascend to the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" where the Emperor remnants resided...

How could those four hundred and seventy Emperor remnants not be afraid?

It was like a family living peacefully when suddenly a terrifying alien monster arrived, putting on stiff human skin while muttering about destroying the Earth, then casually using a fingerprint to unlock the front door and walking in swaggeringly while licking its lips...

Now this alien had been hit by a car and thrown out the door, but it hadn't died; it had stubbornly pressed its eyeball against the peephole and said to the family inside, "Are you really that afraid of me?"...

And so,

the vast imperial might from the firmament grew even more vigorous!

The red opera robe let out a muffled groan, his knees forced back into the snow, and Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian beside him almost fell face-first into the snow...

Jian Changsheng's pupils were gradually invaded by bloodshot veins. His breathing grew heavier, and under the frantic stimulation of the imperial might, an ancient killing intent drifted out from his body!

In that ancient killing intent, a figure filled with the disdain of imperial might, holding a weapon, sharp enough to pierce the firmament.

Swish—

The young figure in the Tang suit stood straight up from the snow lazily and casually, using his palm to brush back the black hair on his forehead, and let out a helpless, long sigh...

A pair of colorful Waking Lion pupils completely occupied the original human eye sockets. Sun Bumian seemed to have become a different person, his aura becoming unfathomable in an instant, like a dragon in the clouds.

Like the misty smoke after a firecracker explosion, it drifted from his body. In that smoke, firecrackers popped like continuous thunder, and gongs, drums, and cheers seemed to span thousands of years, surging from the void...

Behind him, there seemed to be thousands upon thousands of figures with hands pressed together, standing in the fireworks of the human world, whispering:

"Good luck and peace, year after year."

Sun Bumian stood in the mist and the sound of gongs and drums, like a god of good fortune from the human world. The vast imperial might was completely dissolved by the prayers of the people, flowing lightly past his side.

Finally,

the vivid, striking vermilion opera robe in the center of the two slowly stood up.

Countless scarlet pupils opened in the void behind him, filled with annoyance and anger at the imperial pressure. As Chen Ling's lips parted, an "apocalyptic" aura drifted out:

"——GET OUT!!!"

BOOM—!!

Three auras intertwined frantically, actually shattering the vast imperial might falling from the firmament. Brilliant, dazzling fragments of imperial might, like golden, hot snowflakes, fell one after another from the sky...

A bright red opera robe, a black leather jacket, and a simple Tang suit stood calmly amidst the broken snow and imperial might, like three statues standing tall between heaven and earth.

Several kilometers away from them.

The thick snow and soil shifted slightly, and a bandaged head, like a small flower quietly growing in the mud, silently emerged...

He stared blankly at the fragments of imperial might dancing all over the sky in the distance and the three vaguely standing backs, remaining silent.

……

BOOM—!!

A thunderous roar came from the sky, and the boy in hempen clothes and the others, who were gritting their teeth and moving forward in the wind and snow, were shaken!

They looked at the sky in unison. A brilliant, dazzling golden divine pillar pierced the firmament, descending from the sky like a god's hammer smashing into the human world... The vast imperial might rolled, and everyone was shocked by this scene!

"That, that is..."

"Is it a miracle?! A miracle has appeared! I told you this was some very powerful treasury!!"

"What a terrifying pillar of light, it actually pierced the sky?"

"Is it my imagination? Why do I feel like there are people under this pillar of light? It looks like they were beaten down from the sky."

"That's impossible. Such a miracle has appeared, how could there still be people... Even if there were, they've probably been beaten to death by now."

“……”

The aftermath of the imperial might echoed in the air. To these ordinary children, it was undoubtedly a miracle. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but feel a sense of worship and submission, and some had already knelt down with a thud.