Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 260 - 162: Don’t Joke About the Throne!

After returning from Sumeru Mountain, Zhao Yi always felt like he had forgotten something.

But he couldn’t remember what it was for a while.

On top of that, being struck by the tribulation thunder and fire was driving him crazy.

So, Zhao Yi just forgot about it.

It wasn’t until the protagonist suddenly appeared, yelling about killing, that Zhao Yi finally remembered.

The time was about right.

That wretched Su Qianqian should have awakened by now.

Zhao Yi’s mouth twitched as his brain raced, realizing he had miscalculated.

If he had known the protagonist would come so quickly, he would have hidden in the Little World for a couple more days.

Looks like the protagonist was indeed disgusted to the extreme.

No sooner had Zhao Yi returned from Sumeru Mountain than the protagonist immediately followed.

If he hadn’t been pushed to his limits, there’s no way he’d be this efficient.

Clearing his throat, Zhao Yi tentatively asked, "Who are you? What do you want? If it’s money you want, just take it, but please don’t hurt me!"

With those words, the protagonist immediately bristled. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He tightened his grip on the dagger and gritted his teeth, "You bastard, even at this moment, you’re pretending not to know me?"

The protagonist was a few years younger than Zhao Yi and a head shorter.

When the protagonist, frantic with rage, pressed against Zhao Yi’s back, the posture was indeed somewhat ambiguous.

At least, that’s what Miaoyin saw when she came over, and it made her eyes widen in disbelief.

"What’s going on between you two?" Miaoyin asked, puzzled.

She knew how tough Zhao Yi’s body was.

Forget the dagger, even a guillotine couldn’t cut a single strand of his hair.

The protagonist should have known that too.

Back in Yao Family Town, Zhao Yi had used his sheer physical strength to shield the protagonist from tribulation thunder.

So what was the protagonist’s intention with the dagger at Zhao Yi’s neck?

Miaoyin was momentarily stunned, then noticed the dagger in the protagonist’s hand, and mused, "Is this some new game that’s trending?"

With a face full of indignation, the protagonist exclaimed, "Ask him what he did!"

"Ah!" Zhao Yi sighed.

He turned slightly, slipping out from under the blade of the dagger.

The protagonist didn’t continue the chase.

Seeing this, Miaoyin became even more certain of her suspicions.

Something was definitely off between these two!

Zhao Yi glared at Miaoyin, then solemnly faced the protagonist, frowning, "I eliminated your father’s murderer for you and resurrected the one you love most, Su Qianqian. I’ve done so much for you, I thought you’d be grateful!"

"Grateful to you?"

The protagonist seemed to hear the world’s biggest joke, almost losing control of his emotions, "You’ve caused me so much suffering, and you have the audacity to want me to be grateful? I wish I could tear you to pieces."

Miaoyin, quick to react, understood the grudge between the two the moment she heard the protagonist speak.

She winked at Zhao Yi, also curious to see how he would weasel his way out of this.

"Believe it or not, I did it all for your good."

Zhao Yi put on an innocent expression.

Seeing this, the protagonist couldn’t help but clench his teeth, grinding them audibly.

He growled, "You think you can harm me like this and say it’s for my own good? Do you take me for a fool?"

Zhao Yi, sensing the protagonist’s fury, remained unconcerned.

Now that the Dragon God Technique had been restored and the Zhao clan’s bloodline curse lifted, the protagonist no longer had any value to him. He couldn’t care less what the protagonist thought.

As for the protagonist reaching the Tier Ten Void Realm?

Too bad.

The Zhao clan’s greatest skill isn’t anything else but mass-producing experts.

Just while Zhao Yi was being struck by the lightning, several hundred of the Zhao clan’s ancestors had already broken through to the Tier Ten Void Realm.

Zhao Yi could simply open the Little World and summon hundreds of people for a group battle at any time.

If the protagonist didn’t know his place, Zhao Yi could easily have him beaten until even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.

"Think what you want, there’s nothing I can do about it," Zhao Yi said in a very nonchalant manner.

Upon hearing Zhao Yi’s words, the protagonist’s eyebrows shot up instantly.

"This is outrageous!"

The protagonist exploded, gripping the dagger tightly and thrusting it viciously at Zhao Yi’s vital spot.

This was not the show of force from before when it was just a gesture at Zhao Yi’s neck.

This time the protagonist’s strike was swift and ruthless, clearly out of genuine anger.

But it made sense.

Because what Zhao Yi had just said was truly infuriating.

Lacking the strength to do anything about it was one thing.

But the protagonist was now at the Tier Ten Void Realm.

The protagonist thought of himself as the strongest in the world.

For Zhao Yi to humiliate him like this.

This was intolerable!

The protagonist had already been holding a grudge against Zhao Yi, and now with this new and old hate combined, he showed no mercy once he made a move.

Boom!

The speed of the dagger was too fast, slicing through the air with a series of explosive sounds.

"Hurry, hurry!"

The protagonist saw Zhao Yi standing there as if scared stiff, and a hint of delight flashed in his eyes.

The hand gripping the dagger trembled slightly, as if the protagonist could already see the blade slicing through Zhao Yi’s skin, with the scene of blood spurting out about to unfold.

He was very excited.

He had always been at a disadvantage at the hands of Zhao Yi before.

This was the first time he could take revenge on Zhao Yi.

The protagonist couldn’t wait to see Zhao Yi begging for mercy in pain!

"Watch out!"

Miaoyin Zhenren exclaimed in surprise.

However, just as she was halfway through her words, the protagonist suddenly disappeared.

Miaoyin Zhenren was momentarily stunned, then immediately reacted.

She asked in surprise, "Did you put him into your little world?"

Zhao Yi nodded, then swept his consciousness through the little world, immediately taking in everything happening inside.

The great ancestor "Zhao Xuan" and a group of Zhao family’s old ancestors were all sitting cross-legged, healing their wounds.

The protagonist suddenly fell from the sky, startling these people.

Seeing so many people at once, the protagonist was also startled, thinking they were Zhao Yi’s ambush helpers and instinctively attacked them.

"Zhao Xuan"’s cultivation realm had already stabilized. Sensing the aura of the protagonist’s attack, he immediately detected that he was also a great cultivator at the Tier Ten Void Realm.

"Zhao Xuan" uttered a light exclamation, flashed to the protagonist’s side, blocked his dagger, and asked curiously, "Little guy, I sense the aura of the ’Dragon God Technique’ on you. Whose child are you? Did that brat Zhao Yi let you in?"

The protagonist’s successive attacks were all blocked by "Zhao Xuan," immediately understanding the huge gap between himself and the person in front of him.

This gap was not only in cultivation realm but also in combat experience.

The protagonist had no formal combat experience, his only experience being the rough tactics learned while being pursued by Xuanzhen Temple and the Imperial Clan Court; compared to an ultimate great cultivator like "Zhao Xuan," who had immersed himself in the path of cultivation for a lifetime, the difference was like night and day.

"Who are you all?"

The protagonist, knowing he couldn’t win, straightforwardly placed down his dagger and surrendered.

"I was fooled this time!"

The protagonist spoke coldly, "I’ve been tricked by that bastard again; do what you want—kill me or let me go—if I frown, I’m no hero!"

"Zhao Xuan" raised a brow, "Which bastard are you referring to?"

"Who else could it be?" The protagonist gritted his teeth, "Isn’t it the Crown Prince of Great Xia, the Young Clan Leader of the Zhao family, that son of a bitch Zhao Yi!"

Hearing this, the other Zhao family’s old ancestors immediately perked up, all surrounding the protagonist, eagerly questioning him.

"Little guy, what did that brat Zhao Yi do? Tell us, we’re all your old ancestors here. If that brat really went too far, we’ll give him a good beating to vent your anger!"

"I want to beat him too; I’ve long been fed up with that little bastard! Ugh, my bones still hurt!"

"That brat truly has no conscience, even duping his own ancestors. Worse than the great ancestor in his youth! Oops, great ancestor, I didn’t mean you..."

"Quick, young man, spill the beans! That damned kid tricked us too; we were just looking for a reason to teach him a lesson. Let’s hear how he fooled you, and settle both old and new scores together!!"

Listening to the chatter around him, the protagonist roughly understood the situation and asked in surprise, "Are you all the Zhao family’s ancestors?"

"Indeed we are," they laughed heartily.

The protagonist was shocked.

He didn’t doubt these people’s authenticity as members of the Zhao family because due to the "Dragon God Technique," there was a special connection between the Zhao family’s bloodline.

When the protagonist first entered the little world, he sensed the familiar aura on "Zhao Xuan" and others, confirming their identity.

What stunned the protagonist was the sheer number; there were at least hundreds of thousands of people here. If they were all ancestors of the Zhao family, how strong was the power and foundation of the imperial family of Great Xia?

The protagonist finally understood the underlying confidence of Zhao Yi’s wanton behavior.

"No wonder that bastard didn’t care about the cultivation realm, killing the Four Seas Dragon Race on a whim and wiping out the Buddhist Sect at Sumeru Mountain as he pleased!"

Thinking of this, the protagonist frowned.

His eyes scanned the Zhao family’s old ancestors with doubt, feeling a peculiar sensation from their fervent gazes.

The expressions of these people didn’t seem to align with a shared misfortune or a common enemy, but rather as if they enjoyed tearing apart each other’s umbrellas in the rain, bringing mutual misfortune.

"My conflict with that bastard started over a woman."

After some hesitation, the protagonist decided to clear things up in front of the Zhao family’s ancestors.

Other grievances were one thing, but regarding the wrongful accusation of seducing the Crown Prince Consort, the protagonist felt the need to prove his innocence before the Zhao family’s ancestors; otherwise, he could not rest in peace!

The protagonist started from that bowl of white porridge, recounting the events leading up to the incidents under Sumeru Mountain, where Zhao Yi used Yao Su’s body for Su Qianqian’s spirit to return.

Simply repeating these events filled the protagonist with bitterness and resentment.

He looked up at "Zhao Xuan," with a face full of bitterness, and said, "Great ancestor, speak fairly, was I wrong to want to kill him?"

"Zhao Xuan" was silent for a moment, then patted the protagonist’s shoulder with a sigh and said, "Good boy, you were not wrong! That damn bastard went too far, you’ve suffered!"

The other Zhao family’s ancestors all voiced righteous indignation, loudly agreeing that the protagonist’s actions were justified while harshly criticizing Zhao Yi’s behavior.

"That bastard was indeed outrageous!"

"Zhao Lin, you’re too indulgent! The nasty things that kid did were unmatched, even the great ancestor in his youth couldn’t hold a candle to them, and you just say he’s excessive? You’re too biased!"

"The great ancestor is right, this child did suffer! With the things that bastard Zhao Yi did, I felt a chill down my spine just hearing them!"

"This kid isn’t bad at all! Oh right, little guy, do you want to kill that little bastard Zhao Yi and become emperor yourself?"

As soon as these words came out, the little world fell silent.

The protagonist felt a tightening around his neck, as if countless terrifying fierce beasts were simultaneously fixing their gaze on him.

A sense of impending danger suddenly surged in his heart!

The protagonist abruptly recalled a popular nursery rhyme circulating in Shengjing City:

"You can play, you can joke, but don’t joke about the throne."

The protagonist instantly became alert.

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