Peace Order-Chapter 1573 - 23: Only Thought It Ordinary Back Then

Chapter 1573: Chapter 23: Only Thought It Ordinary Back Then

The voice of Prince Qin was indifferent and aloof.

No one expected that this Prince Qin would agree directly.

Yes, correct, there’s a connection.

And then?!

Military force and the sharpness of the sword are the foundation for maintaining the effectiveness of strategies.

The most basic and essential reliance for all strategies and tactics is strength.

Prince Qin stepped into the strategy, yet there was no power to sanction him.

That is the biggest problem.

Should the Prince Qin, with fierce generals and strategists under his command, self-censure for the so-called grand righteousness?

Impossible!

Until now, the face of the ’game rules’ was finally torn away, revealing the most essential and effective rules and order of the world to all, making the literary officials suddenly silent, feeling an indescribable oppression, a sense of aloofness weighing down, stalling their breath. They realized that all their means and strategies were like fighting within a room, focusing on order and rules.

However, it is Prince Qin who sets the rules.

Prince Qin walked calmly, descending step by step from the shattered jade stone staircase.

Behind him lay the collapsed and destroyed ancient main hall of the Red Emperor, an abyss of unfathomable depth, and tens of thousands of weapons pierced into the ground. In front were the flowing crowd of civil and military officials, yet as Prince Qin strode forward, this tide of officials irresistibly retreated, thus opening a ravine and a road.

The old order either collapsed or retreated.

The new king stood between heaven and earth.

The sound of Prince Qin’s footsteps was distinct.

His ink-colored robe fluttered, voice indifferent, saying: "The great trend of the world lies with me, with Red Emperor, yet not with you all."

"Rice worms, fat mice."

"How dare you babble here."

The civil and military officials of the past eight hundred years were thus insulted, yet none dared to respond. Prince Qin looked ahead, slightly inhaled, and roared:

"Get out!!!"

With a roar, the civil and military officials were dead silent for a moment. Ultimately, one with a hard backbone said: "Even as Prince Qin, you cannot insult us like this. A man can be killed, but not humiliated!"

"To protect one’s name, nothing more than death!"

"Then go die."

Accompanied by a bland voice, Prince Qin swept his robe.

The weapons stored by the Overlord behind him let out a collective howling sound, an evil qi surged to the sky, a wave of Sword Qi swept through, the thundering sound echoed like lightning, that official’s face turned pale, sat down on the ground, dazed for a while, the Sword Qi tore open and vibrated the void, had it not been for this momentary disarray, it truly would have torn him apart.

The military evil qi was severe for a long time before it dissipated.

He sat there, his legs trembling.

Wearing a meticulously crafted sapphire robe.

Between his legs, a wet patch, with a stench.

Prince Qin sneered: "If you’re not afraid, why are you hiding?"

Seeing Prince Qin was indeed decisive and resolute in killing.

Those who seemed stern and deadly just now, willing to sacrifice their lives for justice, fell into silence for a while, all pale-faced, looking elsewhere, whispering:

"This, since Prince Qin has ordered, then we will take our leave."

Prince Qin said lightly: "I said, get out."

The civil and military officials were silent, then not knowing where it started, bowed their heads in humiliation, hugging their legs, indeed rolling down from that high platform, their once grand robes and official attire covered in dust, looking extremely disheveled, hearing that Prince Qin burst into laughter, heartily, wildly, among all officials there was no hostility or intent to kill, only fear.

The Confucian scholar says, act as one pleases without overstepping the bounds.

Yet there’s still a ’bound.’

Like Prince Qin, is truly acting as one pleases.

The foundation and criterion of the world once, cannot restrain him.

The mouths of the people cannot stop him.

Founding kings, blending kingly and hegemonic way with ease, how can they be restrained by a Confucian Scholar.

Sitting there, Ji Zichang saw the once proud and aloof civil and military officials turning into rolling gourds, one by one tumbling down, the palace behind collapsed, hundreds of officials tumbling ahead, and for some reason, such an absurd scene made him stunned, it’s as if the chains of the king’s identity he bore shattered here, disappeared.

Ji Zichang opened his mouth, suddenly felt these once solemn and dignified things, are so comical.

Comical enough to make him want to laugh.

The palace behind also collapsed, so he really laughed.

A light laugh, a loud laugh.

Ultimately, in that wild laughter, not knowing what he was mocking.

Only exuberance, only satisfaction!

With the palace collapsing, officials rolling out, breaking the gold rope, snapping the jade lock.

The last Red Emperor sat there, his legs spread like a farmers road, laughed heartily, extraordinarily satisfied, actually with a liberty never had before, saw the Overlord, saw the world, saw the heroes, seeing these officials as if seeing insects, just sat cross-legged, quite rudely scolded:

"Roll faster!"

"Hahaha, rolling so slowly, are you racing turtles?!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Hahaha."

Officials were astonished, seeing the Red Emperor sitting there, momentarily like seeing the records in history, that impudent and bold first Red Emperor.

At this moment, this last Red Emperor finally had the spirit of his ancestors.

Prince Qin and Red Emperor thus watched as officials rolled out in the most embarrassing posture.