“Huh?”

“Why is it Lao Dou showing up?”

Hongjige looked blankly at Guan Ya. Yang Zheng's sudden move surprised not only the enemy but also confused his allies.

“What does Lao Dou mean?”

Guan Ya lowered her voice, “I don’t know, ignore it for now. Go, keep an eye on those assassins, be ready to strike at any moment.”

She used her eyes and gestures to point out the seven assassins in the crowd one by one.

The Controller of Massacre, Xiao Yuan, and Xie Lingxi tacitly changed clothes, taking off their elaborate and gorgeous dresses and putting on ordinary people’s clothes.

Sun Miaomiao spat out the level 6 Wraith, Yin Chuanmei, and then used a secret method to condense all the spiritual servants into a long whip, which she heavily lashed on Jun Chuanmei, ordering, “Pull them into the illusion.”

The beautiful and charming Yi Chuanmei groaned and crawled on the ground, "Thank you, Master, for your grace, thank you, Master, for your grace. Master, whip me once more."

The women in the carriage all looked at Sun Miaomiao, seemingly not expecting her to be this kind of Sun Liushui.

Sun Miaomiao's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly explained, “The spiritual servant that Yuanshi Tianzun gave me only works when I whip her. What does Yuanshi Tianzun's perversion have to do with me?”

As she was making excuses, Yin Chuanmei had already floated out of the carriage and began to secretly influence the seven assassins.

The Master of Massacre, Xie Lingxi, and Xiao Yuan changed their clothes, opened the car door, got out one by one, and mingled with the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Except for the Master of Massacre, Xiao Yuan and Xie Lingxi were merely transcendent. Those who could ambush and assassinate the muddle-headed emperor in the crowd must be masters of the Saint realm (Minor Grandmaster).

But it didn't matter. The advantage of The Way of the Extraordinary was the wide variety of props. They could launch unscrupulous sneak attacks.

As long as Yin Chuanmei pulled the assassins into the illusion, anyone who wasn't Mountain God would be done for.

At this time, the crowd stirred. Seeing Yang Zheng forcibly stopping the sacrificial ceremony, the people who had lost hope had a glimmer of hope in their eyes, and the fire of hope was rekindled.

A city defense army general at the Minor Grandmaster level led three soldiers forward, clasping his fists in a cold and stiff manner, “Chancellor Yang, please, don’t make things difficult for this humble officer. The National Preceptor and so many people are watching.”

The implication was that with the National Preceptor in charge, you couldn't make waves. With so many people watching, if you didn't want to lose face, you should step aside.

Yang Zheng kicked the general in the chest and abdomen. The speed was so fast and the force so strong that the Minor Grandmaster didn't react at all and was sent flying like a sandbag. He rolled and rolled after landing, stopping only after rolling a dozen meters.

Even the civil and military officials in the ranks became restless. The city defense army, who was responsible for stopping the people and maintaining order, turned their heads in shock and looked at their superior officer struggling to get up.

"Clang!"

The general directly drew his saber, his face twisted, half from pain and half from embarrassment turning into anger.

Seeing this, Zheng Wenhan no longer tolerated it and directly tore off his mask, shouting, “Yang Zheng is disobeying the imperial decree and plotting a rebellion. Quickly capture him. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!”

The general sneered and rushed over with the ranks of soldiers.

"How dare you!"

Zhang Yuanqing tore off an entire piece of skin as thin as cicada's wings from his cheek, and said loudly, “I am the current Emperor. How dare you commit regicide?”

The general, who was leading his subordinates with sabers, suddenly stopped and looked at Zheng Wenhan!

"Your Majesty," the officials were even more restless. Even these officials who had been floating in the officialdom for many years were a little confused at the moment. How could Grand Academician Yang Zheng suddenly become His Majesty?

Among them, Zheng Wenhan's confidants looked at each other, choosing to wait and see, or remain silent, or pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Zheng Wenhan said sternly, “Bold madman, daring to impersonate His Majesty and disturb the sacrificial ceremony. Where is the dignity of the imperial family? Come, quickly kill this fiend!”

These words were addressed to the assassins off the field, signaling them to act.

Zhang Yuanqing put his right hand into his bosom, opened the item bar, took out a square, bright yellow, and exquisite jade seal, held it up high, and shouted with a momentum no less than Zheng Wenhan's, “The Imperial Seal is here!”

His other hand took out a jade pendant with two dragons of the same texture from his "bosom," staring at the officials, “Do you not recognize the Imperial Seal? Do you not recognize my personal jade pendant?”

"Is it really His Majesty?"

"Why is His Majesty here?"

The ministers who didn't know the truth were shocked and then bowed one after another, shouting, “Greetings, Your Majesty.”

Zheng Wenhan's confidant ministers could only bow along with them.

Only Zheng Wenhan stood awkwardly, not knowing whether to kneel or not, his eyes frequently looking at the people outside the square.

Why hadn't the Divine Sharp Army taken action yet?

His arranged assassins were also silent.

Not good!

As a master of intrigue, Zheng Wenhan knew that his arrangements had been resolved by the muddle-headed emperor. Since the assassins didn't appear at the first moment, they would never appear.

Huh? He actually disguised himself as Chancellor Yang and sneaked in...

Wang Beiwang thought that the muddle-headed emperor was timid and didn't dare to show up in person, so he entrusted Yang Zheng to stop him.

He was still cursing the muddle-headed emperor for being confused in his heart just now. How could Yang Zheng stop him without a proper name?

"Is that really the dog emperor?"

"Burning infants,昏庸无道, he will surely be punished by heaven!"

"Muddle-headed emperor! Muddle-headed emperor!"

At the edge of the square, the capital's people were in an uproar, scolding and accusing endlessly, not afraid of being convicted of disrespect. They were used to scolding.

Since Zhao Shun ascended the throne, accusations and scolding from the people had never stopped, and the court turned a blind eye, never punishing them. The Imperial Academy even condoned students criticizing the emperor in banquets, poetry gatherings, and other places where they could talk freely.

Young students also regarded criticizing the emperor as politically correct and demonstrating their own integrity.

Listening to the noisy voices of the people, listening to the unbridled voices cultivated under his own deliberate condoning, Zheng Wenhan's heart moved. Now that anti-imperial sentiment was high, he could completely follow the will of the people, take the opportunity to denounce the muddle-headed emperor, and abolish Zhao Shun's throne.

As long as the National Preceptor supported him, everything could be accomplished effortlessly.