Chapter 681
Without a doubt, Chen Pingping was an ace, at least he was once an ace . Chen Wuchang, one of the eunuchs in the Palace back in the day, was one of the ranked few, even if he couldn't compare to the incredibly talented Eunuch Hong Siyang . His own martial prowess could not be underestimated .
If he was not a powerful figure, how could he have challenged the powerful Xiao En when the world was in such an unstable circumstance? How could he have created such a sinister Overwatch Council under the eyes of a court full of enemy gazes? If Chen Pingping was not a powerful figure, how could he have led the Black Knights like a black storm across the land to carry out the astonishing thousand li attacks?
However, time and experience were the most effective tools of torment . Too much time had passed . Chen Pingping was already old . Unfortunately, during the attack to bring Xiao En back to the capital, Chen Pingping was heavily wounded . Half his body became crippled . He lost all feeling below his waist . His lifetime of cultivation also went with the wind, without a shred left behind .
This was history that all officials and people of the Qing Kingdom knew about . It was a truth that either made them feel great pity or great joy . When news came out of the Royal Palace to bring Chen Pingping back to the capital, no one, not even Ye Zhong, Gong Dian, Eunuch Yao, Commander Shi Fei, or He Zongwei focused their cautious gazes on Director Chen's body or the black wheelchair he sat on .
They knew Chen Pingping was a cripple . It was impossible for him to have any personal strength . The rightful caution and fear in their hearts were not because of how strong Chen Pingping's physical body was . Instead, it was a difficult-to-resist thought toward the sinister conspiracies in this old cripples head, as well as the incredible strength of the Overwatch Council that he could call on .
Chen Pingping entered the capital alone . With the Overwatch Council under strict surveillance and an important figure within cooperating fully, the major officials around the Emperor all let out a breath at the same time . As long as Chen Pingping was unable to use the dark force tied to his withered fingers, then the Royal Palace was safe .
Precisely because of this judgment, they were not worried that Chen Pingping would do any harm to the Emperor in the royal study . Even if Chen Pingping was still the powerful figure on the black warhorse, he would not have any ability to retaliate in front of the Emperor, the foremost ace in the world . And, as for that black wheelchair? The old Director had sat in this wheelchair for many years . Everyone was used to the existence of this wheelchair . Some even saw it as a part of Chen Pingping .
Habit was a powerful thing, enough so that people could completely disregard it . When Chen Pingping entered the royal study in his black wheelchair, no one, including Eunuch Yao, was alerted by it . This was their major mistake .
Just like them, the Emperor, after having talked for a long time in the dim morning rain, also made a mistake in the moment his state of mind recovered its indifference and calm . When the pale-faced Chen Pingping looked at the snow-white wall of the royal study behind him and quietly called out that woman's name, his state of mind relaxed slightly . Following Chen Pingping's gaze with his own eyes, he missed the movement of Chen Pingping's arms resting on the arms of the black wheelchair .
Perhaps everyone had played a childish and cute game in their childhood . A friend would pretend to see a stern elder or harsh teacher approaching from behind and cry out . Once the friend turned their head, a punch would land on their body .
Such a childish trick was used on the Qing Emperor, the most powerful man in the world . It had to be said, Chen Pingping's thoughts were marvelous, clever, and effective . Perhaps it was because the Emperor's state of mind had been shaken in that moment or because the Emperor's entire person had sunk into a realm of absolute confidence after Ku He and Sigu Jian died and Ye Liuyun went out to the ocean that he did not care about anything and turned his head .
Presently, there should be no one who would be able to hurt this powerful Emperor . Even if Fan Xian, Haitang, Thirteenth Wang, Yun Zhilan, Lang Tao, and the Shadow, all appeared in the royal study at the same time and aimed a fatal blow at the Emperor, the Emperor's expression would probably not change in the slightest .
However, when he turned his head, he only saw a completely empty snow-white wall . His pupils shrank . He turned his gaze back to Chen Pingping in the wheelchair only to see that Chen Pingping's hands, which had been lying on the arms of the wheelchair, were holding tightly to the inner side of the armrests while his forearm pulled back abruptly .
With a crack, the two smooth arms of the wheelchair suddenly split to the side and made a series of wondrous metallic sounds . Following the two simultaneous explosions, two powerful streams of air sprayed out of the two holes that suddenly appeared at the front of the armrests .
Thump! Thump!
Cleanly and crisply, without any hesitation, coolly and coldly, Chen Pingping gripped the arms of the wheelchair, which he had touched for years, and triggered the switch . Countless shards of metal and steel exploded toward the Qing Emperor's body with great force, propelled by the powerful fire powder . The black wheelchair opened up two paths of brilliant and dazzling sparks .
In this world, there was no one who could hurt the Emperor . That did not mean there were no objects that could hurt him . At least, the Emperor and Chen Pingping knew that the long mysterious black chest was certainly a threat to the Emperor . The wheelchair that Chen Pingping had sat on for decades seemed to be demonstrating a similar effect .
This black wheelchair had been carefully crafted decades ago by the palace treasury and the Third Bureau of the Overwatch Council . The pair of firearms that contained countless years of anger had been personally created by the woman who had died long ago .
At that time, Chen Pingping was crippled . She was worried for his safety, so she had mobilized all of her abilities and secretly arranged for him to have the best life-saving treasure . Over these years, the wheels and backing of this wheelchair had been changed a number of times, but this pair of armrests had never been changed .
Many people knew that Chen Pingping had a habitual action of gently stroking the smooth armrests . People close to him, like Fan Xian, knew that when they were silent and alone, the Director liked to use his knuckles to gently knock against the armrests . Each time, the armrests made a hollow sound, like a hollow bamboo . Bamboos had joints, strength, and bones . Chen Pingping did too .
The two blossoms of sparks in front of the armrests exploded . After the two almost simultaneous explosions, the sound of countless shards of metal and fire powder flew toward the Emperor's body rang out with a splatter, like rain hitting sand and hail hitting the ground, creating thousands of little pits and breaking countless Japanese banana leaves .
The royal study filled with smoke . It dissipated with unusual speed . Gradually, the figure of the Emperor on the low couch was revealed .
The Emperor was a Great Grandmaster . In the end, they were not gods . Their bodies were still that of mortal men . Although their minds were powerful, they could not react like a god .
When Chen Pingping activated the trigger on the wheelchair, he was very close to the Qing Emperor . The canister shot that fired from his armrests was unusually powerful and covered half the space . Even if the Emperor flashed away like an immortal, he still could not escape the boundaries of the weapon .
The Qing Emperor did not flash away . He remained sitting on the soft couch while the stone wall beside him was shredded into pieces and shattered bricks rustled down . A few pieces of broken wall hung in mid-air . The low couch beneath his body had already broken in half while the table in front of him had been shattered into wood shards .
Many fine holes and tears appeared in the dragon robe beneath the Emperor . With different shapes and different tracks, the holes appeared to be slightly burnt .
A pair of hands covered his face . The index finger of his left hand was slightly bent while the thumb quirked slightly . The blue porcelain teacup sat between his thumb and index finger without moving a tall . Even the teacup had not shattered, so the Emperor's face was fine .
Everything happened in a brief moment . The qi all over the Emperor's body was substantial . It whistled like the wind while the blue porcelain teacup between his fingers flew into the air with a puff .
With two gunshots, the black wheelchair was pushed back with enormous recoil and slid back at a remarkable speed . The wheelchair screeched against the floor of the royal study like it was going to produce sparks . It crashed hard against the wall of the royal study with a bang .
Chen Pingping's expression was indifferent . His pupils slightly constricted . However, he didn't have time to make any movement before he saw the jade green reflected in his eyes .
With a crack, the teacup flew out of the sky and crashed onto Chen Pingping's frail chest, breaking a number of bones .
Countless pieces of porcelain that had shattered into powder plunged like countless thin needles into Chen Pingping's body . It was painful and itchy, not something mortal men could endure .
A mouthful of black blood sprayed out from between Chen Pingping's lips, wetting his chest . Immediately afterward, a boundless, shapeless, and intangible force of zhenqi surged forward and subdued the remaining meridians in his body in an instant . It controlled the movement of every single one of his muscles so that he could not speak, move, or end his own life .
This powerful Tyrannical zhenqi sank into his body across the air and through his clothes . It followed his meridians and slowly forced out the powerful poison the old Director had taken earlier .
In the air, there seemed to be a shapeless giant gripping Chen Pingping's withered body tightly and picked him up from the black wheelchair . Hovering in the air, this scene appeared particularly strange .
Chen Pingping's white hair had long become a mess and lay in disarray across his forehead, gently covering the deep lines on his face . His clothes were covered in tears . The life in his body had been suppressed to the edge of life and death in an instant .
However, the old man's eyes were cold, without a glimmer of fear . They only carried a sliver of pity and disdain . Gradually, these emotions also disappeared leaving behind only calm .
Heavy footsteps rang out in the royal study . Slowly and heavily, the Emperor stepped across the debris on the ground and walked toward him .
The Emperor's right hand opened slightly . Streams of powerful zhenqi shot through the air and held Chen Pingping's thin body firmly in the air .
Other than coldness, the Emperor's gaze was dyed a wild blood red . The Emperor's hands trembled . They were covered with fresh blood and terrifying wounds .
The small tears on the Emperor's dragon robe began to flow with blood, seeping out endlessly and washing away the metal debris and remaining burned fire powder . The dragon robe had already been burned black .
The Emperor was heavily injured . The metal shards that could travel through stone should still be stuck in his body, but he did not die .
The shards of the teacup were inside Chen Pingping's body . He also began to bleed . Perhaps he didn't have much blood to start with, but the speed of bleeding was not very fast . It still soaked through his tattered black Overwatch Council robes in an instant .
The Emperor approached Chen Pingping, his chest rising and falling . The Emperor and official were both covered with small but deep cuts . The pain went deep, and the blood flowed without stopping, making them look very similar .
He lowered his head and glanced at the terrible wound in his chest . The corners of his brows trembled slightly . It was as if he had not thought that there was still someone present in the world who could make him come so close to death . A wave of hate and anger began to ferment and rise in the Emperor's body .
His hand closed around Chen Pingping's throat as he stared into his eyes . A bone-chilling hatred flashed through his eyes . "If I don't want you to die, you will not die . "
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