ide. Ye Zhong, covered in filthy water, rode in atop a horse and lead what was left of the imperial soldiers, as well as his personal riders. They rushed in the direction of Taiji Palace. The hooves sounded like thunder, making the water on the ground tremble.

In an instant, hundreds of Qing elite soldiers once again surrounded Wu Zhu. When they looked at Wu Zhu surrounded by them, especially at his twisted leg that he continued to stubbornly stand on, they did not feel a sliver of joy, particularly the dozen or so Qing Temple Ascetic Monks that suddenly appeared at the Emperor’s side. When the powerful Ascetic Monks saw Wu Zhu, particularly the color of the fluids flowing from the wounds on his body, their faces became pale as their bodies trembled.

The blood flowing from Wu Zhu’s body was hot and red, but it was a golden red. Gradually faded by the light rain, not many people were able to notice it, but these straw-hat wearing Ascetic Monks noticed it.

It was as if all of the Ascetic Monks had been struck by lightning and knelt down in the rain in front of Wu Zhu. They were originally the Qing Emperor’s most powerful defense. Now, they had no choice but to bow down in front of this blind cripple.

With an emissary personally visiting the mortal realm, how could mortals fail to show respect? Was this heaven’s godly punishment of the Qing Kingdom?