From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 125 The Quiet Coup

The gates of the royal city were wide open.

There was no one at the door.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Wuji rode a wildebeest into the royal city step by step, holding his black iron sword.

To Zhang Wuji's surprise, there was also no one in the royal city.

Even if people pass by occasionally, it seems that they have not seen them at all.

"What's going on?" Han Cheng asked in a daze.

"There's nothing to be surprised about. Doesn't this mean that your father is unpopular?" Zhang Wuji said with a smile on his lips.

Of course he knew why.

Although the Mohists have declined a lot in recent years, and their control over South Korea is not as good as before, they can still exert great energy if they make up their minds to do something.

Apparently, the Mohist mobilized their energy ahead of time, so that Zhang Wuji's blood would not flow into rivers.

"The Mo family is still kind!"

"If it was Xuanyuan, I'm afraid there would have been blood flowing here!" Zhang Wuji sighed in his heart, but his face remained calm.

Zhang Wuji, Han Cheng, and Han Xian'er quickly entered the main meeting hall of South Korea.

"Nizi, it's really you who caused trouble." A puffy old man with white hair sat on the throne, his eyes fixed on Han Cheng.

"Do you think that after killing one of my sons, I will pass on the throne of Dahan to you?"

"Don't daydream here. This old man has 180 four sons and three or four hundred grandchildren. Unless you can kill all my children and grandchildren, you can never imagine being the king of Korea."

Zhang Wuji narrowed his eyes, and he instantly understood that the old man seemed to be talking to Han Cheng, but he was actually talking to himself, and he was demonstrating to himself!
"Okay!"

"Then you call out your sons and grandchildren, and see if they dare to take over your throne, and see if I dare to kill them all!" Zhang Wuji stepped forward, the black iron sword in his hand trembling faintly.

This is a sign when he is about to kill.

"Presumptuous, you dare to speak nonsense in front of this king, come here, kill this thief for me." King Han's voice shouted above the hall.

But when his voice sounded, the surroundings were quiet and no one came.

This made King Han's complexion instantly ugly.

"Father, don't make things difficult for Senior Brother Zhang anymore. Senior Brother Zhang is also for the good of South Korea and for us!" The eldest prince Han Cheng rushed over suddenly, threw himself at King Han's feet, and cried out in tears.

"You, you...!" Han Wang stretched out his slightly trembling hand, pointed at Han Cheng, and finally pointed at Zhang Wuji.

"Then you guys come and kill me!"

There was a hint of madness on Han Wang's face: "I want to see if the Mo family dares to risk the world's taboos and kill me, the king."

"Father is crazy."

"Brother Zhang, my father must be crazy."

"Come on, take my father down!" Han Cheng shouted towards the door.

Soon two armored warriors rushed in, trying to stand up and support King Han.

"Boom!" A strong aura erupted from King Han, directly blasting the two warriors into the air.

He is not only the king of Han, but he is also a great monk who established the foundation of Dzogchen.

"Hmph!" A cold light flashed in Zhang Wuji's eyes, and in a flash he came to the King of Han's side, pointed like a sword, and suddenly stabbed at him with a sea of ​​anger.

"Boom!" Compared with Zhang Wuji, who had experienced many battles, how could Han Wang, who had been pampered and piled up in the Foundation Establishment Realm by pills, make his opponent.

The sea of ​​Qi was directly broken by one move, and most of his cultivation base was abolished.

Han Wang's appearance began to age visible to the naked eye, as if he had aged several decades.

"Eldest Prince, I will leave the matter here to you, but this old King Han cannot stay in the capital. I want to take him away and bring him back to the City of Tricks to report to him."

"That's good, the organ city is rich in aura, which is good for the father's illness!" Han Cheng pondered for a moment, with a trace of grief on his face, and nodded.

"Hahahaha!"

"Han Cheng, I will watch how you destroy South Korea in the organ city." The old King Han laughed, but this smile looked a little desolate no matter how you looked at it.

"Let's go!" Zhang Wuji glanced at Han Xian'er who had been silently following behind him, and led the old King Han out of the capital.

With Zhang Wuji's deep participation, a coup d'etat was passed without any surprises, and many people would not even know that such a coup d'etat had happened in the capital of South Korea.

Zhang Wuji doesn't know how South Korea's history will be written, but he has a clearer feeling about power.

Any dynasty, any empire, if it cannot control a strong enough force, it is bullshit.

This was originally a world where the weak preyed on the strong and the strong respected.

As for who is right and who is wrong, how can it be distinguished in the face of completely different governance concepts.

In the eyes of the old Han Wang and others, he might be a heinous villain.

"Let's go!" Zhang Wuji waved his hand, and asked the old King Han to walk towards the teleportation array located in the capital.

"How will senior brother deal with the slave family?" Han Xian'er, who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Huh?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback, thinking that this is indeed a trouble.

He originally thought it would be an extremely dangerous journey this time, but he didn't expect it to end so easily, and Han Xian'er became a spectator along the way, so Zhang Wuji was not easy to deal with her.

"How about letting the servants go?"

"Nujia is a killer of Yipintang, if you go to the organ city with you, it will be wrong, as long as the senior brother is willing to let the Nujia go, it will be considered that the Nujia owes the senior brother a favor.

If the senior brother goes to the Han Empire in the future, the slave family will definitely be rewarded generously.

"I don't care if I repay or not!"

Zhang Wuji shook his head, pondered for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand to undo the blockade of the sword energy on Han Xian'er's body: "You go, although I don't know your real purpose, but I think we have fought side by side before, this time I will spare your life , do it yourself!"

"Thank you, brother!"

Han Xianer's face beamed with joy: "Senior brother, don't worry, Xian'er will never break his promise, and I also believe that you will definitely go to the Han Empire, senior brother."

Han Xian'er smiled mysteriously at Zhang Wuji, and disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Wuji shrugged noncommittally.

At the teleportation formation, Zhang Wuji met his master Xuandao.

"You did a good job on this task!" Xuanyi said with a grin.

"The main reason is that the Mo family is strong. I'm just a murderer. It's okay to change someone!" Zhang Wuji grinned.

"Are you a little confused by the sudden appearance of Han Xian'er, the Yipintang killer?" Xuan Yi asked suddenly.

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji shuddered in his heart: "Can I ask Master to clarify?"

"I'll just tell you one thing!"

"The ancestor of Yipintang is a divine fortune teller. Although Yipintang is an assassin organization, there are not many assassinations. Their main business is actually selling information..."

(End of this chapter)