Started out getting scumbags, but then invested in the invincible Empress.

Chapter 232 The Imperial Court? Just a back garden!

The sudden sound, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, instantly shattered the eerie silence in the hall.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Pairs of eyes, filled with astonishment, confusion, and displeasure at being interrupted, all turned to look.

When they realized the newcomer was just an unfamiliar young man in white, and...

When he saw the green-haired turtle with two comical black circles under its eyes, looking around, many people's faces immediately darkened.

This is the central institution for discussing matters of national importance and deciding the fate of the dynasty. It is solemn and sacred, and no idle people, or even a... beast, are allowed to set foot here.

This is utterly disrespectful!

The officials who had previously been subservient and dared not utter a sound in front of the Liang Dynasty delegation now seemed to have found an outlet for their frustrations.

Each person channeled their pent-up frustration and resentment into sharp words, which they unleashed upon the man and the tortoise:

"Who dares to trespass into the Imperial Palace?!"

"Where are the Imperial Guards? Quickly beat this scoundrel and his filthy beasts out with sticks!"

"What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this! When did the Imperial Palace become a place where commoners can trespass at will?!"

The Liang Dynasty delegation, led by Lu Cong, also frowned, their faces filled with displeasure and annoyance at being disturbed.

Lu Cong snorted coldly, his tone arrogant:

"Your Majesty Li Jing, aren't the court rules of your Great Yu far too frivolous?"

"What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to barge in? If you disturb me, can you bear the consequences?"

Faced with this overwhelming slander and defamation.

Li Wudao paid no attention, as if a gentle breeze were blowing across the hillside.

His eyes flashed like lightning as he quickly scanned the hall, but he couldn't find his father, Li Jing, and his brows furrowed slightly.

But when his gaze swept across the assembled officials and he saw the old Duke Shen Huaimin give him a barely perceptible nod, his eyes steady, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, quietly settled down.

Since the old Duke Shen is so calm and composed, it means that my father should be alright at the moment, and he... is not too late.

"You audacious brat! Do you know your crime?!"

Upon seeing this unfamiliar young man, instead of being apprehensive and apologetic, he looked around as if no one else was there. The white-faced, beardless old eunuch standing beside the dragon throne felt that the imperial majesty had been challenged.

He yelled in his signature effeminate voice:

"As a commoner, without His Majesty's summons, who allowed you to enter?"

"Disturbing His Majesty's presence and offending a distinguished guest is a capital offense! Get out of here at once!"

Upon hearing this, Li Wudao's gaze finally fell on the old eunuch.

A faint, cold smile played at the corners of his lips as he retorted, "What if I say no?"

The old eunuch's expression changed slightly.

He seemed to have never expected that a young boy would dare to contradict him so blatantly in the Golden Palace, in front of His Majesty and all the officials.

Instantly, he flew into a rage, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Since you're determined to die and don't want to live anymore, then we'll grant your wish and send you on your way!"

Having said that, he moved with lightning speed, leaping out like a ghost, his withered, claw-like hand flashing out to strike Li Wudao's chest.

This palm strike appeared soft and light, without even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation, giving people the illusion of being "completely harmless," as if it were just a casual flick.

Li Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes flashing with an unusual light. He sensed the strangeness contained within that palm strike.

Immediately, he slowly raised his right hand, preparing to meet the palm of the other hand.

Just then, Shen Huaimin, who had been silent all along, changed his expression slightly and spoke up somewhat urgently to remind him:

"Young Master Li, be careful! This is the 'Bone-Melting Palm,' a vicious palm strike that specifically corrodes bones and tendons. Do not attempt to block it head-on!"

However, it was too late.

"Snapped!"

With a soft sound, the two palms met.

Space seemed to stand still at that moment.

Li Wudao and the old eunuch remained motionless, their palms pressed together.

"Hehehe... I didn't expect you to actually be so foolish as to take our Bone-Melting Palm!"

Seeing his scheme succeed, the old eunuch couldn't help but reveal a smug, cold smile, and said in a sinister tone:

"Little guy, accept your fate. This arm of yours is ruined! In less than ten breaths, the bones will dissolve and turn into a pool of foul-smelling blood!"

Li Wudao frowned slightly.

He could indeed feel an extremely cold, vicious, and corrosive strange energy in the other person's palm, like a maggot clinging to his bone, trying to burrow into his arm along his meridians.

Wherever it passed, it brought waves of burning, stinging, and itchy sensations, as if thousands of tiny needles were pricking it.

But, that's all.

The next moment, Li Wudao's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the playful smile on his lips became even more pronounced.

Looking at the smug old eunuch, he grinned and chuckled, "Old eunuch, are you trying to tickle me?"

"what?!"

The old eunuch's smile froze, and a hint of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

He clearly felt the power of the Bone-Melting Palm had invaded the other's body, so how could there be no reaction?

He hardened his heart, urging his chilling inner energy even more, adding a few more points of force, and shouted fiercely, "You still dare to talk back when you're about to die! In a moment, I'll turn you into a pile of minced meat!"

"Boring."

Li Wudao shook his head, his face showing impatience.

With a slight thought, without even needing to use his spiritual power, he simply mobilized the vast and boundless power of his blood and qi within his body, poured it into his palm, and then with a slight tremor, unleashed it!

"Om-!"

It's like cold water being poured into a pot of boiling oil!

The old eunuch's arm, which was clashing with Li Wudao's, turned bright red instantly, as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron!

A burst of scalding hot, foul air erupted from the pores of his arm, filling the air with a burnt smell!

"what--!!!"

Immediately, the old eunuch let out an extremely shrill scream, his eyes filled with endless fear and disbelief.

The next moment——

"Bang!!!"

A muffled bang exploded out of nowhere!

The old eunuch's arm, along with his hand, was as if it had been filled with explosives, and was forcefully burst by the extremely yang and powerful blood energy!

It instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist... and scattered bits of flesh and bone everywhere!

Li Wudao casually withdrew his hand and gently dusted off his fair, jade-like palm, as if he had only brushed away a speck of dust.

Immediately, he looked mockingly at the old eunuch who was screaming and retreating, and said indifferently, "Bone-Melting Palm? Ha, is that all you've got?"

He sneered inwardly.

Now his Pure Yang Holy Body has reached a minor completion stage, and his blood and energy are as vigorous as a furnace, extremely yang and strong, making him the natural nemesis of such insidious techniques.

His bones, having been tempered by pure yang energy, are as tough as a king-level treasure. How could such a mere, insignificant, and poisonous technique possibly erode or destroy them?

"No... impossible! How could you be alright?! Our family's Bone-Melting Palm technique is... pfft!"

The old eunuch screamed in agony, blood gushing from his severed arm. His face was ashen, and he staggered back several steps, staring at Li Wudao in utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Anyone who falls into his Bone-Melting Palm technique, whether they are martial artists of the same level or even those with slightly higher cultivation, will either die or be crippled.

But this young man, who withstood his full-force palm strike, not only remained unharmed, but also had his blood and qi rebound, directly shattering his entire arm!

This completely overturned his worldview!

quiet!

The atmosphere was deathly silent!

Emperor Li Jing, and the ministers who knew the old eunuch's power, all had a chilling look in their eyes and gasped in shock.

His face was filled with utter shock and horror!

This old eunuch was the top expert among the palace eunuchs, with unfathomable strength, second only to the military genius Shen Huaimin. He was one of Li Jing's most trusted personal guards.

A powerhouse like him... was actually no match for that seemingly harmless boy...?!

Everyone was stunned, their minds went blank, and some couldn't accept this unbelievable scene.

Even Shen Huaimin was taken aback, his mouth agape involuntarily, somewhat losing his composure.

Although he was stronger than the old eunuch, he would never dare to be so arrogant as to take the unpredictable Bone-Melting Palm head-on, lest it leave hidden dangers.

The strength Li Wudao is currently displaying, and that absolute suppressive power, has once again refreshed his understanding.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It turns out that when one's strength reaches a certain level, it is indeed possible to ignore most unpredictable risks.

This is probably what they call overwhelming force!

At this moment, Li Wudao, expressionless and with a cold gaze, walked step by step toward the heavily injured, terrified old eunuch.

"You...what do you want to do?!"

The old eunuch was so frightened that his face changed drastically, and he turned around to try to escape using his movement technique.

However, as soon as he made a move, Li Wudao pointed his fingers like a sword and casually slashed through the air.

A highly condensed, formless, and intangible sword aura burst forth, so fast that it could not be captured by sight!

"laugh--!"

A soft sound.

The old eunuch's fleeing figure suddenly froze, and a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with extreme fear and resentment. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Immediately, the head rolled off, and the headless corpse crashed to the ground, its blood instantly staining the gold bricks red.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence once again; you could hear a pin drop.

Those ministers who had previously made malicious slanders and disrespectful remarks now all had much "clearer" eyes.

One by one, they fell silent, their mouths tightly shut, their eyes filled with fear and awe as they secretly observed the white-clad, decisive young man.

"Phew, finally some peace and quiet..."

Li Wudao was very satisfied with everyone's reaction at this moment, as if he had just casually swatted a buzzing fly.

Immediately, under the gaze of countless horrified eyes—

He stepped directly over the still-warm corpse of the old eunuch, brushing past Li Jing and Lu Cong, who were frozen in place, their faces pale and their bodies trembling slightly.

It was as if they were just two insignificant puppets.

Then, under the incredulous, shocked, and furious gazes of everyone...

He swaggered and stepped onto the high platform that symbolized supreme power, and openly... sat on the dragon throne that only the emperor could sit on!

Li Wudao sat down, sensed it for a moment, and then pouted in disappointment:

"Tsk, I really don't know what's so good about this spot. It's cold and hard, not as comfortable as Old Man Xia's rattan chair."

He shifted his position, still seemingly uncomfortable, so he leaned back lazily and unceremoniously put his feet directly on the imperial desk in front of him.

He glanced sideways at the silent crowd below, a playful smile on his face.

"Hey, don't worry about me. Where were we? Ceding territory? Paying reparations? Or what...? You guys go on... Just pretend I'm not here."

After saying that, he casually grabbed a bunch of grapes from the fruit plate on the imperial table, stuffed one into his mouth as if no one else was there, and then casually spat out the grape skin.

With a "plop," the grape skins "accidentally" fell into Li Jingyu's golden teacup.

Then another grape, its skin gently floating into the priceless Duan inkstone...

This is an extremely casual and lazy demeanor that disregards imperial power.

It was as if this wasn't the solemn and majestic imperial palace, but rather his own backyard where he could do whatever he wanted.