In the nineteenth year of Emperor Mourning, the battle of Ruo Difficult Passage launched by the Guangcai Kingdom and the Qiyan State finally ended with the dismal ending of Guangcai, and the Marquis of Guangtai was killed by a cold arrow in the chaotic army. For a while, the court was shocked, crying, making trouble, and seeking death. Everyone was as depressed as if they had lost their country, and some even remembered that in the past year, they had been punished by the gods because of the misdeeds of the second prince.

They were convinced that they had kidnapped the second prince and had the most respected shaman in the court sacrifice him to the heavens, so that the gods could quell the punishment of Guang Cai. But when they were about to overcome all difficulties and carry out this absurd sacrifice, they found that the second prince's son, Xiang Zhiyi, was already ready to deal with this.

At this time, in the Guangcai Kingdom, the deployment of troops has been quietly transferred from the hands of the crown prince Xiang Zhiyan to the hands of the second prince. Everyone woke up suddenly from that moment, they were still dreaming of the surfaces of the past, naively thinking that the second prince's son Xiang Zhiyi was just a gentleman who sat on the mountain and ate empty, but ignored that this prince who has endured humiliation so far is far from being as simple as it seems.

As he has shown over the years, he has deceived everyone, even himself. A prince who should have the talent of an emperor quietly crouched in the shadows, waiting for his own opportunity, like a lion hiding his fangs.

As the heir of the concubine in the side room, Xiang Zhiyi has no way of becoming the true master of this Guang Vessel. Only the eldest son of the crown prince Xiang Zhiyan is eligible to be crowned king. But how could he Xiang Zhiyi endure a brother who had no great talent and even racked his brains to maneuver around the ministers to be the king of this vast dish? Prince Xiang prefers this big prince, just because this lewd villain will be a sycophant who can't be on the stage, how can the villain who has worked hard to please his father be worthy of the king of this Guangcai?

What he wants is not just that small fief to claim to be the king, the sky is high and the court is far away, and he is a so-called country marquis. It's the whole continent! But the first step to achieve great things is to be the master of this vast vessel, to be the king of this vast vessel!

Now that Xiang Chu is dead, Prince Xiang Zhiyan is unable to take charge of the country. This unprecedented opportunity was like a dose of fierce medicine poured into Xiang Zhiyi's body, making him perceive an unprecedented opportunity!

Xiang Zhiyi privately asked the blacksmith to smelt a unique talisman, the Burning Phoenix Seal. After that, the country's only remaining army and the large number of ruffians and bandits he had befriended over the years rushed into the main city of Shangdu. He held aloft the new Burning Phoenix Seal, a symbol of military power, and commanded the three armies, first killing the ministers who tried to sacrifice themselves.

Xiang Zhiyi coldly looked at the corpses of hundreds of ministers under his feet, and kicked away the head of the shaman who was in the way.

"Shaman? It's just a puppeteer......"

The army was established and stopped a few miles in front of the Langqian Palace. Xiang Zhiyi carried his hands and walked into the palace gate alone. There is really the backup he relies on in the main hall, these skirmishers who have not been trained, he will be sharpened, but not now.

In the court, all the people were already standing in their positions. After the ministers unanimously decided, the prince Xiang Zhiyan ascended the throne as the king of Guangcai. Martial King Xiang Zhiyan faded from his previous cowardice and elegance, pretended to be calm, and sat on the throne that now belonged to him. The teary-eyed Queen Mother behind him also burst into tears and smiled, casting encouraging glances at her own son, which undoubtedly made his self-confidence even better.

Hundreds of ministers with evil intentions knelt down neatly, shouting the compliments of the foreign generations. There was only one who did not worship, and it was Xiang Zhiyi, the second prince's son, who sneered and stared at the anxious eldest brother on the throne.

All the ministers turned around and stared at him in surprise, and even Xiang Zhiyan, who was already a martial king, opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

"Brother Xian, you and I have a deep brotherly relationship, so you don't need to bow down!" King Wu paused, "Come to my brother." ”

Xiang Zhiyi slowly stopped, he suddenly touched the waist sheath behind him, the sound of the sheath hooking off seemed to be a heavy hammer falling, and a six-foot thin-bladed long knife slid out with a "poof". The long knife shook slightly, and its body exuded an ominous murderous aura. Its blade body is branded with the carvings of the Southern Wilderness Divine Artifact Burning Phoenix, which is lifelike, as if it is flapping its wings and flying away.

Xiang Zhiyi ignored King Wu's edict, he slowly pushed out the long knife, admired the tattoos on it, and said something in his mouth.

He was reading the inscription on the knife.

The long knife called the scorching sun, but it was pitch black, and there was no light to be seen. The inscription containing the ancient meaning was read softly from Xiang Zhiyi's mouth. It's like a great king, reciting the epitaph of the enemy's death.

The long knife passed through Xiang Zhiyi's hand, but it floated in the air, and it stood firmly in the air. And the next moment, it had suddenly disappeared and rushed towards the Martial King on the throne.

King Wu was shocked, shouted for escort, and his body was strong and did not leave the throne. But the hurried escort was only a few useless ministers.

The warriors all got up slowly, and they also sneered at the warrior king. Then their bodies gradually moved, and the scabbard behind them roared and vibrated out of their swords, and they all brushed towards the Martial King.

Just before the scorching black knife was about to pierce into the body of the Martial King, the Queen Mother beside him swept over and blocked it. The tip of the blade pierced directly into the queen mother's internal organs, and it suddenly turned the blade to stir, giving the queen mother the last death.

"My ...... Yan'er ......"

The Queen Mother is not very old, and her smiling face is as elegant and beautiful as when she was young. She died, like a noble swan withering in a cage.

King Wu's face gradually became hideous, and he roared to pull out the saber of the guard next to him, but found that the guard's gaze was also like a wolf and a tiger.

He finally understood everything. The body gradually went limp, and the warm body was cold. He felt a damp heat in his lower abdomen, and his fingers followed the touch to his abdomen, and a viscous warm dark red filled his hands.

He smiled desolately, laughed wildly.

At the junction of gold bricks and jade bricks, dozens of generals raised their knives to cut off the heads of the ministers who were guarding King Wu's side one by one, and then kicked their long-standing bodies to the side. Their faces were like evil spirits with smiling maniacs.

The doors of the temple gradually closed, and none of the courtiers who knew the secrets of this place could survive. Except for him...... The third prince who hid in the corner and hugged his head and cried, Xiang Zhiyan.

The corpses were piled up on top of the jade bricks. The blood flowing everywhere gradually dried up on the ground, and the smell of copper overflowed the hall, and the generals shook off the blood plasma, and they could put their knives in their sheaths. They bow down in the blood that spills out, and they profess their newfound loyalty.

The second prince, Xiang Zhiyi, walked in front of his bloodless eldest brother, and slowly squatted down to pull out the scorching sun on the queen mother's body. He stroked the blade of the knife and shook the blood from it. He turned to the kneeling generals and smiled coldly.

"This injury is not enough to kill you, my eldest brother."

King Wu didn't move, he looked at the top of the hall in a daze, and he couldn't say a word with empty eyes. The Queen Mother is his biological mother, almost his spiritual support. But for his younger brother Xiang Zhiyi, it is nothing.

"Why didn't you kill me? Are you satisfied with humiliating me like this?! King Wu picked up the stiff Queen Mother, and the roaring voice resounded through the hall, and he cried like a child.

"Refreshing!"

Xiang Zhiyi smiled fiercely, he turned around suddenly, and the speed of the knife was as fast as a storm. In an instant, the head of the Martial King was separated, and the bones rolled down on the jade bricks. He didn't look at King Wu's death, he just walked into the corner and looked at the crying third prince.

"Brother, what are you crying about?"

"Brother...... My brother is dead......"

"Hahaha! Silly brother, your brother and I are still alive and well! Xiang Zhiyi laughed, raised his hand and motioned for a general to come over, "Place my brother well, if the service is not good, kill the attendant directly and replace it with a new one!" Got it? ”

"Yes!" The general took the hand of Xiang Zhiyan, who was only ten years old, and left here.

Xiang Zhiyi raised his eyes to look at the door of the palace, and there was a faint glimmer in his eyes. Later, as well as his words, all those present died.

Four generals who defended the country were sentenced to death.

Five patriotic generals, sentenced to car splitting.

Ten Wei generals were sentenced to death by hanging, because they were indecisive, left and right, and the death penalty was inevitable.

This is Guangcai's new martial king Xiang Zhiyi, who is decisive in killing and killing, and will never leave a hidden danger that is different from himself.