1480 The Man Who Sits on the Dragon Chair!

After entering the imperial city, Ye Zijun's more than 500 people were stunned again.

I saw that at the entrance of the imperial city, there were several corpses of the defenders, scattered on the ground.

Walking further in, the pupils of Ye Zijun and his party trembled!

This!

"Yu Ji! This is the commander of the Imperial City Praetorian Guard! How did he die??? ”

Xu Tianyi couldn't believe his eyes.

"Humph! A small Praetorian Guard, in exchange for me, I can also kill, this is not a big deal. Ye Zijun pouted and said.

However, things are not as simple as she thinks.

On their way to the palace, they did not see any civilians, and at the gates of the palace, they found thousands of burned corpses.

These were the corpses of those people in Tianyi Academy, but they were now dusty, and no one could recognize them.

Well?

"There are so many people in the palace!" Xu Tianyi took the lead in saying.

"Let's go in and have a look." After Ye Zijun finished speaking, he dismounted with everyone, walked through the crowd, and came towards the palace hall.

Meanwhile.

In the main hall of the Royal Palace.

Huang Shang's six subordinates, the Assassin Group, the Red Blood Iron Horseman, Duan Yihu, the remnants of the Duan family, Mengqing, and the common people.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Huang Shang.

I saw that Huang Shang, who was covered in blood, walked to the front of the high dragon chair, pulled out the Chaos Spear inserted in the backrest, and then said to the Assassin captain:

"Sirou, you send people to the Dragon and Yue families, and call all the clansmen of those two families."

"Yes, master!"

After Yang Sirou bowed and finished speaking, she chose one of her subordinates and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, a fierce cheer suddenly came from outside the crowd:

"Stop! Don't even think about leaving! ”

The person who spoke was none other than Ye Zijun in a fiery red robe!

Hula!

Ye Zijun, Xu Tianyi, and the five hundred Fire Hades Temple Death God she brought poured into the main hall like a tide!

Seeing Huang Shang standing next to the dragon chair, Ye Zijun pointed at Huang Shang and scolded angrily:

"Huang Shang! Is that the location you should be standing in? Get the hell out of here! ”

Ye Zijun?

How did she get here?

Huang Shang looked at Ye Zijun indifferently and did not speak.

To be precise, he didn't know what to say to Ye Zijun, a clown who jumped off the beam.

Seeing that Huang Shang was silent, Ye Zijun's arrogance was even stronger:

"I told you to get out of here, didn't you hear? Do you know that if you lead troops to break into the palace, it will bring disaster to our Ye family! You are tired of living by yourself, just find a tree and hang yourself, don't pull our Ye family into the water together! ”

Huang Shang's master is Ye Lu, and it stands to reason that he is also half of the Ye family, if the Duan family is to blame, the Ye family will definitely be implicated.

However, Ye Zijun knew that Huang Shang's talent was very strong, but she would never have imagined that Huang Shang's strength was already the ninth layer of the Zero Realm Reaper, and she couldn't imagine what had just happened in the palace.

She thought that as soon as Xu Tian, who was known as the eighth prince, supported herself, she would be able to have no fear and lawlessness.

"Ye Zijun, please look at the corpse on the ground and speak again."

Huang Shang's former classmate, Shen Ling, is now a subordinate, stood up and said.

Corpses on the ground?

Ye Zijun and the others looked down......

This......

Rumble!!!

Ye Zijun and these people couldn't believe their eyes at all!

Just look, Duan Wuya's corpse appeared in their field of vision!

This...... How can it be!

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince, that's it...... He's dead??? ”

Da!

Ye Zijun's pretty face was as white as frost, and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

Take a closer look, there are not only Duan Wuya's corpses on the ground, but also many corpses of the Duan family, obviously here has just experienced a bloody storm, and the vitality of the Duan family is greatly damaged!

Looking at the tens of millions of ordinary people standing around, as well as the red-blooded iron horse, an ominous premonition surged into Ye Zijun's heart again!

"Could it be...... Could it be that Huang Shang won? ”

Not only Ye Zijun, but even Xu Tianyi, who was known as one of the Eight Great Princes, and the five hundred Fire Hades Hall Death Gods, were all secretly afraid, and their hands and feet were cold!

In this way, Ye Zijun and these people from the Fire Hades Temple were in a dilemma when they rode the tiger, and they were stunned in place for about half an hour.

In this half hour, Huang Shang still didn't speak, just quietly waited for the arrival of the clansmen of the Long and Yue families.

"Master, I brought them all."

The Assassin captain, Yang Sirou, led the clansmen of the two families into the palace hall.

After they entered the main hall, they looked at Huang Shang standing next to the dragon chair, as well as the corpses of the Duan family all over the ground, and felt a burst of emotion in their hearts.

Huang Shang is so strong!

Especially after seeing Duan Wuya's corpse, these people trembled even more, and their admiration for Huang Shang was even deeper!

Some young women from the Long family and the Yue family looked up at Huang Shang standing next to the dragon chair, fantasizing about being his woman.

"Hmm."

Huang Shang nodded, and then glanced at everyone in the audience:

"Long Yijia, come here."

I?

was suddenly shouted by Huang Shang, Long Yijia's balloon rose and fell, and he felt a little surprised.

Not only her, but others were also surprised, now that the Duan family has declined, does Huang Shang want to establish himself as the king and canonize Long Yijia to a position?

Although Long Yijia is a well-known talented woman in the imperial city, what position can she hold as a woman?

Don't......

At this moment, the same thought sprouted in everyone's hearts.

Do you want to canonize Long Yijia as the queen?

Under the puzzled gaze of everyone, Long Yijia, who was wearing a dark red dress, stepped up the steps and came to Huang Shang's side.

"Sit down."

Huang Shang said lightly to Long Yijia.

Sit?

Where to sit?

Are there any seats here?

Can't you sit on your lap?

Or sit somewhere else?

Long Yijia was a little stunned.

Seeing this, Huang Shang held Long Yijia's soft shoulders and gently pressed her on the dragon chair beside her.

What the!!!

Huang Shang actually let Long Yijia sit on the dragon chair?

This scene made everyone present change their faces greatly!

The dragon chair is the throne that almost everyone dreams of, and only the king of a country is qualified to sit on the dragon chair.

And this dragon chair that originally belonged to the Duan family, Huang Shang didn't sit on it himself, but let Long Yijia sit on it, which is unbelievable!

Especially some young women with good looks and colors, it is even more difficult to let go of their hearts, they are also women, why did Long Yijia sit on the dragon chair, is it because she is comfortable serving Huang Shang?

At this moment, everyone present was stunned, and their eyes were staring at the dragon chair one by one, full of fanaticism!

And Ye Zijun, who was standing under the stage of the main hall, and everyone in the Fire Hades Temple, were completely dumbfounded.

She looked at Huang Shang's pale face blankly, how could she not imagine that he could crush the Duan family and support his woman to sit on the dragon chair!

Thinking that he had offended this super boss, and even wanted to let the other party roll off the stage at one point, Ye Zijun's face was like ashes, and he fell to the ground with a hard butt.

Finished!

She knew that her life might come to an abrupt end because she had chosen the wrong team!

Thinking that because of his contempt for Huang Shang, he might cause himself to be killed, and at this moment, Ye Zijun had the heart to die headlong, and he wanted to cry without tears!

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