Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chapter 86 Tearing

This is something no ordinary person could possess!

"Incredible, utterly unbelievable," Emperor Qing muttered to himself. His apprehension towards Ye Tian reached its peak at this moment. And this apprehension quickly transformed into a deep fear of Chen Pingping. A Chen Pingping who could stand again and seemed to have completely broken free from the shackles of the past was a hundred times more dangerous than that crippled old man in a wheelchair!

What's more, this Chen Pingping is now standing on the opposite side of him!

Emperor Qing's body trembled violently again due to the successive and enormous impacts. He felt his bladder tighten, and the urge to lose control that he had temporarily suppressed due to his rage surged forth like a flood. A hot flow once again gushed out uncontrollably, winding down his thighs along the inside of his dragon robe and soaking the lining.

He, Emperor Qing, the supreme ruler, was so terrified that he wet himself several times in a single day! This extreme humiliation and fear drove him to the brink of madness!

Just as Emperor Qing lost his composure and was in a sorry state, Chen Pingping did something that made everyone, especially Emperor Qing, tremble with fear.

Chen Pingping walked unhurriedly to the side, where, unnoticed, his signature custom-made wheelchair had been quietly pushed over by a subordinate of the Control Yuan.

Everyone thought that after he was exhausted, he would have to go back to his wheelchair.

Unexpectedly, Chen Pingping simply fumbled around on the armrest of the wheelchair for a few moments. With a soft clicking sound, a hidden compartment popped open from the side of the thick armrest!

Chen Pingping reached out and pulled out a section of "iron pipe" that was completely black and gleaming with a cold metallic luster, which appeared in his hand!

The "iron pipe" had a peculiar shape, thicker at the front and thinner at the back, exuding an indescribable ferocity and menacing aura. It was a specially modified short-barreled shotgun that Ye Qingmei had specially crafted for Chen Pingping, who had lost both legs while saving Emperor Qing, and which was hidden inside his wheelchair as his last means of self-defense!

Ye Qingmei not only renamed him "Chen Pingping," but also cleverly transformed his physical disability into a strategic advantage that was impossible for the enemy to defend against through the unique combination of "wheelchair + shotgun"! For many years, no one knew that such a deadly weapon was hidden in this wheelchair!

When that familiar "black tube" appeared in Chen Pingping's hand, Emperor Qing's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints! His body felt as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer, and he staggered backward uncontrollably. If the eunuch behind him hadn't caught him in time, he probably would have collapsed to the ground!

"No, no, that thing,"

Emperor Qing's voice became as faint as a mosquito's buzz due to extreme fear. His body, which had just experienced incontinence, was now trembling like a leaf. A surge of even more intense heat gushed out again, and the hem of his dragon robe was already soaked with sweat.

He recognizes this thing! Or rather, he recognizes this kind of thing!

Back then, Ye Qingmei had also used a similar "firearm." That "Barrett," which was much larger and more ferocious in appearance, could easily destroy even a Grandmaster's protective true energy with a single strike, as if it were made of paper! That kind of world-destroying power, that kind of completely unreasonable killing method, had long become the deepest source of fear in his heart!

Although the "black tube" in Chen Pingping's hand looked much smaller, the familiar metallic luster, the unique aura from Ye Qingmei's hand, and the cold and cruel smile on Chen Pingping's face at this moment made Emperor Qing have no doubt that this thing could easily take his life!

"Chen Pingping, what... what do you want to do?!" Emperor Qing's voice was hoarse, filled with pleading and despair. "I... I am the Emperor! You... you can't..."

He was terrified! Truly terrified! Terrified that Chen Pingping, that madman, would not hesitate to point that "black pipe" at him! He had no doubt that, given Chen Pingping's loyalty to Ye Qingmei and his current resoluteness, he was absolutely capable of doing such a thing!

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The dark "iron pipe" in Chen Pingping's hand—a shotgun specially made by Ye Qingmei—was like the scythe of death, steadily pointing at Emperor Qing. The muzzle wasn't large, but it exuded a chilling killing intent that made even Emperor Qing's soul tremble.

"Your Majesty," Chen Pingping's voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a volcanic eruption of power and resolve, "Do you wish to descend now to join Qingmei, or would you like to take a few more glances at the realm of Qing?"

Emperor Qing's body beneath his dragon robe trembled uncontrollably. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the "black tube" in Chen Pingping's hand, then he looked at Ye Tian with a mixture of shock and rage before finally returning to Chen Pingping. He wanted to roar, to order these rebellious officials to be torn to pieces, to personally crush them one by one.

But he didn't dare.

All his actions and all his anger vanished under Chen Pingping's calm threat and Ye Tian's gaze, which was as cold as ancient ice. He had no doubt that if he made the slightest move, the "monster" in Chen Pingping's hand would pierce through his body in an instant, and Ye Tian's terrifying fists would be enough to smash him into a pulp.

At this moment, Ye Liuyun, who was already seriously injured, and Hong Sixiang, who was barely breathing, who were standing not far away, were completely stunned.

They knew Emperor Qing's strength better than anyone else! He was a truly unfathomable, supreme grandmaster who had endured for decades! He was the undisputed strongest among the four grandmasters (although most people thought it was Ku He or Si Gu Jian)! They originally thought that when Emperor Qing truly unleashed his full power, no matter how monstrous Ye Tian was, he would inevitably face a bitter battle, and might even be suppressed.

But what did they see now?

They saw this ruthless emperor, who had schemed his entire life and regarded all living beings as pawns, actually, actually showed such obvious fear and retreat in front of an old servant who had been crippled for decades (although he has now stood up) and a thirteen-year-old boy!

"Your Majesty, His Majesty, he..." Ye Liuyun coughed up a mouthful of blood. His broken arms were throbbing with pain, but nothing could compare to the shock he felt at that moment. He couldn't understand why Emperor Qing was so wary of Ye Tian and Chen Pingping, even at the cost of abandoning his dignity as an emperor.

Hong Sixiang was speechless. He collapsed to the ground, staring at Emperor Qing's blustering yet cowardly appearance, feeling dizzy and disoriented. An uncontrollable warm current surged from his lower body once more. This Grand Eunuch, having witnessed Emperor Qing's "cowardice" firsthand, was so terrified by this reality that it defied comprehension that he lost control of his bladder again. His only thought at that moment was that the Qing Kingdom was probably truly doomed.

Looking at Emperor Qing's comical appearance—a mixture of terror and forced composure—Ye Tian couldn't help but let out a cold, mocking smile.

"Your Majesty, Emperor Qing," Ye Tian's voice, laced with mockery, clearly reached everyone's ears, "Weren't you just now so intimidating, threatening to tear me to pieces and grind my bones to dust? What, are you no longer going to do it?"

He took a step forward, and Emperor Qing couldn't help but shrink back.

"Could it be that you're afraid of this 'black pipe' in Dean Chen's hand?" Ye Tian pointed at the shotgun in Chen Pingping's hand, his mockery deepening. "Or is it that Your Majesty is afraid of me, the son you call a 'bastard'?"

"You, you dare to be so insolent!" Emperor Qing roared, his voice weak and strained, but his strength had waned. His face turned pale and then flushed, as if an unprecedented humiliation was overwhelming him. When had he, the dignified ruler of the Qing Kingdom, ever suffered such a disgrace!

However, faced with Chen Pingping's dark gun barrel and Ye Tian's icy gaze that seemed to see through everything, all his anger and resentment could only turn into deep powerlessness and forbearance.

"Good, very good." Ye Tian's smile gradually faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent. He ignored Emperor Qing and turned to walk towards the corpse of the deposed Empress Guo, whom he had just strangled.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Ye Tian stretched out his hand, and with his true energy, he lifted up the still-warm body of the deposed Empress Guo from a distance!

"Don't you enjoy being high and mighty, manipulating other people's destinies?" Ye Tian's voice was icy, as if it came from the deepest hell. "Don't you enjoy watching others struggle in despair?"

Before he finished speaking, his fingers twitched slightly, and a sharp burst of energy shot out!

"laugh--!"

He had actually severed one of Guo's arms, and blood and the severed limb flew together!

"Ah—! How terrifying!!!!"

The palace maids and eunuchs watching from afar let out terrified screams, and some of the more timid ones fainted.

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