Dragon Blood Divine Son-in-law
Chapter 523: The Emperor’s Wrath, a Million Corpses!

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: The Emperor’s Wrath, a Million Corpses!

Fucha Tai didn’t know any of this; he only knew that Chen Xuan wearing the Jiulong Ring meant he was a true Royal descendant!

"Fucha Rongcan, what are you standing there for? Kneel before His Majesty at once!"

Fucha Tai roared at Fucha Rongcan in anger.

He now fully believed in Chen Xuan’s identity and treated him with the utmost reverence.

Fucha Rongcan snorted disdainfully, "His Majesty? That’s all ancient history. Who cares about that anymore?"

"Just because he’s a nobody who married into a family, he expects me to kneel? Pah!"

Fucha Tai had been taught since childhood to be ever loyal to the former royal family, so he had always held them in awe.

But Fucha Rongcan was different.

In Fucha Rongcan’s view, the former dynasty had long been overthrown. Even if this Chen Xuan before him was just an ordinary loser, even if he truly was of Royal blood, even if he appeared before him in imperial robes, he would still be deemed obsolete by society and not worth acknowledging.

Kneel and kowtow to a man who lived off his wife?

An utter joke!

Not only did Fucha Rongcan think so, but Cao Yan and the others also felt that Fucha Tai’s reaction was overly dramatic.

As a Master Qiansui, possessing assets worth hundreds of billions, to kneel before an obscure individual just because they held a former dynasty’s ring?

That was downright laughable!

Fucha Rongcan looked towards Chen Xuan, his face full of contempt, "You little bastard, you want me to kneel? In your next life!"

Chen Xuan’s face turned cold, and he bellowed, "Kneel!!"

As the word ’kneel’ was uttered,

Bang!

Fucha Rongcan’s legs suddenly bent, and like a pile driver, he knelt heavily onto the ground, his knees shattering instantly.

Blood stained the floor, and the entire ground even cracked with terrifying web-like patterns!

"Oh my god!"

"What... what is happening?!"

Cao Yan and the others were terrified, their faces pale with horror.

Fucha Rongcan was in such pain that he screamed loudly, almost fainting.

Just moments ago, Fucha Rongcan had been full of arrogance. But suddenly, he felt an immense force weighing down on him like Mount Tai, crushing him thoroughly.

Fucha Rongcan had no idea what had just happened.

Next to him, Fucha Tai’s face went pale, "Divine power! This is the divine power from the Jiulong Ring!"

"The Emperor! The Emperor himself is truly here!!"

Fucha Tai was panic-stricken, as if mad, and frantically kowtowed to Chen Xuan.

Fucha Rongcan had also heard his father speak of the Jiulong Ring’s special divine constraints, designed to keep those nine high officials in check.

When the Emperor is angered, a million corpses lie prostrate!

The divine constraints within the Jiulong Ring could not only exert pressure on those nine officials but, if the Emperor wished, could even take their lives!

Such was the power of divine authority!

Fucha Rongcan had previously thought this so-called divine power was just an exaggeration, only to discover that it was indeed real!

Fucha Rongcan dared not hesitate any longer and hastily knocked his head on the ground before Chen Xuan.

"I acknowledge my wrongdoings! Your Majesty, spare my life! Your Majesty, please spare my life!!"

Cao Yan, Liang Xuan, and the others, upon witnessing this scene, were completely dumbfounded.

Even Fucha Rongcan and the Master Qiansui of Jinmen had already kneeled; how could they dare continue standing?

"Your Majesty, spare our lives!"

Cao Yan, Liang Xuan, and the rest, along with the subordinates brought by Fucha Tai, all kneeled before Chen Xuan.

This scene truly bore no difference from the ancient courtiers kneeling before the Emperor.

Chen Xuan found it amusing within his heart.

These people were utterly foolish, actually treating themselves as if they were emperors.

"What age are we in now, where is there any ’Your Majesty’!"

"Let the matter of today be settled like this, but if there is another who dares to trouble my wife, I will show no mercy!"

Fucha Rongcan hurriedly kowtowed, "This servant dares not anymore!"

Fucha Tai’s forehead touched the ground, his attitude extremely respectful, "My Fucha Family Clan has been the loyal servants of Your Highness for generations! We wish to eternally follow by Your Highness’ side!"

"Should Your Highness have any commands in the future, just give the order, and my Fucha Family Clan will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

The illustrious Master Qiansui of Jinmen was willing to become a servant, to attend and serve; such words, if heard by the people of Jinmen, would assuredly cause their jaws to drop.

Chen Xuan, however, snorted coldly, "I do not need any servants. I only know that now is not the previous dynasty, and you no longer deserve to issue orders before the people with the airs from the old times."

"You, just like everyone else, are nothing more than an ordinary person."

"The title of Qiansui, merely adds to one’s amusement!"

Fucha Tai hurriedly kowtowed to admit his mistake, "What Your Highness said is extremely true! Rest assured, from today onward, I will stop presuming upon my inflated sense of self-importance."

"Jinmen will no longer have a Qiansui!"

Chen Xuan paid them no further attention; he did not even spare the crowd another glance and simply left.

"Farewell, Your Highness!"

Fucha Tai and others kowtowed and saw him off.

At this moment, outside the Hongqi Hotel.

Han Jingting watched the hotel entrance, strictly guarded, her heart filled with anxiousness.

Just now, Master Qiansui had suddenly arrived, bringing people to directly seal off the entire hotel, and Han Jingting worried about Chen Xuan’s safety.

Now that twenty minutes had passed without any sign of Chen Xuan coming out, Han Jingting could wait no longer and was about to dial the police.

But just at that moment.

"Look, someone’s coming out!" There was a clamor in the crowd.

Han Jingting looked up and saw a figure slowly walking out of the hotel from afar, it was Chen Xuan!

Han Jingting quickly went to meet him, and after checking him over, seeing that he was completely unharmed and not even a speck of dust on him, she was somewhat puzzled.

"Master Qiansui... didn’t give you a hard time?"

Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head, "Of course not, that Master Qiansui was quite reasonable. He scolded Young Master Fucha heavily, then let me go."

"Really... really?" Han Jingting could hardly believe it.

Chen Xuan nodded, "Of course."

Naturally, he wouldn’t tell Han Jingting that the Master Qiansui, who could cover the sky with one hand in Jinmen, had knelt before him as soon as he saw him; otherwise, there would be just too much to explain.

The key was that Han Jingting might not believe it anyway.

Afterward, Chen Xuan left the Hongqi Hotel with Han Jingting.

Once Chen Xuan and she had departed, Fucha Tai also came out of the hotel with his people.

The crowd at the entrance was noisy, and when they saw the scene before them, they were stunned.

They saw Fucha Tai with a bloodied forehead.

The eight bodyguards in yellow jackets by his side were limping, clearly also badly injured.

The worst off was Fucha Tai’s son, Young Master Fucha, a well-known playboy of Jinmen, now being carried out with bloodied legs.

The crowd was taken aback, unable to believe what they were seeing.

This was Fucha Tai, this was the illustrious Master Qiansui!

How could he have met with such a wretched fate.