The Future Empress Is Given Death At The Beginning, And I Become Stronger When I Am Stupid.

Under the cover of night, in a valley.

A large group of soldiers wearing battle armor camped here.

And at the center of the camp, was the residence of Zhao Huairen, the Minister of War.

At this moment, inside the tent.

"Minister Zhao, do you think the Lord has succeeded?"

A military officer, filled with anticipation, asked in a low voice.

Zhao Huairen smiled slightly, full of confidence:

"The Lord has the support of Qin Tian, how could he possibly fail?"

"Our purpose in going this time is not to participate in the battle, but to carry out the final tasks."

After these words, the group of military officers inside the tent finally let go of their worries completely.

The reason they agreed to rebel with the Unfettered King in the first place was because they were extremely disappointed with the current emperor.

The second reason was the support behind the Unfettered King.

That was none other than Qin Tian, the emperor's father-in-law.

With him as support, how could the Unfettered King possibly fail?

"You can rest assured that once the Unfettered King ascends the throne, all of you will have the opportunity to rise to great heights and achieve great success."

The Minister of War said confidently.

At this moment, a soldier took out a cup, filled it with strong liquor, and raised his glass boldly:

"Come, colleagues, let's toast to overthrowing the tyrant's rule and bringing a bright future to Great Qin!"

Others also raised their glasses, their faces filled with excited smiles.

These words struck a chord with them.

They were not rebelling, nor were they traitors. They were the righteous force seeking to overthrow the tyrant's rule.

This was important.

Only in this way could they become meritorious officials and once again step onto the stage of the court, gaining higher ranks and titles.

Zhao Huairen also raised his glass and laughed heartily: "Cheers!"

The soldiers raised their heads and drank up.

Then followed a lively conversation, with everyone toasting and exchanging cups, creating a joyful atmosphere inside the tent.

However, what they didn't know was that at this moment, the tent was suddenly enveloped in an extremely deep darkness, as if countless invisible eyes were staring intently at this lively tent.

Chilling winds blew, emitting bone-chilling hissing sounds.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was suddenly blown up by a gust of cold wind.

Everyone couldn't help but shiver, the intoxication from the alcohol instantly dissipated. They felt a chill down their spines, as an atmosphere of anomaly enveloped the entire tent.

"What's going on? I actually felt a hint of coldness?" A general muttered to himself, his tone filled with uncertainty.

With his cultivation at the Spirit Sea Realm, he was already immune to heat and cold, but under this cold wind, he actually felt a trembling sensation.

Others also felt something was amiss, looking around vigilantly, mobilizing their internal energy, ready to fight at any moment.

And Zhao Huairen, with the highest cultivation, frowned, feeling a hint of familiarity in this aura.

Just then, a pitch-black chain suddenly traversed through the void, easily locking onto the neck of a military officer.

With a crisp sound, the officer's head drooped down.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, as he fell to the ground lifeless.

"Not good! We're under attack!" A commander's face showed horror as he shouted loudly.

At the same time, two more pitch-black chains appeared out of thin air.

With a piercing sound, they pierced the throats and chests of several other officers, taking their lives.

In just the blink of an eye, four or five commanders died one after another, their bodies falling stiffly to the ground.

"What... who are you?!"

The remaining five or six officers were terrified, drawing their swords and facing the unknown enemy.

The temperature inside the tent dropped sharply, and the shadow of death spread like a plague, engulfing everyone in the tent, causing everyone to shiver as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"It's the Dark God Guards!"

Zhao Huairan's eyes were about to burst, and he finally understood where the familiar feeling came from.

These chains were clearly the chains used by the Dark God Guards!

Zhao Huairan slammed the table with his palm, shouted loudly, and tried to rush out of the tent.

But at this moment, a long knife suddenly appeared and fiercely slashed down.

The blade radiated a brilliant light, like the rising sun, terrifyingly bright.

Zhao Huairan's heart pounded, his body covered in goosebumps, and he quickly activated his spiritual power to defend himself, summoning a defensive armor to protect his body.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed through the heavens and the earth, sparks flew, causing the Martial Artists in the tent to instinctively close their eyes, their eardrums buzzing.

"Ah..."

Accompanied by a miserable scream, Zhao Huairan was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood and flying backwards.

The sturdy tent collapsed and shattered from the impact.

Zhao Huairan crashed heavily onto the ground, covered in blood, his breath weak.

"Minister Zhao!"

Seeing this scene, the remaining generals were dumbfounded.

They never expected that someone as powerful as the Minister of War would be unable to even withstand a single move from the Dark God Guards!

"Hehe."

At this moment, a indifferent voice came, "You worthless people dare to rebel?"

Many Martial Artists looked up and saw a tall and thin figure slowly walking in from the entrance of the tent.

He wore a ghost-faced mask, with a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth, shaking his head and taunting them.

"It's you..."

After seeing the person clearly, Zhao Huairan's pupils contracted, his face filled with extreme horror.

He never expected that the person who came was the leader of the Dark God Guards, Ghost Face!

"Ghost Face? How dare that incompetent ruler Qin Mu let you leave Chang'an City? Isn't he afraid of assassination?" Zhao Huairan looked at the other person in panic, his voice trembling.

At this time, it should be the most chaotic period in Chang'an City. How could that incompetent ruler let the leader of the Dark God Guards come out to kill them instead of protecting his own safety??

Doesn't that incompetent ruler fear death!?

Or... has the situation in Chang'an City changed??

Thinking of this, Zhao Huairan's face turned extremely pale, his heart sinking like falling into a deep abyss.

Ghost Face was indeed Li Hanshan. The Dark God Guards never revealed their true identities outside, like ghosts hidden in the darkness, terrifying people at the mere mention of them.

He looked indifferently at Zhao Huairan, his eyes filled with a strong killing intent. "Bold rebel, how dare you directly address His Majesty by name, you deserve to die!"

In an instant, Li Hanshan's figure flashed, turning into a black stream of light and pounced forward.

"You..." Zhao Huairan widened his eyes, about to roar in anger.

But before he could finish speaking, Li Hanshan's attack had arrived.

Black chains pierced through the air, emitting a piercing sound, as venomous and ruthless as snakes.

Zhao Huairan's face changed dramatically, desperately activating the spiritual power within his body to gather in front of him, attempting to block everything.

Boom!

In the next moment, the chains slammed into Zhao Huairan's spiritual power barrier, producing a loud collision sound.

Immediately after, the spiritual power barrier shattered like glass, and then pierced through Zhao Huairan's body.

Zhao Huairan let out a miserable scream, lowering his head to see a black chain inserted between his chest and abdomen, with fresh red blood flowing out.

Li Hanshan waved his hand again, and another black chain swept out like a Flood Dragon, wrapping around Zhao Huairan's neck, lifting him up in mid-air.

His gaze was icy, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice became hoarse.

"Rebel Zhao Huairan, His Majesty has ordered the execution of all the males of the Zhao family, and the females will be sent to the Concubine Court.

"Congratulations, you are the last one to be judged."