Chapter 205 The True Master

Chapter 205 The True Master

"Stop them! Stop them all for me!"

"Archers, prepare! Shoot the frightened horse! Shoot it!"

At the entrance of the main hall, Zhao Biao, the commander of the Imperial Guards, was shouting at the top of his lungs.

He wore a yellow riding jacket bestowed by the emperor, brandished a long sword, and tried to reorganize the broken defensive line.

In his view, a beast is still a beast.

Once a few of the leaders are killed, the rest will naturally disperse.

"Pfft!"

An Imperial Guard soldier who was trying to get closer slashed a chestnut horse hard in the leg with his sword.

The warhorse let out a mournful cry and knelt down, its blood staining the gold bricks red.

On the high platform, Tang Li's eyes instantly turned cold.

Who dares to harm her "soldiers"?

She nestled in Pei Yunjing's arms, not shouting or yelling, but simply extending a slender finger and gently pointing at Zhao Biao, who was wildly slashing with his knife and acting arrogantly.

Kick him.

An invisible spiritual command was precisely transmitted to a black, fiery horse that was charging up behind Zhao Biao.

That was an Akhal-Teke horse from the Western Regions, which was naturally irritable. It had almost been slashed by Zhao Biao's longsword earlier and was already seething with anger.

Having received the decree from the "goddess," the fierce light in the eyes of this wild horse intensified.

It didn't neigh, but silently turned around, pointing its large, firm rump at Zhao Biao, who was yelling loudly.

The muscles in the hind legs are tense, preparing for power.

"Kill them!"

Zhao Biao was still issuing orders, completely unaware that death was already standing behind him.

"Bang!!!"

A dull, muffled sound, like a thunderclap striking leather.

The horse's hooves, like cannonballs, landed squarely on Zhao Biao's back!

"puff--!"

Before Zhao Biao could even let out a scream, blood gushed from his mouth, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string!

He drew a perfect parabola in the air.

It flew over the chaotic crowd, and over the broken table.

"Thump!"

He landed squarely on the platform, rolling right at the feet of the young emperor Zhao Yuan's golden dragon throne.

"Ouch……"

Zhao Biao's spine was completely broken, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud. He twitched twice and then remained still.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining the carpet in front of the dragon throne.

"Ah! Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

The little emperor, who had just peeked out from under the table, was terrified when he saw the bloody figure suddenly flying towards his feet. He screamed and scurried back inside.

The Imperial Guards watched as their commander was kicked away like a rag doll, their hands trembling as they gripped their swords, no longer daring to swing their blades at the herd of horses.

Is that horse... possessed? Its kicks are incredibly accurate!

Amidst this widespread terror.

Pei Yunjing remained seated on the tiger-skin chair, his posture languid.

He raised his wine glass, took a small sip, and glanced indifferently at the commander whose fate was unknown, then at the black horse that was still snorting and looking smug.

"Tsk."

Pei Yunjing put down his wine glass. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an air of indifference and admiration, as if he held life and death in his own hands.

"That horse kicked quite well."

He turned his head to look at Tang Li, who was secretly laughing in his arms, his eyes full of indulgence:

"I'll have the Imperial Stables give it extra food later."

"reward."

The Imperial Guards looked at each other, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside them.

The commander was kicked out of power, but the regent not only didn't blame him, he even rewarded him with a horse?

What does this tell us?

This shows that in the eyes of this regent, the commander of the Imperial Guard who usually acted arrogantly was not even as valuable as a horse!

This further illustrates that this is the Hall of Supreme Harmony, in this magnificent imperial palace.

The emperor's word doesn't count, nor does the empress dowager's word.

There is only one true master!

“Hah-er—!”

The black horse seemed to understand Pei Yunjing's words. It excitedly reared up, let out a long neigh, then turned around and continued to join the "house-destroying" carnival.