The Golden Hall was in a mess, Zhu Little Feet stumbled under Li Feng’s legs, crying: "Your Majesty, the Nine Gates will be destroyed soon, Your Majesty must escape! This servant has ordered my adopted sons to prepare the carriage and casual clothes outside the North Gate. There are 130 guards left inside, they will escort Your Majesty to break through the encirclement with their lives.”

Li Feng kicked him down with one foot: "Dog servant daring to decide things on your own, go! Bring me the imperial sword!"

When Wang Guo heard these words, he also bowed down together: "Your Majesty, please think twice, as long as Your Majesty is safe and sound, the nation will have a place to lean on, the future has not tasted..."

An imperial guard held the imperial sword in front of Li Feng. Li Feng drew it, piercing through Wang Guo's official hat.

Li Feng strode out of the hall.

Zhu Little Feet crawled after the Emperor. The six ministries and nine branches resembling a herd of sheep in confusion seemed to have found their leader. They could not help but follow Li Feng one after another. On the other side of the Northern Gate, Zhu Little Feet’s pair of prostitute sons impatiently called out to him.

Zhu Little Feet shouted: "How dare you!"

After all, he was still a trusted servant of the Emperor. As a few guards hesitated, the two men took this opportunity to rush in. Just then, the head monk of Hu Guo Temple also arrived, a group of people who appeared to be fighting monks followed behind him, walking to Li Feng.

Li Feng’s expression seemed to ease up, but before he could greet Master Liao Chi, one of Zhu Little Feet’s sons suddenly raised his head. His submissive face was filled with murderous intent. He followed after Zhu Little Feet, just five steps away from Emperor Long An, then opened his mouth and spat out an arrow.

No one could have predicted this scene; everyone was momentarily shocked.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Little Feet shouted, his plump body rolled over and hit Li Feng hard from behind to prevent a fatal blow. Li Feng staggered a step and almost fell onto Liao Chi. He turned back in anger and looked around, Zhu Little Feet had his eyes wide open, as if he still could not believe that his obedient and filial son would turn into an assassin, his body twitched like a wooden puppet, his breathing stopped before he could make a sound.

Li Feng held his breath. At that moment, he could hear a Buddha's prayer, but before the Emperor had time to mourn, he felt an icy cold hand on his neck. Master Liao Chi's hand hidden inside his sleeve was donning an iron gauntlet, the monstrous hand which could easily crush stones grabbed the Emperor's fragile neck. The imperial sword fell to the ground with a clattering sound.