"One!"
Ignoring the crowd's reaction, whether it was fervor or panic, Nie Yun slowly rose into the air. He looked down upon the buildings of the Imperial Palace, his expression unchanging as he called out the first number.
"Lord King Yun! Lord King Yun!"
He had only called out one word when urgent shouts came from within the palace. Immediately after, a group of ministers emerged, escorting the barely breathing His Majesty the Emperor out of the Imperial Palace.
At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor's face was ashen and bruised, with dark circles ringing his eyes. His entire body was swollen, and he had lost all semblance of an emperor, looking for all the world like a beggar.
"Hm?"
Nie Yun hadn't expected this situation and was momentarily stunned.
'The ministers actually captured the Emperor of the Empire alive?'
