Heavenly Dao Engine
Chapter 993 - 993 0592 The Unreliable Emperor_2

Chapter 993: Chapter 0592: The Unreliable Emperor_2 Chapter 993: Chapter 0592: The Unreliable Emperor_2 Upon hearing this, Emperor Jianwu became furiously incensed. If his soul hadn’t been trapped within his flesh, unable to move, he certainly would have exploded with rage and slapped Qi Tian to death in an instant. For him, the eminent Emperor Jianwu, to be coveted by Qi Tian as a servant was nothing short of a heinous betrayal of all that was right—an affront demanding the extermination not of nine clans but ten, eleven, twelve… Anyone related to Qi Tian should be killed without exception.

However, at this moment, such thoughts could only circulate in Emperor Jianwu’s mind, as he couldn’t even move a finger, let alone carry out the extermination of Qi Tian’s ten clans.

Emperor Jianwen held back his anger with great effort and finally managed to suppress the rage in his heart, saying, “Qi Tian, stop joking with me. Propose some conditions I can actually fulfill. Even if you say you want to be the master of Jianwu Palace, I might consider it. If nothing else, I could announce a retreat into closed-door death cultivation, and during this period, you could hold all the powers of Jianwu Palace.”

Qi Tian laughed, “Prince, you just said that no matter what conditions I proposed, you could agree to them. How much time has passed since then, not even a minute, right? Yet, the first condition I proposed has been denied by you. You show no sincerity at all, which is quite disappointing to me. Tell me, how can I trust your words now?”

Suppressing the anger within, Emperor Jianwu retorted, “Qi Tian, after all, I was once the Emperor of Great Zhao Nation, and you are a subject of Great Zhao. Do you think it appropriate for an emperor to serve as a servant to his subject? Are you not afraid that the people of Great Zhao will drown you with their spit?”

With a faint smile, Qi Tian responded, “Are you afraid the people of Great Zhao will drown you with their spit? As far as I know, Prince, during your rule, you did not refrain from killing in the Great Zhao. The policies you implemented were far from benevolent. The countless taxes and levies, the extortion—you were never short of such deeds. Why weren’t you afraid then that the people of Great Zhao would drown you with their spit? Now you use this kind of threat to frighten me, but do you think I’m scared? I think if the people of the Great Zhao knew, they would not drown me with their spit. Instead, they would celebrate with joy and laughter, and drown me with that.”

Emperor Jianwu fell silent once more. Strictly speaking, he indeed wasn’t a good emperor. The many years he had maintained his rule were based solely on his profound level of cultivation. Whoever dared to oppose him was simply slapped to death. The scornful looks and curses from the populace, and even the rebellions, were all meaningless to him.

Qi Tian said, “Prince, there’s no point in trying to move me with words now. Let me be clear—for my own safety, there can only be one outcome between us, which is that I am the master and you, the servant. Only when I can control your life and death, ensuring that none of your actions pose a threat to my personal safety, can I truly feel at peace. Without this precondition, all other offerings, no matter how seemingly alluring, no matter what terms you agree to, will not provide me with any sense of security.”

At this juncture, Emperor Jianwu realized Qi Tian was obstinate and set on implanting a Servant Pact in him, leaving no other choice. His externalized Divine Sense became restless, shedding its earlier feigned tranquility. In a somewhat tyrannical tone, he declared, “Qi Tian, I had thought of discussing this amicably with you. It was possible for both of us to reach an agreement of mutual benefit. However, you’ve gone too far, showing neither measure nor retreat, daring to entertain the thought of enslaving me. This is something I cannot allow and will never submit to without a fight. I will show you what happens when you push me to the brink!”

Emperor Jianwu wasn’t merely threatening Qi Tian with words. Before he had finished speaking, his Divine Sense shot out from his body towards one of the Half-step Nascent Soul level restrictions that he had prearranged in the small space. He intended to trigger the restriction and annihilate Qi Tian.

Having seen through Qi Tian’s cultivation level with the Breaking Illusion Mirror, he knew that Qi Tian was but a junior at the Half-step Golden Core stage. No matter how talented or powerful in combat, it was impossible for Qi Tian to contend with a restriction at the Half-step Nascent Soul level.

Emperor Jianwu was confident that triggering the restriction would surely lead to Qi Tian’s demise. As for how he would escape after killing Qi Tian, that was another matter, but there would always be a way with enough thought. Even if there were none, and his soul withered within his flesh, it was still preferable to becoming Qi Tian’s servant.

Since entering the confined space, Qi Tian had never let his guard down. The Heavenly Dao Engine was activated to its limit, and his detection of Spirit Qi covered the entire confined space and a significant area outside, vigilant against any possible threats.

The instant Emperor Jianwu’s Divine Sense left his body, Qi Tian detected it. Without hesitation, he knew that Emperor Jianwu was up to no good and certainly plotting something detrimental against him. How could Qi Tian allow that to happen? With a thought, a black hole opened in his palm, and the Transporting Whirlwind surged out like a ferocious wolf, pinning down the separated Divine Sense of Emperor Jianwu in an instant, leaving no opportunity for struggle.