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Naturally, they treated Tang Yin as their leader. After hearing his words, the four of them stepped forward, and two of them each held onto one of Peng Cheng's arms, then dragged him out.

At this time, Peng Cheng woke up from his shock. He turned his head and shouted, "I am the stately second rank official of the imperial government, Tang Yin, why did you kill me? What right do you have to kill me?! "

Tang Yin held his hands behind his back and laughed out loud, proudly asking as if no one was around: "Why? Just based on the one hundred thousand soldiers standing outside, with the million strong Feng Country army in my hands! Let alone a mere second grade, even if you have a first grade deceiving official, I will still not judge you to be a scoundrel, and will not hesitate to kill you! "

His words were about cutting gold and cutting iron. His killing intent was overwhelming. The hearts of all the ministers in the hall turned cold as beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down their cheeks. What they were afraid of was that Tang Yin would disregard everything and use his force, but in the end, he used whatever he was afraid of. So it turned out that the oil pots outside the hall were used by Tang Yin to blow people up.

At this time, Peng Cheng also realized that Tang Yin was truly going to kill him, his heart was in a knot, his nerves were stretched to the point of breaking, his scalp was numb, he waved his four limbs desperately, while struggling violently, he screamed like a pig: "Prime Minister Liang, save me! Prime Minister Liang, save this official … "

Peng Cheng's voice changed and made Tang Yin feel annoyed. He impatiently waved his hand and said, "Hurry up, I'm just asking you to drag someone out. How much longer do you need for me to delay?"

Hearing Tang Yin's dissatisfaction, the four guards' bodies trembled, and one of them anxiously stood out, and threw a heavy punch at Peng Cheng who was struggling endlessly. This punch struck right at Peng Cheng's lower abdomen, but after being struck, Peng Cheng let out a strange cry, and his struggling body also stopped. The two guards dragged Peng Cheng out of the great hall as if dragging a dead dog.

No one dared to speak, and no one dared to rush forward to stop him. All of the ministers looked towards Liang Xing, and in their eyes, only Liang Xing could speak to him. At this time, Liang Xing's face was already unsightly to the extreme. To have Tang Yin drag his trusted aide out into the frying pan in front of him, was no different from slapping him in the face in public.

Just as the guards were about to drag Peng Cheng out of the hall, Liang Xing suddenly shouted: "Wait!" While he was speaking, he rushed towards Tang Yin and sternly said: "Tang Yin, this is the imperial court, not your personal execution grounds. You are merely a third stage County Head, how can you execute a high ranking official of the imperial court who has reached the second stage?"

"A deceitful official who disrupted the imperial court will be killed even if I'm just a commoner. Furthermore, I am a minister who controls heavy troops, so naturally, I have the duty to exterminate the traitors in the imperial court!" Tang Yin smiled, and said indifferently.

"You …" Liang Xing was so angry that he almost couldn't speak, what kind of reason was this, it was simply forcing logic and using power to suppress people! He drew closer to Tang Yin, lowered his voice, and said faintly: "Tang Yin, I must remind you that there are hundreds of thousands of commoners gathered outside. If word of you killing the imperial court's ministers and spreading, you will be despised by tens of thousands of citizens …"

Without waiting for Liang Xing to finish speaking, Tang Yin bent his waist, leaned close and whispered into Liang Xing's ear: "Prime Minister Liang, I will repeat again to you in a low voice, the palace is already firmly under my control, and no news of this will spread. The citizens outside will only see a peaceful imperial court, and as for those deceitful people who are sentenced to death, no one will remember them."

Swish! Liang Xing's face instantly paled, his body violently trembled, his eyes that were staring at Tang Yin nearly spouted fire. As he clenched his fists, he did not even realize that his nails had dug into his flesh. The old man was enraged to the extreme.

Seeing that he could not speak, Tang Yin straightened his back and ignored him. Turning his head to look, he saw that the four guards who were dragging Peng Cheng did not move at all at the entrance of the hall. Tang Yin raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Did I ask you to stop? "Don't forget, I am your lord!"

The four bodyguards were so frightened that they shivered, why would they dare to delay any longer? Carrying Peng Cheng, they dragged him out of the hall door, down the stairs, and directly towards the oil pot below.

The ministers looked at each other, then pushed their way to the door of the megaron and peered out.

The four guards pulled Peng Cheng to the front of the wok, and immediately, a red-robed executioner came forward to welcome him. He held Peng Cheng down, and in a few moves, pulled all of's clothes away, and two executioners held Peng Cheng's shoulders, and one held him up by his feet, and raised him above their heads.

"Tang Yin, you vicious thief, one day you will be punished by the heavens …" The naked Peng Cheng, who was in mid air, turned his neck to the hall and screamed at the top of his lungs.

Seeing Peng Cheng scolding Tang Yin, the executioners were so scared that they did not dare delay at all. Both of them called out to each other, and then worked together to throw Peng Cheng out towards the first oil pot.

Plop!

Peng Cheng's body heavily fell into the oil pot, the oil inside had long been boiling and boiling, and the moment Peng Cheng entered, he was immediately cooked by the explosion, the place was filled with the strange smell of meat.

"Huh?"

The ministers crowded at the entrance of the hall could clearly see the situation. They had never seen such a cruel torture, and several of them were so scared that their legs went limp and they fell to the ground. Their eyes were glazed and their minds were blank.

"Wind!" Wind! Strong wind! Strong wind! "Wind —"

On the plaza, a hundred thousand Feng Army s roared together with their arms spread wide, their voices resounding to the point that it shook one's soul.

"Dead …" Peng Cheng was blown to death by Tang Yin … " Peng Cheng's immediate superior, Zhang Xin, staggered over to Liang Xing's side as he shouted in a shrill voice.

"Tang Yin!" Liang Xing was extremely afraid, and angry to the extreme. His expression changed constantly, and he suddenly roared, taking out the sword he carried with him, he pointed it at Tang Yin. The other ministers also unsheathed their swords one after another like they had gone mad, and gathered around Tang Yin.

Feng Country warriors, regardless of whether it was civil or military, would always carry a sword with them, the purpose of the sword was not to protect the body, but more of it was to decorate, and it could also be considered a symbol of one's personal status.

The ministers all moved their swords, but Tang Yin did not move at all. With his hands behind his back, he looked up to the sky and turned a blind eye to the swords around him.

He did not move, but there was a huge commotion outside, followed by the sound of messy footsteps, and then, several hundred guards rushed in from outside, some with halberds in their hands, they directly entered the hall, while others had bows drawn, or arrows nocked, and were all aimed at the officials in the hall.

"Ha ha!" Tang Yin laughed indifferently, and said faintly: "In the forbidden grounds of the palace, you actually dare to use your blade and sword, this is a capital offense. There are still twenty-nine oil pots outside, and it's enough for twenty-nine people to use.

This one question scared the sword-wielding ministers so much that their souls and souls almost flew out of their bodies. Everyone looked around at the surrounding Guard of Feng Army filled with killing intent, and instantly, the swords of dozens of people fell to the ground. The other ministers who surrounded Tang Yin were all scared and retreated.

Tang Yin, you want to use your arms to rebel? Liang Xing screamed.

Haha!" The prince was like a general. If he had the strength, then he would be a general! Liang Xing, you're defenseless, what right do you have to fight with me? Relying on these useless ministers? I advise you to stop dreaming. " Tang Yin's eyes suddenly flashed with a faint green light. His gaze was as sharp as a knife as it slowly swept over everyone present. He pointed at the throne in the middle of the hall and asked, "Who would agree to sit in that chair with me? "Who objects?

There were 29 oil pots waiting outside, beside him were a few hundred fully armed guards waiting, looking at him with tiger like eyes, just now there was still Peng Cheng as a former example, at this time, who would still dare to stand out and oppose Tang Yin. All the ministers were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their bodies trembled. Each of them lowered their heads deeply, not even daring to breathe.

Humph! With a sneer in his heart, Tang Yin's lips raised, and said with a sneer: "Since all of you Masters are not speaking, then I will take it as a tacit agreement."

"I object!" At the critical moment, Liang Xing appeared again.

Tang Yin had already endured Liang Xing for a long time. If not for Liang Qi, he would have already thrown Liang Xing into the frying pan. He suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered: With so many ministers present, just Prime Minister Liang alone is not enough!

Liang Xing turned his head to look at the other ministers, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Why don't you speak!"

No one said a word. In this life and death situation, the first thing that came to mind were ways to protect their lives. Whether Tang Yin would be the king or the leader of the army, that was secondary. Seeing the ministers all lowered their heads as if they did not hear his shouts, Liang Xing was so angry that his body trembled, and he immediately called out: "Zhang Xin, do you support Tang Yin in being the king?"

Hearing Liang Xing calling his name, Zhang Xin's body trembled and he almost fell to the ground. He obviously wished for Liang Xing to become the Feng King, but why did he say those words now? Just now, Peng Cheng had already been blown to death, so he might as well say half a word no to Tang Yin, and the next one to die would be him!

With great difficulty, he swallowed his saliva and stole a glance at Liang Xing and then at Tang Yin. Suddenly, he discovered that Tang Yin was also staring at him with a dark green gaze filled with evil intentions. He was so frightened that he shivered and his knees went limp. "This official supports Master Tang's title of king …

Hearing that, Liang Xing's head buzzed, he pointed his sword at the kneeling Zhang Xin and cursed: "Zhang Xin, you're worse than a dog who's afraid of death!"

"Ha ha!" Tang Yin laughed, and said: "As the saying goes, a wise man submits to the circumstances. Prime Minister Liang is smarter than you. "

"Bah!" The flustered and exasperated Liang Xing had already lost his reason, he spat towards Tang Yin and shouted: "Tang Yin, even if this old man dies, I will not agree to let you become the Feng King!"

Tang Yin's gaze froze as he stared straight at Liang Xing, and spoke while pausing after each word: "Liang Xing, do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?"