Your Majesty, please beg for mercy. The prince's rebellion was successful.

Crunch!

The knife-wielding man who had been prepared to strike tear off Emperor Wan Qing's shirt.

His upper body was naked and exposed to everyone's sight.

Even though he is old, one can still barely see some lines in his muscles. Although he is an emperor, Emperor Wan Qing is not a person who seeks pleasure. Instead, he practices physical exercise frequently.

But it is really miserable that such an emperor ended up like this.

You know, in the past, this was an act of great disrespect that would lead to the execution of nine generations of the family.

But now, no one cares.

Only the people of the Yuan Dynasty gritted their teeth, with murderous intent on their faces.

Emperor Wan Qing closed his eyes and his face trembled, but he finally slowly opened his eyes again.

He knew that at this moment, he no longer had any so-called dignity.

His only value or use is to help the people in the imperial capital survive.

The knife-wielding warriors of the Great Xia Kingdom who saw this scene also had their expressions slightly changed.

His body was shaking, and the dagger he was holding tightly was trembling a little. After all, this was the emperor, a powerful being whom he had never dared to look directly at.

However, with Tuoba Nazha's call, he gritted his teeth, and the sharp blade finally fell on Emperor Wan Qing's body.

A chilling feeling came over me instantly.

Immediately, there was a surge of piercing energy, and the wound was constantly cut by the blade.

This cut avoided important parts and started from the back.

The cut from this knife was neither big nor deep, but it directly cut off a piece of Emperor Wan Qing's flesh.

Blood spurted out, and the huge stinging pain made Emperor Wan Qing's body tremble, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

When had he ever been humiliated like this?

But Emperor Wan Qing forced himself to suppress the pain in his body.

He turned to look at the people under the city wall, a relieved smile on his face.

Then he stared at Tuoba Nazha, waiting for her to fulfill her promise.

"damn it!"

"He, he actually held back?!"

Tuoba Pants was so angry that he stomped his feet.

I thought Emperor Wan Qing would beg for mercy and his image would collapse, but I didn't expect that Emperor Wan Qing actually held back.

This simply fueled his arrogance.

"Why are you panicking!?"

“This is just one cut.”

"How long do you think he can hold out against being cut into pieces?!"

On the contrary, Tuoba Nazha is not extreme at all.

At this moment, it is a gamble, a gamble on the limits of Emperor Wan Qing.

However, Tuoba Nazha believed that she would definitely agree.

Seeing your own body being dismembered and feeling the vitality of your body slipping away, how horrible is that? !

Not to mention that Emperor Wan Qing had never suffered as he sat on the throne, even those professionally trained assassins could not hold on.

Or Emperor Wan Qing would beg for mercy.

Or Emperor Wan Qing was trying to commit suicide.

But no matter which one it is, as long as Emperor Wan Qing does this, the so-called faith of the entire Yuan Dynasty will collapse in an instant.

And that is exactly what Tuoba Nazha wanted.

The corners of her mouth were drawn, and she was suddenly not in a hurry.

Nodding, the soldier randomly picked an old woman from the crowd and expelled her directly from the city wall.

Tuoba Nazha, did you keep your promise?

If anyone had doubts before, now they are convinced.

Some people began to become active.

On the one hand, they felt sorry for Emperor Wan Qing.

But on the other hand, I hope I can survive.

How could such a little thought be hidden from Tuoba Nazha?

The more people were like this, the happier she was.

This is because, if Emperor Wan Qing's performance is not satisfactory, the entire people will be completely disappointed.

All the beliefs accumulated before will collapse.

If you want to kill someone, you must first make him crazy!

This is what Tuoba Nazha learned from Zhou Zheng.

I just don't know how long Emperor Wan Qing can hold on? !

"continue......"

Tuoba Nazha shrugged and signaled the knifemen on the city wall not to stop.

After receiving the order, the knifeman continued to cut along the previous wound with the sharp blade.