Chaos Supreme Reincarnation

The thunder roared like a war drum, as if a giant beast in the universe was roaring. Lightning flashed across the night sky, the light was dazzling, as if the anger of the gods was raging in the world. Then, heavy rain poured down, the amount of rain was pouring down like a river in the sky, submerging the land in water.

A shadow in nightgown, under the cover of heavy rain, quietly entered the bedroom of the third prince in the inner courtyard of the palace.

At this time, the eunuchs were already drowsy and leaning against the supporting pillars of the palace.

As soon as the figure entered the palace, the third prince Zhang Junjian, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the figure.

As a first-rate warrior, Zhang Junjian could have stood up and responded quickly, but the figure reacted too quickly. He flew to the Third Prince's bed in an instant, then stretched out his right palm and pressed it directly on the Third Prince's chest.

Zhang Junjian immediately felt a huge force coming from inside his body. It began to flow through his meridians, and his meridians could no longer withstand the force and burst.

In the blink of an eye, the Third Prince spat out a mouthful of blood, then pointed his finger at the other party and said, "You...! You...! You are!"

Zhang Junjian was unable to speak and fell into coma. Then his whole body collapsed along with the large rosewood bed.

The guards outside the hall heard the loud noise and went to check inside.

……

"There are assassins! There are assassins!"

The loud shouts of the guards alarmed the eunuchs in the third prince's palace.

The figure reacted quickly after finding himself stopped by the guards at the gate.

He drew out the soft sword from his waist and swept it forward. The sword shadow instantly turned into seven lotus flowers and shot towards the guards.

The sword energy entered their bodies, and the guards lost all their life.

It was at this moment that the killer flew out of the hall and returned the way he came.

Within two or three breaths, the deputy commander of the imperial guard on duty arrived at the third prince's bedroom. When he saw Zhang Junjian's miserable condition, he rushed over and quickly checked his pulse with his hand.

When he felt that the Third Prince's meridians were all severed, his brows furrowed and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was nervous and called out:

"Quickly call the imperial physician! The third prince has been assassinated!"

Then the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard stood up and ran towards the Qinzheng Hall.

……

In the same imperial palace, the Qinzheng Hall was brightly lit at this time.

The man sitting on the dragon throne in the main hall is called Zhang Wuji, the ruler of the Han Dynasty.

The Han Dynasty had been passed down to his generation for exactly one hundred generations.

At this moment, he was just forty years old, in the prime of his life.

As an excellent ruler, he was both civil and military.

In this land, warriors who reach the innate realm can become monarchs or leaders of sects.

Zhang Wuji became famous at a young age and was promoted to the Xiantian realm at the age of 20. Twenty years later, he has already stepped half a foot into the Grandmaster realm.

"Report to His Majesty! The Third Prince was assassinated! His meridians are completely destroyed!"

The deputy commander of the Imperial Guard knelt in front of Zhang Wuji, trembling all over.

The brush in Zhang Wuji's hand tore the paper of the memorial, and at the same time the tip of the brush pierced through the table.

Zhang Wuji frowned, his eyes full of anger. But he remained restrained at the moment, and then said: "I hope we can deal with this issue in a more serious and calm way. First, let's review the cause and development of the matter so that we can better understand the dilemma we are facing."

Then continued:

"Sound the Flying Fire Meteor, and all city defense forces are on high alert."

After Zhang Wuji finished saying this, he immediately flew out and headed towards the third prince's bedroom!

Since Zhang Wuji was close to the level of a grandmaster, his movements were as swift as the wind.

In a moment, Zhang Wuji stepped into the palace of the Third Prince. At this time, in front of Zhang Junjian's bed, there was a white-haired old man sitting.

Zhang Wuji saw this scene, but did not go forward to disturb him, but just waited quietly. He looked solemn, patiently waiting for the old man's diagnosis results.

Time passed so quickly. After a cup of tea, the old man stood up and said to Zhang Wuji sadly:

"Your Majesty, Jian'er's meridians have been completely severed. I'm afraid it will be impossible to repair them. He will never be able to enter the Xiantian realm again in this life. Alas! The chosen son of heaven, who appears once in a thousand years, has just passed by our Han Dynasty!