Chapter 125: Have You Ever Been Hit with a Stick?

Ji Junhong closed the vermilion gate and strolled leisurely inside.

As he moved, the Imperial Guards all lifted their heads one by one. Their cyan faces bore sharp fangs, their eyes glowing crimson, coldly fixated on the moving figure.

The entire palace was silent, with only Ji Junhong walking toward the main hall.

“Can a great demon transform living people into demon soldiers?” Ji Junhong scanned the half-human, half-demon figures, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes.

“Or are they merely tainted by demonic energy?”

“Even in history, such incidents were rare, and hardly ever on such a large scale.”

He observed them for a moment, his confusion growing more apparent. “Unlike the undead outside the city, these seem to have been corrupted by demonic energy while still alive, becoming half-human, half-demon.”

“Is their consciousness altered, or are they directly controlled by that great demon? Like puppets?”

Ji Junhong murmured quietly, “This great demon came without warning. Almost no one reacted in time, which caused this disaster. She seems connected to the Liang Kingdom. Once this matter is settled, a visit there is unavoidable. I have a feeling something is unfolding.”

He walked as if unbothered, treading upon the ancient bluestone slabs of the palace, worn by countless years.

Only when he reached the center of the Imperial Guards did one demon soldier suddenly raise its head and shout furiously, “Kill!”

Countless guards drew their long blades, spewing demonic energy from their mouths as they charged toward him.

Even more sword and blade auras sliced through the air, streaking toward Ji Junhong. These energies bore traces of purple demonic power. Clearly, their strength had not diminished after demonization; rather, the demonic energy and their internal power complemented each other, enhancing their might.

A smile curled at the corner of Ji Junhong’s mouth as golden light suddenly radiated from his body. Several golden dragon auras surged forth, darting swiftly.

The golden dragons intercepted the attacks and roared as they charged forward.

Compared to the golden dragon aura he wielded at the peak of the first rank, Ji Junhong had now reached Grandmaster level. Each golden dragon aura stretched hundreds of meters long, and a single sweep of head and tail could topple countless Imperial Guards.

Ji Junhong moved with ease, showing no sign of effort, until he arrived before the Golden Throne Hall.

Inside the pitch-black hall, no light was visible.

Only faintly, a subtle fragrance drifted from within, refreshing and intoxicating, as if awakening the deepest desires.

Ji Junhong gazed calmly at the hall. His vision could not penetrate the darkness—this was the only place in the entire palace he could not see into.

“Come out,” he said evenly.

“Hehehehe,”

From the darkness came a woman’s seductive, sultry voice:

“Young man, why don’t you come in to see me instead?”

A slight smirk tugged at Ji Junhong’s lips, golden light flickering in his eyes.

“If I go in, wouldn’t you just gobble me up?”

“Hahaha! You possess the ‘True Power of Nine Dragons’ and have the Human Emperor Sword as your master weapon. As the reigning Human Emperor, are you really afraid of me?”

The woman’s voice was sweet, tinged with a hint of grievance.

“I just picked a random country to make my nest, never expected to meet the Human Emperor. What a hard life.”

Ji Junhong’s gaze grew chilly before he smiled faintly. The Human Emperor Sword in his hand gleamed softly. He nodded. “Very well, I will enter.”

With that, he strode boldly into the hall.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, the hall suddenly brightened, illuminated by flickering green flames.

Above, the entire court of civil and military officials hung suspended from the beams, their bellies slit open and intestines used as ropes.

Their bodies had long since become mummified; dark red blood stained the floor a vivid crimson.

Blood and severed limbs splattered the walls and windows. Scattered on the floor were several corpses stripped to bones, their skulls gnawed clean.

A fierce wind howled, blowing into the hall, causing the hanging corpses to sway wildly, their legs moving rhythmically.

“Crack, crack!”

The skeletal remains bowed their heads, fixating on Ji Junhong as he stepped inside.

“Well? Human Emperor, do you like my handiwork?”

The sultry voice echoed from above.

On the golden dragon throne sat a languidly reclining woman dressed provocatively. She wore a golden dragon robe, yet its broad folds could not conceal her graceful figure.

Her thighs were exposed, and just a glance sent blood rushing and imagination soaring.

Her features were enchanting—impossible to describe her beauty, but at first sight, one felt she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Those fond of mature women would see her as the hottest matron.

Those who preferred strong, commanding women would find her the most compelling empress.

For those who favored innocence, they could glimpse a purity in her face and form that stirred nostalgic memories.

If you liked all these types, congratulations—you embodied every image she desired.

The beautiful woman smiled sweetly, resting her chin on her hand, alluring and captivating. Her voice was melodious.

“After discovering your actions, the first thing I did was eliminate those who nagged incessantly at my ears.”

“I’ve endured so long, finally had a chance to vent.”

Ji Junhong lowered his eyes slightly, exhaling slowly, “Thousand-faced Demon Fox.”

“Ahahaha! As expected of the Human Emperor, you recognized my true nature at once. But tell me, Human Emperor, is there anything else you wish to see?”

The woman covered her mouth with a light laugh, her body dipping slightly, revealing her magnificent sin.

Ji Junhong shook his head, his golden light intensifying as he calmly said, “Nothing more to see.”

“Hehehe, Human Emperor, don’t you like this body of mine?” the woman teased. “So far, no man has resisted my temptation.”

Ji Junhong tilted his head and suddenly asked, “Really? I heard someone once struck you with a stick.”

The smile on the woman’s face faltered, a faint ache stirring on her forehead.

She gritted her teeth, about to speak, but at that moment, golden light erupted fiercely!

“Boom!”

The rubble above the Golden Throne Hall shattered abruptly. Several golden dragons burst forth, soaring straight into the heavens!