Chapter 11667 — Dead Silence
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To the very end, the Zhou Son of Heaven had never imagined he would die in such a manner.
A figure like Wei Zhao—should he not have weighed the gains and losses and then made the correct decision that cost him the least?
How had he suddenly flipped the table?
By his own reckoning, the Zhou Son of Heaven simply could not fathom Wei Zhao's purpose in doing this.
Or rather, given the gulf in understanding between the two, if the Zhou Son of Heaven could have grasped what Wei Zhao was thinking at that moment, that would truly have been the most outrageous absurdity.
Watching the Zhou Son of Heaven's corpse slowly collapse, Wei Zhao offered one last piece of advice in all sincerity.
"If you don't have what it takes to flip the table, then don't sit down at the gambling table, because you can't afford to lose."
With that, beneath the countless gazes fixed on him from within and without, Wei Zhao walked at an unhurried pace to the Son of Heaven's throne, planted himself upon it with broad, imperious ease, and looked down upon the whole assembly.
Everyone was struck dumb.
For a full quarter of an hour, not a soul dared make a sound.
Even the popular will—which had been ceaselessly gathering above the Son of Heaven's palace, preparing to return with ever greater ferocity—quietly dissolved into thin air.
There was no other reason: the people of the Inner Royal Court had been scared witless.
Killing the Son of Heaven openly before all—nothing of the sort had ever happened in the long history of the Inner Royal Court.
In that moment, terror had seized every mind; the vast majority of people were utterly blank, with no idea how they ought to react.
In the face of fear, all resentment and curses seemed utterly pale.
The popular will crumbled and scattered, and what followed on its heels was the eruption of the entire Inner Royal Court's vast reservoir of destiny!
Everyone seemed to hear, clear as day, the sound of something cracking.
It was the sound of the shackles of an age snapping apart.
The crowd suddenly grasped it: the great upheaval they had long feared, or long awaited, had arrived!
Every gaze naturally settled upon Wei Zhao.
"He's already a dead man."
Someone pronounced the verdict outright.
In truth, this was the view of the vast majority at that moment.
Since Wei Zhao had killed the Zhou Son of Heaven before all and personally opened the doors to the new age, it meant that, at least in this moment, he bore upon his shoulders the entire weight of the new age's karma!
That karma was too great, too heavy—it was simply not something any person could bear.
The reason the Zhou Son of Heaven had been so utterly brazen before this was his conviction that Wei Zhao would never dare to shoulder such karma. Not only Wei Zhao—anyone who dared to do so would inevitably end up crushed to death by that karma!
Of this, there was not the slightest room for doubt.
And now, the retribution had come.
With this karma pressing down, even if Wei Zhao's own strength was formidable and he could hold out for a short while, staving off being crushed to death in public, his eventual fate was already sealed.
Elder Qin commented, "The young man is still too hot-blooded. To throw away a grand situation for the sake of a moment's anger—he should not have."
Qin Siren chimed in, "In the midst of a great upheaval, it's already terribly hard for us 'old waves' to live to the end. Now that Wei Zhao has gone and done this, he's branded himself as the leader of the old waves—now there's really no way for him to avoid dying."
Bai Shizu, too, sighed silently to himself.
Wei Zhao's existence had always weighed on him like a mountain.
Even though he was not one to belittle himself—even though he had been promoted into the highest decision-making circle of the Prince of Qin's Estate and his prospects could hardly be brighter—when placed beside Wei Zhao, he simply did not measure up.