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Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143: I’ve Been Prepared_1 Chapter 1143: Chapter 1143: I’ve Been Prepared_1 Yang Wenxiao stared at Shen Chenghao and chuckled, “Mincemeat? Are you reserving such an end for yourself in advance?”

He nodded, bending down to lift the silk cloth covering the table beside him, “Those who dare to revolt certainly deserve such a fate.”

Underneath the table was a wooden box about half a meter tall.

He reached out to pull the box out and then opened it, revealing the round explosives inside.

“Tong Sanlang, you’re in charge of holding these people back. Ren Zhong, you ignite the gunpowder,” he commanded.

“Everyone knows that the Yang Family has gunpowder but they don’t know about its Divine Power. Today, with so many people present, let’s use Shen Chenghao as a practice target and show them the true might of this gunpowder.”

As Yang Wenxiao’s voice faded, Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao bent down to lift the silk cloths from the tables beside them, revealing similar boxes underneath, filled with gunpowder.

After being inexplicably poisoned by the Hell Flower, Yang Wenxiao was almost driven insane by guilt; he felt slightly relieved only upon hearing news of the Divine Liquid.

Since then, he had strengthened the defense of the Imperial Palace.

The palace’s defenses needed bolstering, as did his defenses during daily travels.

Beyond a select few confidants, his most trusted assets were the explosives themselves.

Thus, when he ordered the preparation of the competition venue, he had Ren Zhong quietly bring over several boxes of explosives.

With three boxes of gunpowder at hand, plus nearly a hundred people on his side, dealing with Shen Chenghao wouldn’t be a problem.

After all, he had another move up his sleeve.

Thinking this, he took out something resembling a firestarter from his bosom, and lit it with the firestarter; the object suddenly flew up into the sky and exploded into a cloud of red mist.

Glancing at the thick red fog, Yang Wenxiao sighed, sat down on his chair, and picked up his teacup to sip it, eyeing Shen Chenghao with sarcasm, “Chancellor Shen, who do you think will end up as mincemeat now?”

Shen Chenghao’s face looked as unsightly as if he had eaten a dead rat.

He had just boasted that Yang Wenxiao couldn’t reach the gunpowder when the next moment Yang Wenxiao brought out three large boxes of it.

And what was that signal for?

From their current location, the red mist in the sky should be visible to both the Imperial Guards in the vicinity of the Imperial Palace and the Palace Guards.

Reinforcements were about to arrive.

He needed to win this battle swiftly.

With this in mind, he glared at Yang Wenxiao with eyes venomous as a poisoned snake, “Everyone, attack together! The Yang Family heirs have been poisoned by the Hell Flower and won’t live long–they’re bound to die!”

“Those who are about to die should have no fear!” he yelled.

At these words, Yang Wenxiao curled his lips into a cold smile. Without a word, he sipped his tea, watching those who, upon hearing Shen Chenghao’s command, wanted to rush forward but dared not make their move.

The legend of gunpowder had always circulated among a select few in Daqi.

Unfortunately for them, the Imperial Guards were part of that minority.

They hadn’t seen gunpowder before, but they all knew of its existence and enormous power–one that could easily grind a person to dust, offering no chance for physical resistance.

Grind to dust.

The deterrent power of those words was immense.

Now, with the gunpowder lain out in the open, it was natural for fear to take hold in the hearts of these people.

Seeing this reaction, Shen Chenghao became anxious. If he couldn’t achieve a quick victory, he’d stand no chance once the Imperial Guards or the Palace Guards arrived.

“What are you waiting for? Charge!” he bellowed loudly, his eyes bloodshot with urgency, his face contorting fiercely.

The smugness he had displayed just a moment ago had vanished without a trace.