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Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Divine Crossbow Team_1 Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146: Divine Crossbow Team_1 Despite Dong Sanlang being the only one, it was very difficult to encircle the entire platform with just the whip in his hand.

Ren Zhong was in charge of setting the explosives on fire and throwing them while more than a dozen guards encircled Yang Wenxiao and several others, swinging their swords to block the rebels rushing up.

Explosion sounds, wails of agony, and persistent shrieks poured into her ears. Qiao Xiaomai clenched her teeth, one hand propping up Yang Wenxiao’s chair, using it to support her body as she finally dared to look toward the living hell before her.

To her, this scene was a living hell, with the scenarios from TV dramas vividly playing out before her eyes. Lives were reduced to ants, and she stood there dazed, her small face slightly pale.

The hundreds of assassins trained by Shen Chenghao were all experts, with martial arts skills that surpassed those of the Imperial Guards. If it hadn’t been for the explosives holding them off, the platform would have been overwhelmed by this group of masters by now.

“Your Highness, perhaps you should retreat?” Ren Zhong, seeing the dense crowd before him, couldn’t help but grow anxious.

Although the range of Dong Sanlang’s whip was wide, it couldn’t kill, and if this continued, once Dong Sanlang exhausted his strength, they would be in danger.

Yang Wenxiao appeared completely composed, his face devoid of any urgency. He stood up, raised both hands, and gently clapped three times.

Immediately, a group of black-clothed figures appeared on a nearby city tower, each holding a black Divine Crossbow. The arrows whistled through the air toward their targets, striking the rebels with deadly accuracy.

After one group finished shooting, another immediately took their place.

After five rotations like this, only a few of Shen Chenghao’s hundreds of assassins remained.

Just now, there had been explosions and screams of terror, but now only the screams remained. The few remaining rebels tried to run, but arrows from the city tower shot out at them, leaving none alive.

In the blink of an eye, the boisterous group of rebels who had just been shouting and slaying was wiped out, not a single one left alive.

Yang Wenxiao stood atop the platform, looking down at the corpses strewn across the ground, his lips curling up as he turned to Shen Chenghao, standing nearby, “As an emperor, did you really think my only chip was explosives?”

Shen Chenghao’s teeth chattered. He stared intensely at Yang Wenxiao, a fear like he had never known before enveloping him, leaving his body stiff and immobile.

Terrifying, it was simply terrifying.

What was this weapon that was even more fearsome than explosives? In an instant, hundreds of screaming people turned into corpses!

“That is called the Divine Arm Crossbow, the secret weapon of the Yang Family. How do you like its power?” Yang Wenxiao continued to ask.

Crossbows have been around for ages, but when he first met Liuli, she had mentioned a few areas for improvement. After he established Daqi, he commanded his people to research based on those hints.

Once they developed the Divine Crossbow, which was several times more powerful than before, he formed the Divine Crossbow Team, effectively his secret guard.

The signal he had just fired was not a call for the Imperial Guards or the Palace Guards but a summon for the Divine Crossbow Team.

For a small-scale rebellion like this, with the Divine Crossbow Team’s involvement, quelling it was guaranteed.

He raised his head, giving a wave of his hand to the Divine Crossbow Team on the city tower, and they immediately disappeared, returning to where they belonged.

He looked around once more, seeing the civil officials bunched up shivering in a corner, the military officers each covered in bloodstains, and the surrounding guards gasping for air. He took a deep breath, “Tie up Minister Shen and return to the Palace.”

At these words, people immediately stepped forward to tie up Shen Chenghao. Shen, rigid, continued to stare intensely at Yang Wenxiao, refusing to concede defeat, “Yang Wenxiao, don’t you be smug! The ‘Flower of Hell’ has no antidote. Wait for the grief of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one!”