Chapter 11666 — Would Your Majesty Find That Easier to Accept?
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Not only had he done it, he had weathered it unscathed, and what was more, he had surged all the way through and forced his way across the threshold of a god-tier powerhouse.
To call him the strongest god-tier powerhouse in the Inner Royal Court's history might invite dispute, but to call him its most legendary god-tier powerhouse was beyond all doubt.
Qin Siren could not hold back. "Wei Zhao is still a far cry from the Banished Immortal, isn't he?"
Far was an understatement. Had the Prince of Qin not brought it up, the two would never have been discussed in the same breath even subconsciously.
However fierce Wei Zhao's rise, he was still nowhere near the point of being mentioned alongside the Banished Immortal.
The Prince of Qin was noncommittal. "Back then, who could have predicted that Li Zui, spurned by public sentiment, would not only escape utter ruin but claw his way all the way up to become a god-tier powerhouse?"
No one said anything more.
Be that as it may, Old Qin and the rest remained unconvinced by the possibility.
After all, the Inner Royal Court had only one Banished Immortal Li Zui.
The Son of Heaven's palace.
Everyone was frozen, exchanging glances, at a loss for how to react.
The Zhou Son of Heaven was terrified at heart. Matters had come to this point, and they had slipped entirely beyond his control.
The Wei Zhao before him gave off no aura to speak of, yet at this moment, merely standing there quietly without a word, Wei Zhao pressed down on the Zhou Son of Heaven with such force that he was shaken to the core.
And yet, when he saw the public sentiment in the sky begin to gather and return, clearly more frenzied and turbulent than before, the Zhou Son of Heaven's confidence came flooding back at once.
"Public sentiment cannot be deceived! Public sentiment is as great as heaven!"
The Zhou Son of Heaven trembled with excitement, and could not help but hiss in a gleeful whisper, "You're finished, Wei Zhao! Public sentiment cannot be killed! No matter how many times you crush it, it will come back fiercer than ever!"
Never before had he possessed such overwhelming confidence, but this time he truly stood on the right side of history.
And so it was.
At least in this moment, the public sentiment of the entire Inner Royal Court had been thoroughly enraged by Wei Zhao.
For a time, nearly all the populace was furiously cursing Wei Zhao, hurling upon his head every foul word they could summon in their lives.
Wei Zhao seemed to have become the sworn, mortal enemy of them all!
The great figures of every faction put on expressions of those settling in to watch a good show.
This time Wei Zhao had well and truly kicked a hornet's nest. Even if he shattered public sentiment once more, it would only return in a more turbulent, more violent form.
Until it crushed him into utter ruin!
Everyone was waiting for Wei Zhao's response, or more accurately, everyone was waiting to see Wei Zhao make a fool of himself.
"Why make things hard on yourself! If you had just swallowed the loss honestly from the start, the whole thing would have blown over. Stirred up to this point, you truly have no way to step down now."
The Zhou Son of Heaven laughed in a low, smug voice.
He might be kneeling on the ground, but in this moment he could already issue a victor's declaration.
This move the Queen had devised for him, to place oneself in death's ground and thereby live, truly was a brilliant stratagem, a stroke down a sidelong path that struck straight to the heart!
Wei Zhao looked at him. "Aren't you afraid I'll flip the table?"
The Zhou Son of Heaven's heart lurched, but he steadied himself at once and said with insolent assurance, "I wager you wouldn't dare."
If Wei Zhao conceded now, at worst he took a loss, a rather large loss to be sure, but if he flipped the table outright, then he would lose everything.