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.