Who didn't want to become the overlord of the realm?
Under heaven, nothing was not the king's land; to the edges of the realm, none were not the king's subjects. Power was intoxicating. Countless heroes and tyrants gambled their fortunes and lives, crossing mountains of blades and seas of fire to fight for the throne. The imperial road was paved with dry bones and blood.
After living long enough and seeing enough, it was really all the same. Everything was but illusion.
The honey-filled rice cake was too sticky. As she ate, it accidentally stuck to her teeth. The sensation was strange; her mouth felt uncomfortable, and she kept trying to lick it off with her tongue. After licking for ages without getting it loose, she had no choice but to open her mouth and pick at her teeth with the nail of her little finger...
Across from her, the five Golden Core Cultivators did not immediately attack Bai Yujun, this unfamiliar outsider. Instead, they directed the experts of their respective Lineages to deal with the royal family in an utterly one-sided massacre.
Blood washed over the training ground...
Ren Zhuo, panting heavily, watched the chaos in the training ground and suddenly felt disheartened.
What a familiar sight. It was as though he could see how his father had suddenly died back then. The king was dead. Once haughty, arrogant, and cold-hearted, he now died with his eyes open, trampled back and forth on the ground like a dead dog.
The Seventh Princess had been captured. All male members would die, while the women incapable of stirring up any trouble were treated by the five Aristocratic Clans as Spoils of War.
Suddenly, someone attacked Ren Zhuo!
The chaotic training ground was filled with screams and wails. No one knew which