Overnight, the winds and clouds changed. The Dark King struck, the Green King was defeated, grievously wounded and vanished, and the King's Ring was lost. This shocking upheaval swiftly reached the Purple Thorns Royal Palace, making the Purple King's expression change at once as she tended to Hong Wulei.
Without question, after the Green King, the Dark King's next target would be her. She could not simply sit and wait for death.
She simply did not understand why the Dark King, who had endured in silence for more than ten years, had chosen this moment to strike at the Green King.
"Your Majesty, someone has broken into the palace!"
The urgent report had barely arrived when a red-clad figure flashed past. In an instant, he was already in the hall. Glancing at the lovely figure on the bed, he said calmly, "Wulei, come back with your young master."
"Insolence!"
Seeing the newcomer, the Purple King flew into a rage. She struck out with her palm, Vast Essence surging violently.
Ning Chen gave a cold snort. His afterimage flashed past as he evaded the palm force, then clenched his right hand. Yama appeared in the world, and with a slash of his sword, howling winds and raging tempests roared forth.
The Purple King turned her palm, true essence churning as she blocked the fierce sword light with a crash.
"What is the meaning of this, sir?" The Purple King stood before the bed, staring coldly at the red-clad young man.
"I am taking my own maidservant home. That is perfectly natural and right; it seems I do not need your consent."
Ning Chen sheathed his sword and shifted his gaze to Hong Wulei behind the Purple King. "Wulei, the Green King is already dead. Your vengeance for your father has been