When he returned from military service some time ago, he discovered that many factions in the kingdom that had originally supported him had all turned to his imperial sister instead.
Even his father was deeply disappointed in him, repeatedly showing admiration for Jun Qingyu in his words.
From that moment on, his desire to eliminate Jun Qingyu reached its peak.
He had not expected the opportunity to come so quickly.
As long as he killed Jun Qingyu, no one would be able to compete with him for the throne of the next king of the Ancient Trace Kingdom.
Jun Wentian spread his hands, lightning streaking across the sky behind him. Countless black and purple lightning serpents danced wildly at his back, casting the entire sky into flickering light and shadow.
He slowly raised a finger, aimed it at the figure below who no longer had any strength to resist, and gently pressed down.
Watching the lightning descend from the heavens, Jun Qingyu closed her eyes in despair.
She no longer had any strength to fight back. The Light Power within her was nearly exhausted, and she had used almost all of her Spirit Runes. Even moving a finger was difficult.
Countless images flashed through her mind: her father's stern face, her mother's gentle smile, and the figures of her fellow sisters from the Temple of Light.
Was everything about to end?
However, just as the lightning was about to strike Jun Qingyu, an indifferent voice suddenly rang out from afar.
"I say, lightning, disperse."
The voice was not loud, yet it echoed through the void like a heavenly decree, carrying an irresistible power of Rule.
Upon hearing it, Jun Qingyu immediately opened her eyes.
Then she was completely stunned.
Before her eyes, the tyrannical bolt of lightning that was about