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The sword's cry tore through the prison's array and swept rapidly towards both sides of the corridor.

The Clear Abyss Sword was three feet and three inches long. When the sword was halfway out, the man shrouded in the purple-black robe suddenly moved, or rather, his aura suddenly changed.

The elaborate robes billowed in the fierce wind, and beneath the robes and hat, a pair of eyes as clear as the deep sea could be faintly seen.

In an instant, the star-like radiance surrounding Him suddenly froze, and a faint roar of thunder could be heard.

Feng Jiuxuan's lowered eyelids were as calm as a deep pool.

In a space invisible to the naked eye, countless arc-shaped spell patterns appeared, and pure white chains shooting out from them had firmly locked his sword-drawing wrist.

Layer upon layer, like a tangled spider web, wrapped around his arm.

Feng Jiuxuan's sword-drawing hand remained steady, but the speed at which the sword was drawn gradually slowed down.

With each inch pulled out, a dozen or so pure white, crystalline energy chains shattered into starlight and dissipated.

As everything fell silent, Clear Abyss's drawn sword was frozen at two feet four inches.

This was a probing exercise that ended in a draw.

As the atmosphere in the prison cell gradually calmed down, Aurenli thought to herself.

This was somewhat unexpected for her.

The fire-man's power was something he had never imagined.

As she grew older and the magic ring solidified, she clearly sensed that her "father" sitting on the throne could no longer be considered human in any sense.

And yet, he was able to hold his own against her "father."

At this thought, Aurenli's lowered eyes unconsciously rose to look at the man who was already bound by chains.

The prison was cramped and small, but many things still existed in her field of vision.

The purplish-black ring-shaped fissure created by the Realmspace Stone, the countless white chains, the emperor's robes fluttering in the strong wind, and the "father" as holy as a descending god.

But at that moment, only a sword remained in Aurenli's eyes.

Whether it's a person or an object, when something is beautiful to the extreme, people's hearts and minds will be irresistibly drawn to it.

This is a flawless sword, half-drawn from its sheath, its slender blade gleaming with a magnificent blue light, so perfect it seems otherworldly.

Her heart trembled, Aurenli's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

He had only ever experienced this kind of tremor with the "father" standing before him.

And now, a second one has appeared.

But before Aurenli could even marvel at her beauty, almost the instant Clear Abyss Aurenli, death gripped her heart.

Everything inside the prison began to fade and spread.

Centered on that sword, everything else lost its color, leaving only the Sword-Ray.

The white-clad flaming man's sword-drawing movement was stopped by Emperor Xien, but his sword strike did not cease.

Her azure pupils, shrouded in the magic ring, contracted repeatedly as Aurenli tentatively tried to see the white-clad flame-wielding man's sword strike. Unconsciously, tears of blood slid down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

"Close your eyes."

A calm yet familiar voice echoed in Aurenli's heart.

The voice that used to instill fear and dread now gave her an unparalleled sense of security.

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Suddenly snapping out of her daze, Aurenli immediately closed her eyes.

Everything around them instantly plunged into darkness.

Then,

Everything fell silent.

One second.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

The silent darkness left Aurenli unaware of what was happening around her, but the beating of her heart reminded her that she was still alive.

In the silence, Aurenli slowly opened her eyes.

Everything around us changed silently.

Just like slicing tofu with a knife.

The prison is gone; its once hard and smooth inner walls are now covered with countless sword marks, the most striking of which is that sword mark.

This is a bottomless sword mark that stretches out from beneath the feet of the white-robed flame man, extending straight forward and spreading until it forms a sword abyss in the ground!

For a moment, Aurenli's mind went blank, but she regained her composure, for the figure in the emperor's robes was still standing in front of her.

The terrifyingly powerful sword abyss narrowly missed His feet.

The emperor blocked the sword strike.

wrong.

It's not about blocking it.

The white-clad fiery figure's sword was never intended to target the emperor or her, but rather the spatial pendant suspended in mid-air.

After the Realmspace Stone was cut open, the purplish-black ring-shaped crack began to deform. After several breaths, it finally shattered into specks of starlight and dissipated into the void.

This sword strike was both a warning and a threat.

Having done all this, Feng Jiuxuan calmly looked at the foreign man shrouded in a purple-black robe:

"Are you the Emperor of Xien?"

He spoke in the language of the Great Yan, yet it seemed to reach straight to the heart.

Sacred Source.

Emperor Xien glanced at the sword abyss beneath his feet, seemingly deep in thought:

"Yes."

His voice also reached straight to the heart.

"Bass."

They sheathed their swords, and a gust of wind lifted the hems of their clothes.

In the boundless silence, Feng Jiuxuan's voice was very soft:

"Someone wants me to pass on a message to you."

Emperor Xien's gaze returned to the white-clad flame man:

"Your dynasty's ruler?"

Feng Jiuxuan glanced at him, ignoring the Emperor of Xien's question, and continued in a soft voice:

"He told me to ask you if you'd be willing to cooperate with us."

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Emperor Xien remained silent.

After a moment of silence, Aurenli immediately realized that the white-clad Flame Man's disregard and arrogance had angered her "father."

Feng Jiuxuan was not in a hurry and waited quietly for the other party's reply.

Silence spread.

The gaze beneath the robes was fixed on Feng Jiuxuan, as if assessing the strength of the Yan man before him, or perhaps considering the advice he had given.

The silence lasted for about ten breaths before Emperor Xien's calm, mountain-like voice rang out again, uttering a single word:

"Explain."

Feng Jiuxuan raised his gaze and glanced at the other person:

"We need the Realmspace Stone."

Emperor Xien met the other's gaze and uttered three words calmly:

"Tell me the details."

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Feng Jiuxuan narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, and tapped Aurenli beside him with the tip of his scabbard:

"The man said, 'Leave her here, and he will speak with you personally.'"

After a moment of eye contact, Emperor Xien spoke:

"She goes first, I'll stay and talk to that person."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan's expressionless face gradually changed, and a hint of eagerness appeared in his calm eyes:

"This is a notification, not a discussion."

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You have three breaths to think.

Feng Jiuxuan gripped the sword sheath, calmly staring at the magnificent blue eyes beneath the robe.

In silence,

The man shrouded in a purplish-black robe seemed to sigh softly.

Upon seeing this, Aurenli instantly realized that the negotiations had broken down.

This "father" is about to get serious with this white-clad, flame-wild man.

He was not a benevolent monarch.

He has a very bad temper.

Since His ascension to the throne, the terror of death has loomed over the court of Xien.

His power is awe-inspiring, his methods are terrifying, and his temperament is so powerful that one dares not look him in the eye.

Having been there for only a few minutes, the arrogance of the white-robed Yan man and the utterly insincere negotiating terms offered by the other party had already enraged this "father."

With a slight pursing of her red lips, Aurenli didn't know whether this decision was made because of His capricious nature or His confidence in Him, but she knew she couldn't stop Him.

The dozen or so magic rings surrounding her heart began to spin rapidly, but her preparations were still too slow in the eyes of the two men.

In an instant, a fierce wind swept through the entire dungeon, and a dazzling holy light burst forth like the rising sun, with countless mysterious patterns intertwining and reflecting in the air.

Emperor Xien moved, but Feng Jiuxuan moved even faster.

The figure, dressed in pristine white, pierced through the void and appeared before Emperor Xien as if by teleportation.

If the previous sword strike was a build-up of momentum, then this strike is incredibly fast.

Because of the sword abyss that had been cleaved open, the surroundings were no longer cramped.

Feng Jiuxuan arrived first, like a startled swan or a dragon streaking across the air with a flash of cold light, instantly reaching the fluttering robes of the Emperor of Xien.

Layers upon layers of protective light membranes instantly appeared, but wherever the sword's edge struck, everything lost its color.

Under Feng Jiuxuan's gaze, Clear Abyss sliced through the thick light membrane as easily as cutting tofu, directly piercing into Emperor Xien's chest. The powerful force from it instantly carried the two away from their original spot, speeding away along the sword abyss.

The wind howled past my ears, and crimson blood splattered everywhere, blooming beautifully in the air like spider lilies.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at the Emperor of Xien, who had been severely injured in an instant, without the slightest ripple in his eyes.

The feeling of the sword in his hand conflicted with the scene in his eyes.

Regardless of what he could see or what he sensed with his Qi, Emperor Xien was stabbed, but the sword in his hand was giving completely different information.

This is not the feeling of a blade piercing the body.

In other words, the scene before your eyes is an illusion created by the other party.

With a surge of Sacred Source energy around him, Feng Jiuxuan's vision instantly changed after a tremor.

They continued their rapid journey along the Sword Abyss.

However, his sword tip did not pierce Emperor Xien's chest; instead, it was caught by a fair and clean hand that the emperor conjured, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Emperor Xien's sleeves were now raised, and a hand hovered beside his head, emanating a wave that could induce hallucinations.

Before I could think any further, a sense of impending death crept into my mind.

The brief illusion had already given Emperor Xien the opportunity to set up a vast killing array, and the surrounding space was already covered with intricate spell patterns.

To do three things at once is to do four things at once.

With his gaze shifting slightly downwards, Feng Jiuxuan saw Emperor Xien's finger pointing at Aurenli.

Even as his opponent lay beneath his sword, he still had the strength to protect his daughter.

No, it's not just about protecting.

Will Soul perception, in just a moment, the blonde woman kneeling on the ground was now enveloped in a layer of fine and dense patterns.

The moment he sensed it, the patterns still took shape, and space began to tremble.

Feng Jiuxuan realized what the other person was doing.

This Emperor Xien wanted to use that so-called spatial magic ring to teleport Aurenli away.

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A sudden urge to laugh, or perhaps excitement, arose in Feng Jiuxuan's otherwise calm mind.

Sensing the overwhelming aura of death surrounding him, Feng Jiuxuan gripped Clear Abyss in his hand, stared at the Emperor of Xien, and spoke in a piercing voice:

"Before you arrived, I heard from your daughter that you were the strongest person in Xien."

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Emperor Xien did not answer; his crystal-clear golden hair fluttered in the wind, and his indifferent gaze beneath his robes seemed to be looking at a dead man.

Feng Jiuxuan smiled.

He felt the world had become somewhat strange.

Even Feng Jiuxuan has been underestimated.

The snow was getting heavier.

As the side gate opened, a carriage quietly drove out of the imperial city and into the dark night.

The streets and alleys were quiet, the clatter of hooves echoed, and most of the lights in Di'an had been extinguished, with only the red lanterns hanging high emitting a warm glow in the cold snowy night.

After traveling for an unknown amount of time through the wind and snow, the carriage finally stopped in front of a grand gate beneath the imperial city. The three large characters engraved on the plaque above still shone brightly in the darkness.

Through the window lattice, Li Yunqing looked at the three large characters "Prime Minister's Estate the plaque, glanced at the deep alleyways around him, and a smile unconsciously curved his lips:

"Brother, there must be many people watching this place tonight."

The Crown Prince sat upright opposite him, his voice gentle and warm:

"I am naturally aware of this matter."

Li Yunqing grinned, a hint of mockery in his expression:

"You know you still came? Have you thought carefully about what this represents, Your Majesty?"

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After a moment of silence, Li Yucheng smiled slightly:

"Junqing, I only want to prove something to Father Emperor."

Having said that, the Crown Prince did not want to say anything more and got up to get out of the carriage, but as soon as he made a move, he felt his robe being tugged.

He slowly turned his head.

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

Li Yunqing exhaled a soft breath, a rare seriousness appearing on his usually carefree face. He looked directly into his elder brother's eyes and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, tonight Father sent me to the Prime Minister's Mansion to demand an explanation. Do you know why I specifically sent someone to inform you?"

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Li Yucheng remained silent.

If Li Yunqing hadn't relayed the message, he might not have learned of the visit to the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight until dawn.

Li Yunqing leaned forward, clasped his hands together, rested them on his knees, and whispered with his eyes lowered:

"I want to set up a plan for you, brother, before I leave."

Li Yucheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Bureau?"

Li Yunqing smiled slightly, his clasped hands clenching slightly:

"After the new year, I will be going on a Eastern Isles to Japan. Regardless of what happened in the past, it's likely that you and I, brothers, will never have the chance to fight each other in this lifetime."

A strange light flashed in Li Yucheng's gentle and refined eyes. He subconsciously wanted to reprimand him, but the words turned into a sigh, and he uttered a single word. "Hmm."

Li Yunqing glanced out the car window at the Prime Minister's Mansion, now swallowed by the darkness and snow, and said softly:

"Tonight, Father Emperor is using me as a pawn to attack the Prime Minister's Prime Minister's Mansion. Although choosing this time, during the Prime Minister's Mansion's grand banquet, doesn't completely break off relations, it's only a matter of time before things come to a head."

"I have come for this very reason," Li Yucheng.

"No, you can't come for this," Li Yunqing replied.

Li Yucheng frowned slightly.

Li Yunqing chuckled and shook his head:

"On the contrary, you must stop me and prevent me from conveying the Emperor's will today."

Li Yucheng frowned even more deeply:

"This is a slap in the face to Father."

"That's a slap in the face!"

"You're crazy."

"We've been brothers for over twenty years, do you think I'd go crazy over something like this?"

Li Yunqing's clasped hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly as he carefully chose his words: "Only by doing this will you have a chance to survive."

Li Yucheng rubbed his temples:

"Junqing, Father Emperor can tolerate dissenting voices, but he will absolutely not tolerate others defying and disrupting his plans."

"Brother, you are wrong."

Li Yunqing released his hands, looked out the window, and said in a low voice, "What Father could tolerate was never the dissenting voices, but the dissenting voices of those who were useful."

"As long as you are useful enough to him, he will tolerate you even if you completely steal his plans."

The Crown Prince remained silent.

Li Yunqing smiled and continued to ask:

"Besides your cultivation level and your status as the eldest son, what else do you think you can do for your father right now?"

"The war in the Northern Border is about to end, and Li Zhaoyuan will return to the Imperial Capital. At that time, do you think you will still have a chance to survive, Your Majesty?"

Silence fell after the words were spoken.

Li Yunqing reached out and grabbed Li Yucheng's hand, took a deep breath, and spoke slightly faster:

"Brother, listen to my advice. Tonight, you can offer both Father and the Prime Minister's Mansion a pledge of loyalty."

"Father will tolerate you relying on the Prime Minister's Mansion to the Prime Minister's Mansion against the Sect Alliance represented by your second brother, and Lord Xu will also support you in fighting against the Sect Alliance represented by your second brother."

"So, stopping me in a moment is your only way to survive."

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The carriage was quiet, so quiet you could hear the snow falling.

Li Yucheng opened his mouth, his gaze towards his younger brother filled with a complex emotion. After a long silence, he whispered:

"Junqing, perhaps if you were to become the elder brother, this struggle for the throne might end..."

The words were cut short before they could be fully uttered.

The Daoist cultivation he had cultivated made Li Yucheng extremely sensitive to danger. Without any warning, a chilling aura of death instantly enveloped his entire body.

Following the Qi sensation, Li Yucheng was astonished to discover that this aura of death actually originated from beneath the Prime Minister's Estate.

What's going on?

What's going on inside the Prime Minister's Estate right now?

A sense of astonishment rose in his heart.

And the next moment,

The explosion that came from inside the Prime Minister's Mansion was Li Yucheng's answer.

It was a Sword-Ray that pierced the sky, illuminating the darkness of the night.

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