The death of His Majesty had far-reaching consequences. One wrong move, and the entire empire could fall apart. They had to keep things stable.
Not to mention that Ming Capital was full of powerful figures from all the major factions. There was no guarantee they wouldn't take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters.
Ye Yulin and Luan Feng watched the battling sides intently. They hoped the two sides would suffer mutual losses, preferably with someone self-destructing, so the pressure on them afterward would be greatly reduced.
"Caw!"
A mournful cry rang out. Yan Shaozhe's Phoenix True Body, hundreds of meters in size, was cleaved apart by Feng Ling's sword, revealing Yan Shaozhe within.
Yan Shaozhe had no chance to react. Feng Ling flung the Phoenix God Sword, and it pierced him, pinning him to the ground.
"I never thought I'd die by your hand."
Blood seeped from Yan Shaozhe's mouth and nose as he gave a bitter laugh. He was deeply unwilling to accept this, but even more helpless.
"You should have thought of this day when you toyed with my feelings all those years ago."
Feng Ling looked down at her former lover. But she felt no satisfaction in revenge, only emptiness.
After all, she had truly loved him once. Now she had killed her former lover with her own hands.
How ironic!
"I'm sorry!"
Yan Shaozhe's gaze dimmed with regret.
He really had been too much of a womanizer when he was young, and had wronged many people: Lin'er, Mei'er, A-Yun, Xiao Yi, Lanlan... and Feng Ling.
"It's too late to regret it now!"
Feng Ling gave a cold laugh, then extracted Yan Shaozhe's Martial Soul spirit and sealed it away. She sealed his body separately as well.
Yan Shaozhe's Martial Soul was the Bright