Xue Qinghe's duplicate froze for a moment, then shook his head.
In that brief lapse, a small emerald-green snake slithered out from behind the throne and suddenly sprang up, biting Xue Qinghe's duplicate on the leg. All the venom in its poison sac flowed through its fangs into his body.
"Poisonous snake!"
"Poison Douluo?"
Xue Qinghe's duplicate showed a look of shock, then gave a miserable smile.
"Father chose Fourth Brother?"
"Was it really you who poisoned them?"
Emperor Xue Ye stared fixedly at him. He needed to know the truth; it concerned whether his decision this time had been correct.
"No!"
Xue Qinghe's duplicate shook his head. Yang Hao controlled him, and those two princes had indeed not been poisoned to death by Yang Hao, so every word he said was the honest truth, spoken with a clear conscience.
As the poison rapidly spread, the cells throughout Xue Qinghe's duplicate's body collapsed and dissolved on a massive scale, turning into foul-smelling pus.
"Father, all of you will become sinners of Heaven Dou—sinners for all eternity."
Kneeling there, Xue Qinghe's duplicate murmured before losing all signs of life. His entire body rapidly melted into pus.
"Xue Xing!"
"Pfft!"
Watching his eldest son turn into pus, Emperor Xue Ye vomited a mouthful of blood in fury.
He understood now. He had been deceived by that younger brother. Back then, Xue Xing had definitely arranged for someone to poison his two sons, creating all these years of conflict.
He had underestimated that younger brother of his.
Ning Fengzhi, seated below, had an ashen expression. He too understood that he had been played, and what came next would be extremely dangerous.
Sure enough, the instant Xue Qinghe died, an immense surge of Soul Power erupted, blasting open the heavy doors of the great