"I can stand..."
Xue Qinghe staggered to his feet, but after only two steps, his vision went black and his body crumpled limply to the ground.
Fortunately, the palace maid beside him was ready and caught him securely.
Seeing this, the attendant waiting nearby hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Take His Highness the Crown Prince to rest!"
He personally directed two palace maids to support Xue Qinghe carefully and head toward the passage to the side hall.
Xue Qinghe leaned against the maid's shoulder, eyes tightly shut, his face as pale as paper.
As soon as that white-clad figure disappeared at the end of the passage, the hall erupted into chaos.
Whispers rose and fell, like a swarm of flies buzzing about.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire had always been closely allied.
With two Titled Douluo, Sword and Bone, guarding the sect, and Ning Fengzhi, the greatest support Soul Master under heaven, they could at worst cede territory and pay reparations in the face of this attack by the Star Luo Empire, and still preserve their wealth and status.
But now, a powerhouse capable of killing a Titled Douluo had appeared.
And the one he had killed was a Titled Douluo renowned for his defense.
What did that mean?
It meant that the door protecting their safety had been kicked wide open.
Everyone shuddered, growing more afraid the more they thought about it, and more unwilling to think about it at all.
"Prime Minister?" Someone could not help speaking up, his voice tinged with fear. "Shouldn't you... shouldn't you make a decision?"
"What decision am I supposed to make?"
The old prime minister flicked his sleeve, his face dark as water.
He strode toward the hall's exit. "Go back, all of you! Keep yourselves safe! These