Forcing the emperor's hand

"Ministers, you should know what to do next, shouldn't you?" Xue Qinghe asked.

"Of course, of course!"

"We will wholeheartedly support Your Highness!"

The ministers answered in terror.

He was utterly ruthless. To gain power, he had cast aside even his own family.

Who would dare remain stubborn now? The Pope's disciple had just cut down two ministers.

Xue Qinghe nodded with a smile. "You may leave now."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Once the ministers had withdrawn, he looked at Dongfang Yu, and both smiled faintly.

"Come, Your Highness. Let's see whether Prince Xue Xing is dead yet."

"Very well."

Atop the city wall, Pufferfish watched the battlefield without expression.

The Royal Guard Corps had nearly been wiped out. What came next would be the final battle.

"Your Highness." Pufferfish bowed when he saw Xue Qinghe and Dongfang Yu arrive.

"Mm. How are things going?" Xue Qinghe asked.

Dongfang Yu was already looking at the battlefield, his brows drawing together slightly.

Although he had killed plenty of people, this was his first time witnessing a scene like this.

He had always pulled strings from behind the scenes, never realizing how many deaths their every word and action could cause.

"It's almost over," Pufferfish answered.

"Isn't that Xue Beng?" Dongfang Yu asked, pointing in one direction.

"Not just him. My imperial uncle is there too." Xue Qinghe followed his gaze and chuckled softly.

Spectacular. Absolutely spectacular.

Xue Beng was chasing Xue Xing down, striking at him with deadly determination.

On the battlefield.

Xue Beng thrust his spear again!

He had never imagined that the old bastard Xue Xing would be so good at dodging.

He was just one step away. One more step, and he would succeed.

"Where is Poison Douluo?!" Xue Xing roared.

But his voice was quickly drowned out