"Xue Qinghe, you aren't Xue Qinghe at all, much less Xue Ye's son. So even if Xue Ye dies, you can never inherit the throne!"
At that moment, Tang Yuehua spoke up as well, unfolding the secret letter Xue Ye had written himself for Xue Qinghe to see.
She also produced the imperial edict.
"Hmph, so what? As long as I kill every last one of you, who will know my secrets?"
By now, Xue Qinghe had gone utterly mad, because he knew that if he failed tonight, more than twenty years of effort would truly go to waste.
Xue Qinghe had accounted for everything, yet he had still overlooked Tang Yuehua.
He had never expected Xue Ye to send out a secret letter under his rigorous surveillance.
"Attack! Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
At Xue Qinghe's command, Snake Lance and Porcupinefish Douluo behind him no longer hesitated.
They attacked in an instant.
The Soul Masters surrounding them also charged toward Zhao Su and the others.
Zhao Su did not act.
Instead, he slipped an arm around Tang Yuehua's waist and swiftly retreated to a safe spot, watching the tigers fight from his perch on the mountain.
Yang Wudi did not retreat. Ever since Zhao Su had repaired the flaw in his Martial Soul,
he had been eager to find someone to test his current attack power on.
Zhao Su was too strong for him to stand a chance, and although Niu Gao was also a Soul Douluo, he had never been Yang Wudi's equal.
There was therefore no point in sparring with him.
Normally, finding a Titled Douluo was incredibly difficult. Now, at long last, he had encountered several.
And these were opponents he could kill without having to pay with his own life.
Naturally, Yang Wudi