The next instant, a jade-green ruler rested against his neck.
Lu Changfeng had appeared before him at some point. Holding the Shennong Ruler, he looked toward the others and called out, "There's no need to keep fighting!"
Hei Chijun's entire body went rigid. He could not move.
He stared fixedly at Lu Changfeng, his eyes filled with resentment, anger, humiliation, and a trace of despair.
He had fought battles all his life, only to lose to a youngster in the end-and in such an utterly baffling fashion!
The old man and Liu Jin both stopped fighting.
Their expressions turned exceedingly grim as they looked at the captive Hei Chijun.
Li Lingyue withdrew her attack and floated down beside Lu Changfeng. Her gaze settled on the old man, her expression wavering with shock and doubt. "You, you're... nineteenth great-uncle?!"
The words slipped out, her voice filled with disbelief!
Li Lingkui fell silent for a moment, then slowly removed the cloth covering his face.
An aged face was revealed.
A faint trace of his youthful martial bearing remained in his features, but far more evident were the ravages of time and bone-deep hatred-he was Li Yuan's nineteenth son, Emperor Gaozu's own son, Emperor Taizong's own brother, and Emperor Gaozong's own uncle.
He was her great-uncle!
Back when Wu Zetian had purged the Li Tang imperial clan, Prince of Yue Li Zhen and Prince of Langya Li Chong had died after their armies were defeated, while Prince of Han Li Yuanjia, Prince of Lu Li Lingkui, Duke of Huang Li Zhuan, Princess Changle, and others had all been driven to suicide.
Among them, Li Lingkui had been sentenced to exile in Lingnan and had taken his own life along the way.
Everyone had believed Li Lingkui was truly dead.
Who could have imagined