But what they didn't know was that the " Xue Qinghe " before them was no longer the prince of yesteryear.
His true identity is Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall!
The Spirit Hall spared no effort in helping her infiltrate the Heaven Dou Empire and seize the supreme throne; how could they possibly let her venture into danger alone?
Now that she is plotting to seize the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire, how could the Spirit Hall not send reinforcements? Among those cooperating with her this time are two Titled Douluo, enough to handle any trouble.
A cold glint flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes. She was about to signal the Titled Douluo in the shadows to take action and completely annihilate these two ignorant fools. In her view, Lei Zhan and Blood Moon Duke's struggle was nothing but a futile farce.
Just then, a blue-purple figure flashed out like lightning and stood firmly in front of her.
"Your Highness, do not worry, I am here!"
Yu Tianheng's voice carried an undeniable firmness, and the ferocious aura of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon instantly swept out.
Facing Lei Zhan's purplish-black longsword imbued with the power of his Sixth Soul Skill, and the Blood Moon Duke's dark red claw shadow tearing through the air, he didn't even use his full strength. He simply raised his left arm slightly, and blue-purple dragon scales instantly covered his forearm, seemingly blocking it casually.
"Bang!"
The two powerful Soul Skill seemed to have collided with an invisible mountain, and were easily shaken and scattered by him. The aftershocks of Soul Power surged, but they couldn't even stir the hem of Yu Tianheng's clothes.
Lei Zhan and Blood Moon Duke were both shocked; they hadn't expected this young member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to be so powerful.
Before they could react, Yu Tianheng had already taken the initiative, his figure approaching like Gui Mei. His blue-purple dragon claws, accompanied by a dragon's roar, tore through the sky, giving the two no chance to catch their breath.
His every strike was precise and ruthless, and his Soul Power flowed smoothly and effortlessly. His domineering power, far surpassing that of his peers, shattered their defenses like dry leaves being cut down.
In just a few breaths, Lei Zhan's longsword was knocked out of his hand, and the Blood Moon Duke's shoulder was severely injured by the dragon claw. Before they could even fully unleash their Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar, they were kicked to the ground by Yu Tianheng. The heavy pressure pinned them to the ground, making them unable to move.
The whole process was so fast it was dazzling. Yu Tianheng dusted off his hands, turned around and bowed slightly to Xue Qinghe, his tone calm but with absolute confidence. "Your Highness, the traitor has been captured."
Qian Renxue looked at his tall, straight back, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Had Yu Tianheng actually grown to the point where he could easily suppress Soul Douluo- level expert?
That's truly terrifying!
Xue Qinghe coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the hall, his tone carrying just the right amount of praise, "Brother Tian Heng, well done."
As he finished speaking, his gaze swept over the remaining chaos in the hall, his eyes suddenly turning stern. " The Xue Beng rebellion—how can its henchmen be tolerated? Issue the order: the Divine Martial Army, heed my command! Wipe out all those involved in the mutiny in one fell swoop! There must be no mistake!"
"Your subordinate obeys!" Yu Tianheng replied in a deep voice, turning to the Divine Martial Army waiting outside the hall, and announced loudly, "By order of His Highness the Crown Prince, we are to quell the remaining rebels. Those who resist will be killed without mercy!"
The soldiers of the Divine Martial Army moved with lightning speed, immediately rushing into the chaos. Those officials and generals who had just been shouting and yelling along with the Xue Beng had long since lost their arrogance and were being pinned to the ground by the soldiers.
Even those of noble status, such as Frost Moon Duke and Prince Xue Xing, were unable to resist the overwhelming force of the Divine Martial Army and were quickly bound by ropes.
During this time, two of Prince Xue Xing's trusted generals, relying on their considerable Soul Power, roared and unleashed their Soul Skill in an attempt to break through the encirclement.
Yu Tianheng's eyes narrowed, and his figure flashed out like lightning. Blue-purple dragon power condensed in his palm, and before the opponent could fully unleash his Soul Skill, he had already closed in on him.
He flipped his wrist and precisely struck the core of their Soul Power. Two muffled groans rang out, and their Soul Power instantly dissipated, their Soul Power stagnating like a river that had been cut off— Yu Tianheng had actually sealed their Soul Power directly with a skillful force.
In a short while, all those involved in the mutiny were captured and brought to the palace dejectedly, and the situation was completely brought under control.
Yu Tianheng turned and bowed to Xue Qinghe: "Your Highness, all the rebels have been captured."
Xue Qinghe slowly walked down the steps, his gaze sweeping over the people being escorted, finally landing on the trembling Prince Xue Xing, a cold smile curving his lips.
Xue Qinghe's gaze fell on Xue Beng, who was being held back by soldiers and struggling on his own. He merely raised his chin slightly and gestured to the soldiers.
Two Divine Martial Army immediately understood, grabbing Xue Beng's arms like iron clamps and forcibly dragging him in front of Xue Qinghe. "Kneel down!" one of them shouted, pressing down hard on Xue Beng's shoulder.
Xue Beng writhed and struggled, cursing incessantly, "Let me go! You bunch of traitorous lackeys!" But he was only Four-Ring Soul Ancestor Master, powerless against the battle-hardened Divine Martial Army. His shoulders were held down firmly, and his knees finally slammed heavily onto the cold floor tiles, making a dull thud.
" Xue Qinghe! You hypocrite!" Xue Beng knelt on the ground, his neck still stubbornly held high, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the person before him, his voice hoarse with anger, "You colluded with the Spirit Hall, won over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, secretly poisoned my father, and now you intend to rebel and usurp the throne! A traitor like you will never have a good end!"
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe let out a soft laugh, a laugh filled with undisguised mockery. He leaned forward slightly, his icy gaze piercing Xue Beng like a sharp blade. "Poisoning and plotting against Father? Xue Beng, are you out of your mind? Wasn't it you who did this?"
"Today, the one who led troops into the palace, intending to overthrow the Heaven Dou, was you, not me." Xue Qinghe's voice suddenly turned sharp, each word clear as a hammer blow. "What I did was merely to set things right and eliminate you, this traitor."
"You're talking nonsense!" Xue Beng, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his head snapping up in shock and rage. "You're slandering me! You're trying to throw mud at me!"
Xue Qinghe straightened up, looking down at him with even more mockery in his eyes. "Slinging mud? Perhaps." He slowly dusted off his sleeves, his tone casual yet chillingly cruel, "But you must understand, it's all about the winner. Now that I've won, whatever I say is naturally right."
Xue Qinghe was too lazy to look at Xue Beng's face, which was filled with resentment and bitterness. He simply waved his hand casually, his tone as indifferent as if he were dealing with an unimportant object. "Take him and these people into the Heavenly Prison."
He glanced at the captured henchmen in the hall, including Prince Xue Xing and Frost Moon Duke, who were slumped on the ground, and added, "Keep them under close guard. We will make a decision after we have investigated their crimes."