Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Ling Qi grew anxious. His tone rose slightly as he said, ”National Master, hurry over to my side! Once I have the throne, I swear I’ll support only the Purple Sun Prefecture. I’ll pour all our resources into it! You’ll have anything you desire!”

Despite Ling Qi’s extravagant promises, Liu Ying completely ignored him, as if he hadn’t heard a word.

Seeing this, Ling Qi grew so frantic that sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Just then, Ling Wei stepped forward. With a smile in her beautiful eyes, she said, ”What’s the matter, Ling Qi? It seems your words aren’t working.”

Ling Qi saw Ling Wei’s mocking smile and shot her a cold glare. ”You’ll be the first one I kill, you bitch.”

”Hmph. Is that so?” Ling Wei’s eyes also grew cold. She pointed a finger at Liu Ying and commanded, ”National Master, kill him for me.”

”As you command, Young Miss!” Liu Ying cupped his fist respectfully. Then, he leaped into the air and lunged toward Ling Qi.

Ling Qi was aghast, a look of horror in his eyes. ”National Master, why are you listening to Ling Wei? Don’t tell me she bought you off long ago?”

Liu Ying didn’t answer Ling Qi. With a wave of his hand, the black-clad Death Warriors behind Ling Qi were sent flying, crashing heavily against the palace walls and stone pillars before collapsing, unable to rise.

The crowd watched this dramatic turn of events, too stunned to react.

Only Ling Wei remained seated, calmly sipping a cup of tea as if everything was unfolding exactly as she had predicted.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A series of heavy sounds echoed through the palace as several armored soldiers, wielding gleaming halberds with cold expressions, surrounded Ling Yao and Ling Xiao.

”Ling Wei, you...!” Ling Yao pointed at Ling Wei, his words incoherent.

Suddenly, Huang Yi emerged from among the soldiers and shouted at the top of his lungs.

”Abdicate! Abdicate!”

The surrounding armored soldiers raised their halberds in unison, roaring along with Huang Yi.

The roar shook the high heavens, and even the tiles of the palace roof seemed to tremble.

The more timid onlookers turned pale, staring at Ling Yao with fear in their hearts.

Yann Xiangyang couldn’t help but whisper, ”This Ling Wei is incredible. It looks like she’s been planning this for a long time. Even the National Master and the Grand General obey her. I wonder how long she’s been hiding her true intentions.”

Yann Chuxue watched the woman who seemed to have everything under control, her brow furrowed slightly, but she remained silent.

All eyes were fixed on Ling Wei, filled with a mixture of shock and terror. But Ling Wei seemed completely unfazed, her gaze still fixed on the cup in her hands.

If Ling Wei had any reservations before the Thousand Rivers Secret Land, she certainly had none now.

Ling Yao’s face was as dark as water. He stared intently at Ling Wei, everything now controlled by this daughter who was at once familiar and a complete stranger. After what felt like an eternity, Ling Yao seemed to age in an instant. He let out a heavy sigh. ”Fine. Liu Ying calls you ’Young Miss,’ so he must be that expert who was by Yu’Er’s side back then. So that’s how it is... That’s how it is... What a brilliant scheme. I’ll abd—”

”Wait!”

Just then, the Third Prince suddenly stood up, interrupting Ling Yao.

A cold, sinister smile touched the corners of the Third Prince’s mouth. ”Little sister, that Dragon Throne isn’t so easy to sit on.”

”Do you want it too?” Ling Wei asked coolly, looking at the Third Prince before her.

The Third Prince sneered but said nothing. Instead, a man standing behind him spoke up, ”This throne can only belong to the Third Prince. No one else is qualified.”

The man’s voice was deep. He stepped forward slowly, a sharp glint in his eyes, but his gaze fell upon Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye looked back at the man and a memory surfaced. Although the man was wearing a helmet, Wen Qingye recalled where he had seen him before. It was the old man from the other day.

Huang Yi seemed to sense the threat from the old man. He frowned and barked, ”Who are you?”

The old man ripped off his helmet and announced loudly, ”I am Tong He of the Divine Wind Country!”

”What!? Someone from the Divine Wind Country?”

”It’s the Divine Wind Country’s number one expert, Tong He!”

”How can this be? The Third Prince is colluding with the Divine Wind Country?”

The crowd erupted in an uproar, faces etched with shock.

”Third son, you actually... you...” PUH! Ling Yao could no longer hold on and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

”Father Emperor, I will inherit the throne. I believe the Celestial Martial Country will continue to flourish in my hands. You can rest in peace now,” the Third Prince said, signaling to the person beside him.

These men, all from the Divine Wind Country disguised as the Third Prince’s guards, had naturally not drunk the wine, so their cultivation was intact. One of them rushed toward Ling Yao, a sharp dagger suddenly in his hand, and stabbed him without mercy.

”Urk...” Before Ling Yao could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

The man, dagger in hand, seemed to fear Ling Yao might not die, stabbing him dozens of times. Finally, Ling Yao collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide with fury.

THUMP!

Ling Yao was dead!

The Emperor of the Celestial Martial Country was dead!

The minds of the crowd descended further into chaos, but seeing the menacing experts from the Divine Wind Country, no one dared to move a muscle.

By now, Liu Ying had killed all the Death Warriors around Ling Qi. Ling Qi looked at the Third Prince and Ling Wei, shook his head with a bitter smile, and then burst into laughter. ”HAHAHA! ’The most heartless are those of the imperial family.’ It’s true! It’s all true!”

Before anyone could react, Ling Qi suddenly drew his sword and charged the Third Prince, murderous intent overflowing in his eyes. He roared, ”No matter what, the throne of the Celestial Martial Country will not fall into the hands of the Divine Wind Country!”

The Third Prince, unaware that Ling Qi would attack, had of course drunk the wine. His cultivation was completely gone, making him no match for Ling Qi. Seeing the charge, his eyes widened in sheer terror.

SWISH!

A gust of wind seemed to blow past. Crown Prince Ling Qi’s eyes went vacant as he stared in shock at Tong He in front of him.

THUMP.

The body of Crown Prince Ling Qi collapsed in the grand hall. Blood gushed from his neck, flowing uncontrollably down the silk carpet to the feet of the onlookers.

Fast!

Too fast!

No one had even had time to react before Ling Qi was dead.

Seeing Ling Qi fall, the Third Prince breathed a sigh of relief, though his heart still pounded with fear. He sneered at the surrounding gasps and whispers of doubt. ’Once I ascend the throne, will there still be voices like these?’

”An expert of the Yin-Yang Realm!?” Liu Ying and Huang Yi exchanged a glance, their expressions wary as they stared at Tong He.

Tong He laughed heartily. ”Although I haven’t fully stepped into the Yin-Yang Realm, I think I’m more than enough to deal with the two of you.”

As he spoke, Tong He’s Step Technique became a blur. His palm began to emit a golden light so brilliant that it forced everyone to shield their eyes.

”Kasyapa Palm Technique!”

A massive golden Palm Seal, righteous and powerful, rushed toward Liu Ying and Huang Yi.

A terrifying aura spread out in all directions, causing everyone’s Heart Spirit to shudder.

’Buddhist Martial Arts?’ Wen Qingye recognized Tong He’s Martial Arts with a single glance.

Seeing this, Liu Ying and Huang Yi dared not be careless. They both gathered Primordial Qi in their palms and simultaneously struck the golden Palm Seal.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Violent shockwaves battered everyone’s ears. Tables, fruit platters, cushions, candles, and gauze curtains were sent flying, leaving the palace in a state of utter chaos and disarray.

Huang Yi and Liu Ying were both forced back several steps. They exchanged a look, a hint of helplessness in their eyes, but a moment later, their expressions hardened with determination.

Ling Wei’s brow was also tightly furrowed now, and a hint of worry crept into her eyes as she watched Tong He.

”But before that, there’s someone I need to kill first.” Tong He’s voice suddenly turned icy, and a cold light shot from his eyes as he stared at Wen Qingye. ”So you’re Wen Qingye. If I’d known who you were back on the street, I would have killed you then and there. Why let you live for two more days?”