In front of the Taichu Temple, blood flowed like a river.

Qi Yixuan, who had fought his way here from Duanhua Gate, was leading his troops and standing in front of Emperor Jing as a victor.

"You rebellious son! How dare you force the emperor to abdicate and rebel."

Two groups of people were confronting each other in Taichu Palace. Dai Zhengqi led the imperial guards to protect the emperor and the empress, but the number of people on both sides was obviously disproportionate.

After hearing what Qi Yuanjing said, Qi Yixuan laughed out loud, then suddenly stopped smiling and looked at him sinisterly, "I don't have the patience to wait any longer."

After saying that, he threw an imperial edict over, "Be sensible and make a copy of what is written here, and I will let the two of you stay alive and enjoy your old age."

"If you don't write it." Qi Yixuan's mouth curled up with a cruel arc, "Don't blame your son for being unfilial."

At this time, a group of people sneaked into the palace quietly, following the bloodstains. The leader was Zhao Chengmo.

These people were all dressed in black. When they were about to approach the Taichu Palace, Zhao Chengmo made a gesture backwards, and the people behind him immediately divided into four teams and encircled the Taichu Palace.

The Black-Clothed Army moved ruthlessly. They sneaked up behind the people standing outside the Taichu Palace without making any sound, covered their mouths and cut their throats in one go.

"Don't even think about it!" Qi Yuanjing slammed his fist on the table and shouted angrily.

Qi Yixuan narrowed his eyes and waved his right hand, "Bring the person up."

Yu Tai grabbed Xie Xiru and walked to Qi Yixuan from behind. The other party took the knife from his hand and put it on Xie Xiru's neck.

"Father, Master Xie is your most trusted minister. You won't watch him die, will you?"

Qi Yuanjing looked at him angrily, then looked at the knife on Xie Xiru's neck, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and picked up the imperial pen on the table.

Qi Yixuan looked very pleased with himself, and said to Xie Xiru, "Taifu Xie, why don't you thank the Lord for his grace?"

Xie Xiru sneered, said nothing, and just looked at him with mockery in his eyes.

Qi Yixuan was instantly enraged by his eyes and slashed at Xie Xiru's neck with his knife.

At this moment, a strong wind blew over from behind, and Zhao Chengmo punched Qi Yixuan in the vest, and the other party fell forward in pain.

Just as Yu Tai was about to step forward, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck and a dagger was already on it.

Zhao Chengmo knelt down and saluted, "I am late in coming to your rescue, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

In fact, Qi Yuanjing, the Queen and the others had already seen the people standing outside the hall falling down one after another silently. Qi Yuanjing pretended to pick up the pen just to temporarily stabilize Qi Yixuan.

"Zhao Chengmo, you came just in time. Give this rebellious son to me..."

Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying was heard outside the palace. Zhao Chengmo and the black-clothed soldiers instantly tensed up and guarded the emperor and the queen.

Outside the door, Cheng Jiao walked in wearing a black robe, still with a mask on his face, and the person in his arms was the emperor's grandson Qi Yanjing.

Qi Yixuan hurriedly got up and stumbled to Cheng Jiao.

Emperor Jing said sternly: "Cheng Jiao, what are you going to do!"

Cheng Jiao gently placed his hand over the little grandson's mouth, looked at him and said, "It's very simple. Pass the throne to the third prince, and I will return the child to you."

Gu Lingze said before that what Cheng Jiao was plotting was the purple energy on the Emperor of Qianhan Kingdom. If Qi Yixuan ascended the throne, the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing that Qi Yuanjing was still hesitating, Cheng Jiao stretched out his right hand and shook it. Suddenly, a green flame shot out from his index finger and pointed directly at the little emperor's grandson's face.

A purple lightning suddenly emerged from the little emperor's grandson's chest and hit Cheng Jiao directly.

Cheng Jiao groaned and threw the swaddling clothes in his hand away. The nearest black-clothed soldier rushed over and narrowly caught the little grandson.

Cheng Jiao laughed in anger, looking at the people in the hall and said, "I know you are stalling for time just to wait for Gu Lingze to come back."

He sneered, "But if he goes to Pingdong Prefecture, he may not be able to save his life."

Cheng Jiao looked at the flames on his fingertips and said, "Instead of struggling to death, why don't you kneel down and beg..."

Before he could finish his words, a flash of knife light appeared before his eyes. Zhao Chengmo stepped forward and swung the Tang knife in his hand directly towards his neck.

Cheng Jiao dodged to the side, but Zhao Chengmo's blade followed closely and his attack was fierce.

Seeing this, Qi Yixuan hurriedly fled to the side and hid behind Yu Tai.

In terms of esoteric arts, Zhao Chengmo is definitely no match for Cheng Jiao, but in terms of martial arts, Cheng Jiao is no match for Zhao Chengmo.

“Keng——”

Zhao Chengmo's blade chopped on Cheng Jiao's arm with a sharp force. With a sound of iron and stone ringing, the black clothes on Cheng Jiao's arm was cut open, but there was no scar left on it.

Cheng Jiao raised his mouth, as if mocking the other party's arrogance. He raised his hand to grab Zhao Chengmo's chest, but the other party immediately blocked it with his sword and flew backwards with the force.

Zhao Chengmo's face was as gloomy as water. As soon as he landed, he gestured to the black-clothed soldiers behind him, "Prepare the divine arm crossbow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clothed soldiers in the front row immediately half-knelt down, revealing the people in the back row holding bows and crossbows. Following Zhao Chengmo's order, all the crossbows were aimed at Cheng Jiao and fired instantly.

The sound of people falling to the ground was endless. The only more than one hundred people left on Cheng Jiao and Qi Yixuan's side were all shot to death by the crossbow arrows. Qi Yixuan pulled Yu Tai to be a meat shield because of his death. Now only he and Cheng Jiao are still alive.

Qi Yixuan no longer felt as proud as before. He was terrified and wanted to run away immediately, but without Cheng Jiao, he could not go anywhere at this moment.

Cheng Jiao calmly took off his tattered black robe and threw it on the ground, ignoring Qi Yixuan's pleading eyes.

Cheng Jiao decided not to waste any more time. Without Gu Lingze, these people were just mortals and no one could stop him.

"Since you won't accept my toast and will have to drink the penalty wine, I will personally feed you."

As he spoke, Cheng Jiao rushed into the palace like lightning, and the Black Cloth Army and the Imperial Guards who were protecting the Emperor and the Empress were unable to stop him.

At this critical moment, an arrow flew through the air, but Cheng Jiao didn't take it seriously at all. He thought it was just the dying struggle of the ants and there was no need to pay any attention to it.

“Hmm—”

Cheng Jiao groaned. He didn't expect that the arrow would go straight through his shoulder. The huge impact force caused Cheng Jiao to stagger back a few steps and half-kneel on the ground.

The wound on the shoulder was emitting red smoke. This arrow was shot by Zhao Chengmo. Cheng Jiao raised his head and looked at him viciously.

The blood of the Heavenly Master can destroy all the evil spirits in the world. Cheng Jiao has killed so many people. Even if he becomes a real dragon, the negative energy on his body cannot be dissipated, not to mention that he has not yet ascended to become a dragon.

The blood was placed in a bottle by Gu Lingze and given to Zhao Chengmo just in case.

In an instant, Zhao Chengmo put another blood-stained arrow on the bowstring.

In the previous few battles, he discovered that Cheng Jiao's weakness was his neck, so this time, he pulled the bowstring to its full extent and aimed there.