Ahead, the reflection of magnificent palaces on the smooth, white floor tiles created a breathtakingly beautiful scene, like the moon shining through the clouds. However, this was actually a scene of intense crisis, with enemies on all sides. In the blink of an eye, the number of imperial guards around them increased several times over, and a dark figure surged into view. Before the figure even moved, the killing intent was already palpable.

Mu Qiye was startled, realizing that the Imperial Guards around him were staring at him like wolves and tigers. He immediately felt dizzy and leaned back, almost fainting. Suddenly, he heard a cold shout from the opposite side, like thunder piercing the sky, which rang out in an instant.

"The throne of the Northern You Kingdom is already in my grasp. Now, even if I wanted to overthrow the entire world, it would be as easy as turning my hand. What is a mere woman?"

Standing atop the high platform, Mu Feiyu, clad in a yellow robe, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Mu Beichen. Compared to Mu Qiye, he undoubtedly resembled a king reigning over the world.

"All soldiers, listen to my command! Kill them!"

At a single command, the wind and clouds changed color. Dark, heavy clouds descended from the eaves of the palace, and a raging storm stirred up thunder and lightning that surged across the sky, leaving only flashes of light and shadow in the world.

Looking around, the black-armored imperial guards swept in like a surging tide, surrounding the three figures in the center of the square. In that instant, Mu Beichen's cavalry also emerged from the shadows and charged straight ahead, the soldiers in the same armor instantly blending together.

At this moment, the thunderous war drums resounded in unison, and amidst the billowing dust, blades clashed fiercely. The two sides finally began to engage in battle. A fierce wind howled amidst the chaotic fighting, carrying a devastating and chilling aura. The shouts of the people and the neighing of horses were louder than the thunder at this moment.

"If you want to die, then bring it on!"

"Go...kill them!"

"No! I don't want to die!"

"ah……"

Amidst chaotic screams and spurting blood, the three who had been darting through the chaos were forced to scatter. Yu Qianqian frantically swung her longsword, piercing the hearts of any approaching enemies with a single strike. Before long, a large number of dark figures fell to the ground. Then, another wave of enemy soldiers rushed towards them, their numbers several times greater than before.

Mu Beichen glanced back casually and saw Yu Qianqian leaping and bounding in front of the soldiers. She moved with light steps and seemed to fly, her black dress fluttering as she danced. Her graceful figure, as she fought desperately amidst the blood-soaked battlefield, was still as ethereal and charming as ever.

Before Yu Qianqian noticed Mu Feiyu behind her, those red eyes were already fixed on her. At this moment, if it weren't for Meng Yuan being unable to spare the time, he would have loved to kill this femme fatale with his own hands.

How utterly despicable! They're still struggling in their death throes! Mu Feiyu stared straight ahead, her eyes flashing with icy fury, then raised her hand and shouted, "Release the arrows!"

Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows rained down, and gusts of wind whistled through the air. A woman, fighting desperately amidst the chaos of battle, her face veiled by a light gauze, her long black hair disheveled like drifting smoke, floated precariously on the battlefield.

Unbeknownst to her, the arm she was using to wield the sword moved slower and slower, as if it had become numb and devoid of feeling, leaving only a final instinctive struggle and resistance.