Song Yanran's expression gradually became insane, and a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth was shocking.

"Is it the will of Heaven? Then let the will of Heaven decide whether I am suitable to be the emperor of this Dragon Han Dynasty."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yanran's divine aura surged, and her incomparably powerful pressure instantly enveloped the entire Weiyang Palace.

The next moment, a five-clawed golden dragon descended from the clouds and circled around Song Yanran.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed at the sight.

"It's the aura of the Ancestral Dragon Emperor!"

"My God, has the Empress become so powerful that she can control the power of the Ancestral Dragon?"

"It's over. In this light, Prince Rui's previous actions were nothing but a joke."

Instantly, all the nations knelt in submission, and no one could muster the slightest will to resist.

Di Feijing, who had been merely a bystander throughout, was on the verge of tears, inwardly screaming, "This is terrifying! If only I could do it all over again!"

I'd rather play jungle with Li Cuihua's mother next door than interfere in this high-level game.

"My imperial destiny is recognized by the First Emperor. What right do you have to force me to abdicate!"

Song Yanran's voice resounded throughout the world, and looking around, no one dared to meet her gaze.

Song Yu frowned, thinking to herself, "Elder sister, please don't be serious."

Suddenly, an echo resounded in the distance.

"Song Yanran, today, my Xiongnu will seek justice. So what if you are protected by dragon energy? Watch how I, the king, will break your imperial might."

An unparalleled figure pierced through the clouds and plunged straight down.

The moment Song Yanran looked up, she decisively leaped forward to meet her.

Boom!

With their palms clasped together, the world went dark, and boundless Daoist principles scattered through the air, instantly turning the wedding venue into ruins.

After the first move, Song Yanran was forced back more than ten steps, barely managing to stand on the edge of the Biyi Platform.

"Xuanhao Hongye, you really came!"

Xuan Hao Hongye landed steadily, his hands behind his back, looking down at Song Yanran with a disdainful air, displaying the demeanor of a king.

"Song Yanran, today we will settle all our old and new scores."

"You dare call me 'senior'? By seniority, you should address me as such!"

"Can you bear being addressed as 'senior'?!"

Xuan Hao Hongye didn't bother arguing with Song Yanran; he silently calculated how confident he was of defeating this sworn enemy of the Xiongnu.

Just now, he clearly felt that Song Yanran's physical strength was far inferior to before, mostly due to the Seven Star Begonia in her body.

Even so, Xuanhao Hongye was not entirely confident of victory; at most, he had a 60% chance.

The probability was too low for Xuanhao Hongye, so he did not act rashly, but waited for another opportunity.

And that opportunity is just around the corner.

"What, aren't you going to settle both old and new scores at once? If that's the case, why haven't you made a move yet?"

The provocative words did not cause Xuan Hao Hongye the slightest psychological fluctuation; the excellent qualities of an emperor were clearly displayed in him.

After a brief standoff, the aura of the Ancestral Dragon Emperor on Song Yanran's body gradually dimmed.

Knowing that she would miss the last opportunity if she continued like this, Song Yanran decided to take the initiative.

However, at that moment, three sharp arrows pierced through the air from behind.

While Song Yanran was distracted, she turned around and blocked the three arrows, instantly turning them into dust.

But when she saw the target of the arrow, she was stunned.

Just a hundred paces away, Hu Ying stared at him with a face full of resentment.

"A good opportunity, Eight Desolations Technique - Galloping Through the Heavenly Pass."

In that brief moment of hesitation, Xuan Hao Hongye decisively struck, delivering a powerful palm strike to Song Yanran.

Song Yanran snapped out of her daze and struck back with a palm, but she didn't gather enough energy and was knocked back more than ten feet. When she stopped, a delicate bloodstain appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Whoosh~~"

At the same time, another sharp arrow shot through the air.

Before Song Yanran could react, the cold arrowhead had already pierced through her back and chest, splashing out a pool of hot blood.