His every step carried a powerful aura, making the surrounding air seem to freeze. His eyes were as cold as ice, and the long sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light in the candlelight.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Emperor Xuanyuan, like the scythe of death, while a furious roar erupted from his mouth: "You dog emperor, things have come to this, why don't you obediently surrender!"

Emperor Xuanyuan slowly raised his eyes, which were filled with weariness and despair, and stared at General An Yuan before him. His eyes were filled with complex emotions: anger, resentment, and despair.

Suddenly, a low laugh came from his throat, which was initially quite faint, like muffled thunder rolling in the distance.

But as time went on, his cries grew louder and louder, gradually turning into a frenzy.

His body began to tremble with laughter, his hands waving in the air as if trying to grasp something ethereal.

After a long while, the maniacal laughter stopped abruptly, like a snapped string on a musical instrument. His eyes instantly turned dark and gloomy, like a bottomless black hole.

He asked coldly, "Since your Tianxuan army has already stormed into my Golden Palace, why is Qin Qianluo nowhere to be seen? Didn't she come with the army?"

At this moment, he had only one obsession: to see Qin Qianluo before he died, the woman who had changed his fate so drastically.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, his sinister eyes fixed on General An Yuan and the others, as if trying to see right through them.

But in his mind, a crazy idea was spreading and growing wildly.

His body leaned forward, as if trying to stand up from the dragon throne, but he slumped back down helplessly, the light in his eyes growing increasingly frenzied.

General An Yuan's face was as cold as frost, as if he had not heard the dog emperor's clamor. His killing intent was already tangible. He resolutely drew his sword, and his whole body exuded a chilling aura of killing intent.

He stepped forward, intending to pierce the emperor's throat with his sharp sword. Just at that critical moment, Qin Qianluo slowly walked in from outside the hall.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice like a gentle stream yet firm: "General, please wait."

Upon hearing this sound, General An Yuan seemed to be frozen in place, abruptly stopping his already departing figure.

He turned to look at Qin Qianluo, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, unable to understand why she would stop him.

But then Qin Qianluo raised her jade hand lightly, her movements elegant yet resolute, and without hesitation, she forcefully swung out the gleaming, blood-drinking, soul-devouring double-edged scimitar in her hand.

The scimitar, like a shooting star in the dark night, drew a perfect, chilling arc in the air, whistling through the wind, and shot out like lightning, striking the dog emperor's arm, which was trembling slightly with fear and rage.

Emperor Xuanyuan was still in a dream, feeling as if his arm was being burned by raging fire, and a sharp pain instantly struck. The double-edged scimitar had mercilessly cut through his arm, which was bulging with veins and resembled a writhing earthworm from clenching his fist.

In pain, he instinctively loosened his fist, and a Gu worm emanating an eerie aura fell to the ground. The Gu worm wriggled on the ground like a headless fly, its body emitting a nauseating eerie light, its appearance extremely ugly and ferocious.

Upon seeing this, Qin Qianluo's lips curled up slightly, like a ripple on a spring lake, revealing a meaningful smile.

Just as she arrived outside the Golden Palace, 001 spoke up to warn her, informing her that this dog emperor was trying to control her with the last remaining Gu, in order to achieve his insane desire to drag her down with him.

As the Gu worm fell, the general standing to the side turned serious and quickly drew an arrow, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the sunlight.

He drew his bow and released the string in one fluid motion. As soon as the bowstring twanged, an arrow shot out like a bolt of lightning.

It accurately struck the writhing, ugly worm crawling on the ground, pinning it to the cold earth and kicking up a cloud of dust.

General An Yuan also frowned, his figure flashing like a ghost in the night, his movements as fast as a storm, his long sword in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Carrying boundless power and majesty, it swiftly slashed across Emperor Xuanyuan's neck.

Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes widened like copper bells, his face filled with terror and resentment, as if he saw his own doomsday approaching.

He clutched his neck tightly with his other hand, trying to stop the gushing blood, but the gears of fate had already turned mercilessly, and all his efforts were in vain.

His gaze was fixed on Qin Qianluo, and he sighed inwardly, thinking that this woman was indeed stunningly beautiful, like a star fallen from the sky to earth.

She was even more beautiful than Qin Yuecheng, but unfortunately, he would never have the chance to enjoy such beauty in his life.

Blood gushed from his neck like a winding red river, staining his disheveled clothes, a symbol of the decline of imperial power.

A moment later, the Yellow Emperor finally closed his eyes with resentment, his body crashing to the ground, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky, as if telling the story of the fall of a dynasty.