Jun Feize's pupils contracted sharply; he didn't know why these thoughts had slipped out uncontrollably.

These are all his thoughts!

He raised his hand and desperately covered his mouth, but it was no use.

"Why!" Jun Feiran asked angrily, "The Empress Dowager treats you as her own son, why..."

"Hahaha, biological daughter? Then why has she never considered passing this position to me? Why did she want to give it to Jun Feiyan instead?"

"Who is Jun Feiyan? A woman! What gives her the right to rule the Ghost Realm? What gives her the right?"

"This world is... a man's world! What is a woman doing getting involved? She should just obediently get married and not interfere!!"

Jun Feize said with a distorted expression.

Strong? Strength doesn't change the fact that she's a woman.

"The Ghost Clan royal family chooses its emperor based on the strength of the strongest! In what way can you compare to Yan Yan?!"

Jun Feiran clenched his fists, his blood surging with anger at Jun Feize's words.

"So, I destroyed her! Wasn't she powerful? Wasn't she just bewitched by Di Qing's face? Women are always driven by emotions. What right did she have to rule the Ghost Domain?"

"ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the Phoenix Sword pierced through Jun Feize's shoulder, striking him hard! Blood spurted out.

Jun Feize let out a bloodcurdling scream, his body curled up inside the coffin.

"You brat, no matter what, I'm still your uncle... ah!"

Another sword strike.

"You are incredibly rebellious, you disregard human rights... Ah!"

With a swift movement, the knife fell.

Liu Yue coldly watched Jun Feize's desperate struggle.

Each sword strike landed squarely, but none of them directly took Jun Feize's life.

"No!"

Jun Feize regained consciousness, "What kind of sorcery did you use on me...?"

Swish! Swish! Swish! All eyes of the people below focused on Jun Fize.

Disappointment, anger, contempt...

Jun Feize's words were amplified by Jun Liuyue using her spiritual power.

Even the citizens of the capital, dozens of miles away, heard it clearly.

At this moment, the people of the capital were in an uproar, forgetting even to flee for their lives.

The faith they had built up over many years collapsed at this moment!

The monarch they trusted was the very culprit who had brought them to this point.

The Third Princess they despised was nothing more than a pitiful pawn!

The worldviews of everyone was completely shattered.

"For so many years, I always thought Jun Feize was dedicated to the country and its people, working tirelessly to protect us. Back then, he signed a pact with the temple under immense pressure to seal off the Ghost Realm! I never imagined that it was all because... he was afraid his crimes would be exposed!"

"No, that's impossible!"

"All these years, we've all been wrong about the Third Princess. If it weren't for Jun Feize... the Ghost Emperor wouldn't have died!"

The Ghost Emperor and Empress of that time were no less powerful than the current Temple God!

However, he died in the palace raid while protecting the common people!

After the Ghost Emperor and Empress died, the Ghost Realm truly fell into decline!

If the Ghost Emperor and Empress hadn't died, they might still have had the power to contend with the Temple!

"Jun Feize! I never imagined he was so heartless!"

"Yes, for their own selfish desires, they sacrificed the entire Ghost Realm!!!"

"What right does he have to be the Ghost Emperor? He's utterly unworthy!"

I thought Jun Feize had worked diligently for so many years, practicing formations to seal the miasma, exhausting himself for the country and its people. But I never expected that... if it weren't for Jun Feize, their Ghost Domain, though not as good as the Temple, would definitely not have ended up in this state.

With the Ghost Emperor and Ghost Queen dead, Jun Feiyan was forced to enter the Forbidden Domain due to being hunted down.

The Ghost King Jun Feiran was deeply affected and relinquished his position as Ghost Emperor, handing it over to Jun Feize.

All of this was designed by Jun Feize!

He calculated to the extreme, even taking human nature into account.

For the past three hundred years, the people of the Ghost Realm have lived under Jun Feize's schemes.

"Jun Feize, you deserve to die!" Jun Feiran glared angrily at Jun Feize. "You don't deserve to be a member of the Jun family!"

"How did the Ghost Queen and the Ghost Prince die?"

Liu Yue spoke coldly, looking down at Jun Feize.

Upon hearing this, the latter trembled.

How did that brat know about this?!

No, this brat is definitely bluffing him!

"I don't know... Ah!"

The Phoenix Sword pinned Jun Fize's hand firmly to the coffin.

His spiritual power burst forth, enveloping Jun Feize.

"How did the Ghost Queen and the Ghost Prince die?!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his mental energy firmly locking onto Jun Feize.

Upon hearing this, Jun Feiran clenched his fists. This matter... was it related to him too?

Back then, when the miasma erupted, he suffered internal injuries. His wife led troops to seal off the miasma, but when he learned of this... all he received was news of the deaths of his wife and children.

He was devastated and never recovered. He often thought, "If only I had been the one who went! Why was it his wife and children?"

But because his daughter was still alive, he couldn't just collapse, though his hair turned white overnight.

Jun Feize, who was under the control of mental power, had his memories constantly surging up.

Scenes flashed before Liuyue's eyes.

The image coalesced and appeared above Junfeize.

The Ghost Queen in the picture is dressed in military attire. The Ghost King's heir, Jun Yunxuan, and Jun Feiran look somewhat alike, but he looks more like the Ghost Queen, Lu Ning.

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