The glory is gone.

She died in Song Wuxia's arms.

The surrounding area was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood was overwhelming, making one feel nauseous.

The man sitting amidst the corpses quietly held the lifeless woman in his arms, continuously channeling his inner energy into her. However, this energy could only maintain her body temperature, but could not bring her back to life.

It has been three days and three nights.

Even the most skilled martial artist of the time couldn't last more than three days. Waves of people came to capture him, only to die at his hands in turn. He murmured, "Don't disturb my glory, she's asleep."

No one knows how many people died, but in the end, no one dared to approach again.

Finally, Liu Qi, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and Fei Yu arrived. The two of them only dared to stand three meters away. Even though Liu Qi had killed many people, he was still afraid when he saw such a scene of corpses strewn all over the place, let alone Fei Yu.

But there was Miss Feiyu there. Her grief overcame her discomfort, and unexpectedly, she had more courage to speak than Liu Qi. "Lord Song... please, let Miss rest in peace."

Song Wuxia remained motionless, simply gazing intently at the sleeping Fengguang in his arms, making no other move.

"My lord, the late emperor is dead, and now the crown prince has become the new emperor. Once the situation stabilizes, the court will soon send more people to surround and kill you," Liu Qi said worriedly. The tiger beside him had lost its former vitality and lay on the ground, whimpering softly.

Among the pile of corpses, the man in the yellow robe stood out. Baili Min, the king of a country, had been dead for three days but had not yet been buried. He and the other corpses were gradually surrounded by flies.

Feng Guang died for Song Wuxia.

What was the situation three days ago?

After thinking for a long time, the image in Song Wuxia's mind finally became clear.

The people of Bailimin captured Feng Guang. They said that as long as Song Wuxia was willing to commit suicide, Feng Guang would be safe and sound.

Just as Song Wuxia was about to plunge the sword into her abdomen, Feng Guang acted faster. She used the sword pressed against her neck to slit her throat, and soon, a trace of blood appeared on her fair and smooth neck.

Song Wuxia killed everyone. He held Fengguang in his arms, praying that she still had a chance to live. So, he spent three days in a daze, constantly channeling his inner energy into her. His body seemed tireless, but a voice told him that if he stopped, if he couldn't hold on any longer, Fengguang would really leave him.

Feiyu finally couldn't hold back her tears and cried, "Lord Song... because of Miss, our master has fallen seriously ill and can't get out of bed. Miss has died so tragically. Please, have mercy and let Miss rest in peace. Also, give yourself some relief. Feiyu understands Miss. You are the person Miss loved. If she were alive, she would not want to see you tormenting yourself like this."

"Yes, sir," Liu Qi also advised, "Miss Xia is kind-hearted. She wouldn't want to see you become like this, neither human nor ghost, because of her! My lord, perhaps it won't be long before Baili Mo brings people to kill you. Are you really willing to die at his hands? When Miss Xia was alive, she hated Baili Mo very much. If you die at Baili Mo's hands, would you be content?"