"If you kill me, the emperor will not let you go, including your family." Although Yuan Yintang knew it in his heart, he couldn't help but threaten in order to survive.

"What you should worry about is your family." Qian Fanji said coldly.

"How can killing you alone be enough to save my daughter's life? Even if your entire alchemy family dies a hundred times, it will not be enough." Zhan Chili said.

Gu Shuo just looked at him coldly, with a murderous aura all over his body.

Yuan Yintang had never met such crazy people. If the Alchemy Family was targeted by this group of people, there would definitely be a lot of trouble. He had to find a way to return to the palace.

"Just look, no one will come to save you today, prepare to die." Zhan Chi stood on tiptoe, and the long sword flashed with silver light.

Seeing this, Yuan Yintang retreated repeatedly and used his lightness skills to dodge quickly. Another sword energy came from behind, and he couldn't avoid it in time, and his long arm was cut off by the long sword from behind.

"puff"

Pain struck him, and the arm holding the sword flew past his eyes and fell to the ground.

"ah……"

Before Yuan Yintang could react, Zhan Chi's sword pierced his chest and he screamed in pain.

"Don't let him die so easily." Qian Fanji said.

The Zhan Chi sword twisted around his chest before it was suddenly pulled out and headed towards his legs.

"ah……"

Another heart-wrenching scream was heard, and the tendons in the feet were severed.

"What's the point of keeping him alive? Killing him won't be enough to make me feel better." Zhan Chi stabbed him twice in the thigh with an unsatisfied look on his face.

Luo Wen, Du Yi and Yingge also wanted to torture him to death with their own hands.

"Take him to the prefectural government office." Qian Fanji said.

Zhan Chi and Gu Shuo put away their swords.

Luo Wen raised his hand, grabbed the man who was about to faint on the ground, and dragged him out of the street.

At midnight, a street near the prefectural government office was crowded with people protesting loudly.

Lord Song tried hard to persuade the Eighth Prince to go to the yamen, but the other party remained unmoved.

The deafening shouts were like roasting him on a fire. The emperor had not given any oral instructions, and he really could not bear it any longer.

"bump"

"ah……"

A figure fell from the sky in front of the prefect's door. The person was covered in blood and flesh, and everyone was frightened and screamed and retreated.

Lord Song was also very frightened and quickly sent someone to check.

"Reply... Reply, sir, it's Yuan Yintang."

When everyone heard that it was Yuan Yintang, the fear in their eyes was instantly replaced by anger, and they spat on the ground.

"Bah, it's really karma. No one is spared by heaven, and they deserve to die."

"It seems he's not dead yet, he's still moving."

"Not dead? Beat him to death..."

"Everyone, please be patient." Lord Song stepped forward and saw at a glance that Yuan Yintang was in critical condition.

Who could hurt such a popular figure in front of the emperor like this?

"This man has committed murder and is on the run. Please, Lord Prefect, bring him to justice."

A voice came.

Lord Song saw Qian Fanji, Gu Shuo, and Zhan Chi walking out of the crowd, and his face changed immediately.

"Minister Qian, this, this is..."

"This person is the murderer." Qian Fanji said.

Lord Song swallowed his saliva, not knowing how to deal with it.

"Sir Song, what is the crime of killing the family of an imperial official?"

Lord Song's face was extremely ugly. Minister Qian was well-versed in national laws and he knew very well what the crime was. Why were you asking him about it?

"Sir Song, such a person should be sentenced to death."

"Sir Song, the evidence is irrefutable. This man is guilty of a heinous crime and deserves to be beheaded."

"Lord Song has always enforced the law impartially and will definitely not protect the murderer."

Lord Song was forced to ascend to heaven, and he felt extremely miserable.

How did this happen?

Why hasn’t the emperor issued an oral order yet?