"Ran Qiyue, you have committed so many evil things, but you will not be able to escape the judgment of heaven!"

The sharp sword in Mu Li's hand was pointing directly at Ran Qiyue's throat, and his bright eyes were filled with coldness, as if it were ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

Lying on the ground, Ran Qiyue clutched his bleeding chest and spat out a mouthful of black blood. He glared at Mu Lige angrily, "Hmph! Su Mu Lige, I was simply careless for a moment and fell into your trap. If not for that, do you think I could have lost to you?"

"A slight mistake can lead to a huge error. Once you lose, you lose." Mu Lige suddenly exerted force and stabbed the sword in his hand a little deeper into Ran Qiyue's heart. The blade flashed a cold light in the dark night.

Ran Qiyue vomited black blood again, but still refused to admit defeat and said, "Haha, Su Mulige, Nalan Qingcheng, do you think you can defeat me like this?" There was a hint of madness in his voice, as if he was mocking the naivety of Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng.

"Brother Li, look! Ran Qiyue's blood is actually black?!" A trace of uneasiness flashed through Hua Qingcheng's heart. She frowned and looked at the scene in front of her worriedly.

Mu Lige's eyes glared. He had also noticed this strange situation. What did the black blood mean? Could it be that Ran Qiyue had some secret or hidden power?

"Ran Qiyue, what exactly is your conspiracy?" Mu Lige asked in a low voice.

Ran Qiyue showed a strange smile at the corner of her mouth: "Su Mulige, Nalan Qingcheng, even if I die, you won't have an easy life!"

Ran Qiyue's hair was now disheveled and scattered across his shoulders. His once handsome face now looked incredibly haggard and pale. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Mu Lige with a sinister, maddened look that sent shivers down his spine.

Suddenly, Ran Qiyue opened his mouth and let out a strange, "hehehe" laugh. At the same time, a stream of thick black blood gushed out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground. It was as if an invisible pair of hands were draining his vitality, pushing him into the abyss of death.

"Demon Lord, I, Ran Qiyue, am willing to sacrifice my soul in exchange for Nalan Qingcheng and Su Mulige becoming husband and wife, turning against each other, loving each other for generations, yet being enemies who kill each other for generations!"

Ran Qiyue used all his strength to shout at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed in the air, filled with endless resentment and hatred.

Knowing that he was doomed to die, Ran Qiyue was willing to sacrifice his own soul in order to take revenge on Mu Lige and Hua Qingcheng. Even if his soul would be shattered and he would never be reborn, he would still use his last bit of strength to cast the evil curse.

Ran Qiyue's curse burned like a black flame, consuming his soul and unleashing endless malice. Every word cut through the air like a sharp blade, as if piercing the constraints of time and space to bring disaster upon the loving couple.

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful force erupted from Ran Qiyue's body, enveloping him completely. This force was like a dark storm, carrying the aura of destruction.

As the curse progressed, Ran Qiyue's face became more and more hideous and distorted, a cruel and sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a crazy light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, Ran Qiyue's body began to tremble violently, his skin gradually becoming transparent, as if it was about to dissipate. His vitality quickly faded, and his once handsome face became old and ugly.

"ah--"

With one last shrill scream, Ran Qiyue completely disappeared from this world.

Ran Qiyue believed that as long as he completely dedicated his soul to the Demon Lord, he would be able to use the Demon Lord's boundless magic power to drag Su Mulige and Nalan Qingcheng to be buried with him!

Ran Qiyue's sudden actions shocked Mu Lige. He realized that things might be much more complicated than they had imagined. Hua Qingcheng held Mu Lige's hand tightly, a determined glint in her beautiful eyes. No matter what, they couldn't let Ran Qiyue succeed.

The atmosphere around them suddenly became extremely tense, as if a bigger storm was about to come.

The death of Imperial Preceptor Ran Qiyue unleashed panic and chaos among the Zhaoyang soldiers. They discarded their helmets and weapons, surrendering. This farce of Imperial Preceptor's rebellion finally came to a chaotic end.

However, the tied-up emperor Su Mutianjun struggled to stand up. There was a glint of cunning in his deep eyes, and he tried to take this opportunity to win over the people.

"Good men of Zhaoyang, I know you were deceived by that traitor Ran Qiyue to commit your actions tonight. I... am the true Son of Heaven. As long as you remain loyal to me from now on and capture the Princess of Laifeng who is plotting to overthrow my Zhaoyang court, I will not only forgive your past mistakes, but I will even promote you three levels!"

Su Mutianjun's voice echoed through the night sky, filled with majesty and allure. He glanced at the bewildered soldiers below the city, hoping for a response.

The soldiers looked at each other, hesitant. Although Su Mutianjun's promise was tempting, they also had doubts about the emperor who had been deprived of power by the imperial preceptor. After all, everything that happened tonight made them realize that the emperor was not as wise and powerful as they had imagined.

Su Mutianjun, standing atop the city wall, spoke passionately, but received no response from the soldiers below. They stared at him expressionlessly, their hearts filled with suspicion and distrust. His sweet words and promises were nothing but empty rhetoric in the eyes of these battle-hardened soldiers.

Su Mutianjun stood on the high city wall, looking at the soldiers below who were not buying his orders, and a feeling of anger surged in his heart.

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