I glanced at the Chidu, a place filled with murderous aura and littered with corpses.
Song Xi shook his head and sighed, thinking of his master's instructions, he was afraid that he was really going to meet that calamity.
A sudden internal strife in Chidu disrupts the balance of power among all sectors, and the key figure, Chidu's young lord Aoqian, disappears after being usurped by his cousin.
Our ancestor is a highly accomplished person from beyond the Six Realms. Although he has been out of the world for over a thousand years, this matter is of utmost importance. If Aoqian's affair is not handled properly, the Six Realms will surely suffer immense devastation and never have a day of peace.
Out of concern for the innocent lives of the common people, her master ordered her to influence Aoqian and guide him onto the right path before he turned evil.
What Song Xiwei did not expect was that the internal strife that her master had predicted should have started a year later actually occurred a whole year earlier.
Now, she can only pray that the young prince, Aoqian, who was dethroned a year early and whose whereabouts are unknown, has not yet completely turned to the dark side.
She searched everywhere day and night and finally found Aoqian's hiding place.
Boundless Forbidden Land—
Amidst the bloodshed, Ao Qian, having been utterly exhausted from repeated ambushes, fought with increasing ferocity and excitement.
Amidst the blood mist, his ferocity intensified, his bloodshot eyes coldly surveying the only survivor kneeling at his feet, howling like a ghost.
"Young lord, spare me! Young lord, spare me!"
“I remember you.” Aoqian lifted the man’s chin with his toe, his tone cold. “Your life was saved by my father back then.”
"Yes, yes, I am deeply grateful to Your Majesty for saving my life back then..."
Before the man could finish speaking, Aoqian frowned and interrupted, "Unfortunately, you betrayed your father. Not only did you turn against him in battle, but you also repaid kindness with enmity by coming here to ambush and kill me. All of this is your own doing."
"Young lord, I have my reasons..."
Perhaps after killing for several days and nights, everyone was dead, leaving only this one survivor. Aoqian, who never liked to waste words, gave this person a chance to speak time and time again.
Aoqian stepped on the man's face, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "...Heh, to save your life, you wag your tail and beg for mercy. You have no principles. Such a despicable and shameless appearance. You are truly a fine son of Chidu."
"Young...Young Lord, if you would spare me, I..."
"Alright, I'll let you off the hook. It's not a big deal anyway."
Unexpectedly, Ao Qian agreed so readily. The man was both surprised and puzzled. "You, you really want to let me go?"
"Do you see that river over there?"
"Young Master, do you perhaps intend to..."
“I’ll step on you to cross.” As soon as Ao Qian finished speaking, he hooked his foot and carried the man towards the dark river.
"Ah—" Amidst the shrill scream, the man's face was corroded by the black river water as soon as it touched the surface, and black smoke billowed out.
Aoqian seemed not to have expected the corrosive power of the Black River to be so rapid. When he subconsciously tried to retreat, he found that all his spiritual power was restricted within the Black River realm and he could not use it at all.
"Damn it!" Am I really going to die here...?
Ao was extremely unwilling. He had been fighting tirelessly for so many days, fighting his way out time and time again, and thought he had seen a turning point. Who would have thought that he would still perish here?
If that's really the case, it would be better to give up this pure Demon Lord bloodline, sacrifice himself, merge into the Black River, and carry his hatred and resentment to corrode and annihilate everything!
Just as the incantation for the sacrifice was about to be uttered, a dazzling beam of light suddenly shone down.
As Aoqian came to her senses, a hand wrapped around her waist, and she saw a stunningly beautiful profile, as radiant as the moon.
The wind above the Black River was noisy, and the person's slightly parted red lips and light, melodious voice unexpectedly stirred up a chaotic restlessness in his heartstrings.
"Young lord, don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you!"
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