“Treating officials like this before the king is disrespectful. You are usually so composed, Lord Zhuoyue. This old man advises you not to be so reckless.” Firebird’s eyes darted around, his facial muscles twitched, and then he took two steps back, his eyes hinting at provocation, but he pretended to stand there obediently.
"You!" Zhuo Yue's eyes almost spit fire. His palm spun, and two daggers, each about a foot long, appeared in his hand. Gripping the hilts, Zhuo Yue gritted his teeth and muttered, "Die!"
"Whoosh!" A blade flashed towards the opposite side, and the firebird countered with a wave of its hand. Red mist rose before their eyes, and then a scream rang out. Zhuoyue sensed something was wrong and quickly sheathed his blade with a "whoosh!" The blade disappeared into his palm. When Zhuoyue could see clearly what was in front of him, he was stunned. Before him lay a woman in purple, lying on the ground, a dagger embedded in her chest...
Blood gushed out, staining her clothes and the ground red; the woman was on the verge of death.
The firebird on the other side had long since disappeared without a trace.
"Ziyun, it's you, you..." Zhuoyue was filled with trepidation. He strode forward, reached out and supported the woman in purple. Looking at her pale face, with tears welling in her eyes, he was extremely surprised. "You were clearly far away just now, how could you, how could you fall to the ground?"
"My lord," Ziyun said weakly, her lips trembling. A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her pale mouth. Ziyun's pupils were unfocused, and one hand trembled as she raised it. She opened her mouth, her voice barely audible, "My lord, it wasn't you, it wasn't me. Ziyun can't help you anymore."
"It's alright, I'll remove it for you, just bear with it." Zhuoyue shook his head, supporting Ziyun with one hand while reaching for the dagger with the other...
"I'm afraid it's too late." Blood kept spilling from the corner of her mouth. As soon as Ziyun finished speaking, the dagger in front of her chest began to turn transparent. Zhuoyue's hand grasped nothing, and Ziyun closed her eyes and turned her head to one side.
"Lord Zhuoyue has killed someone! Help!" A red figure ran up from the top of the jade steps, shouting loudly. He was standing at least ten steps away from Zhuoyue; this person was none other than Firebird.
"Firebird!" Upon hearing the shout, Zhuoyue looked up sharply and saw the old man with a strange look in his eyes. "Zhuoyue has killed someone!"
Seeing that Zhuoyue was looking at him, the old man not only did not restrain himself, but also acted as if he had not heard him. He used his spiritual power to cover the two sides of his mouth with his hands, bowed and shouted loudly into the air.
Upon hearing his shout, the previously silent sky instantly became lively. From all directions overhead came sounds of "puffing" or "rustling," and soon, a large, dark mass descended upon the sky.
"What happened?"
They quickly regained their footing on the ground, where men and women dressed in various colorful clothes stood. Each of them had a bizarre appearance; some had folded wings, some were riding cable cars, and some had their feet on pedal-like devices…
"Ah, Lord Zhuoyue, no way, how could he kill Ziyun? She was just a girl who had just come of age." A middle-aged woman draped in a thin veil stood opposite Zhuoyue. She looked at Ziyun with a puzzled gaze, then at Zhuoyue. Her right hand trembled as she pointed at Zhuoyue and shook her head repeatedly.
"Lady Sasha, no, it really wasn't me." Zhuoyue looked up and saw the other person's gaze gradually cooling. He shook his head and explained, but his hand was still on Ziyun's abdomen. He wanted to press the wound with his hand, but blood kept oozing from between his fingers.
"Not you? You dare to deny it? That's terrifying!" Sasha shook her head, her eyes quickly filled with disgust. "In this spirit realm, who possesses a dagger like yours..."
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