It emitted a dull and alarming sound, a sound like the mournful cry of his bones breaking inside his body.
He felt a burning sensation in his throat, and a salty, fishy taste surged up his throat like a tidal wave. Then, a mouthful of blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth like a spring.
The blood drew a shocking crimson arc in the air, like a beautiful yet ominous blood flower blooming in the sky, before splattering onto the ground.
The stain spread into a glaring red, a red that seemed to tell of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this betrayal.
Despite suffering such a severe injury, his body felt as if it were being torn apart by a thousand knives, and every inch of his skin seemed to be emitting painful cries, leaving him powerless to fight back.
But the loyalty that Eunuch Li held for the Emperor was like an iron mountain that stood firm even in the midst of a raging storm.
No matter how powerful the external forces are, it remains steadfast and unshakable.
He gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the taste of blood. The stench of blood did not frighten him or make him back down; instead, it fueled his determination and resilience.
He mustered his last bit of strength, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every inch he moved seemed to exhaust all his strength, yet he still stood unsteadily before the emperor.
He stared intently at Ning Chenxing with his bloodshot eyes, filled with anger and determination, his gaze like two sharp blades burning with fury.
He wished he could tear this traitor who had betrayed the royal family and repaid kindness with enmity to pieces to vent his hatred.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the Imperial Study, a fierce and brutal battle was raging.
Under the relentless and impenetrable onslaught of dozens of men in black, the guards gradually began to show signs of weakness and were at a disadvantage.
The leader of the secret guards was burning with anxiety, as if a raging fire was raging in his chest, making his internal organs feel like they were about to melt.
He knew that the Emperor's safety rested entirely on their shoulders, and he bore an incredibly heavy responsibility. He could not back down in the slightest at this moment.
Otherwise, the emperor would be doomed, and the dignity of the entire royal family and the country would be destroyed.
His eyes were bloodshot, like two flames burning to their limit, and every move he made carried the momentum of a do-or-die situation and the determination to die.
His moves became increasingly ruthless, each punch swift and powerful, every strike aimed at the man in black's vital points.
They tried to fight their way out of the encirclement and fight for the emperor's life.
His figure weaved through the crowd like a black lightning bolt, each attack accompanied by the black-clad man's painful scream.
However, the enemy was numerous, like a pack of well-trained, bloodthirsty wolves, each with exceptional skills, and was by no means an ordinary person.
They cooperated seamlessly, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, forming an impenetrable encirclement that tightly trapped the guards within.
As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, even though the guards fought desperately with the determination to die.
However, faced with this ferocious and numerically superior enemy, they gradually became overwhelmed and found it difficult to withstand the relentless onslaught.
Seizing the opportunity, the men in black launched their attacks one after another. In an instant, fists and feet clashed, swords clashed, and the sounds of weapons colliding filled the entire imperial study.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, as if the entire Imperial Study had become a living hell.
Soon, several more guards were hit by the black-clad men's fierce attacks, letting out muffled groans of pain.
Their bodies crashed to the ground like felled trees, kicking up dust, each muffled groan a bitter indictment of this unjust battle.
Blood gushed from their wounds and spread beneath them.
The once pristine ground was stained crimson, the bloodstains seemingly telling the story of the battle's brutality and cruelty.
At this point, all the guards had lost the ability to fight back and could only lie helplessly on the ground, their eyes filled with resentment and anger.
Their chests heaved violently, their breathing rapid and labored, their eyes blazing with fury as they looked at Ning Chenxing, yet they were powerless to do anything due to their severe injuries.
Their hearts were filled with self-blame and guilt, self-blame for failing to protect the emperor, and guilt for betraying the emperor's trust.
Ning Chenxing slowly walked up to Eunuch Li, each step steady and triumphant, as if proclaiming his victory.
He looked down at Eunuch Li, a smug and cruel smile curving his lips. His smile was like that of a devil, exuding a chilling arrogance and contempt.
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