However, the methods employed by the opponent were so bizarre and unpredictable, constantly emerging and impossible to defend against.
Even though he was the supreme ruler, possessing the world and controlling endless power and resources, he seemed to stand at the pinnacle of power in the world.
At this moment, however, I felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness, my heart filled with anger and frustration, as if a raging fire was burning wildly in my chest.
Yet they are bound by an invisible shackle, unable to find an outlet for their anger, and can only let this rage rage torment them in their hearts.
At this moment, Yu Ji leaned weakly against Su Jinyun, looking incredibly frail and haggard, like a withered leaf swaying precariously in a storm.
Her face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, like the first snow of winter, fragile and cold.
A trace of bright red blood remained at the corner of her mouth, standing out starkly against her pale face, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, yet exuding endless desolation.
She was breathing heavily, each breath accompanied by a slight tremor, her breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if she might be extinguished by the clamor of the world if she wasn't careful.
It was as if he had used up all his strength to barely maintain this sliver of life.
She mustered her strength, raised her head slightly, and her once bright and spirited eyes were now somewhat dim due to her weakness, but she still tried to gather a glimmer of determination.
Looking at the Emperor, his voice, though weak, was resolute as he slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, although I was injured by him just now, I also slightly weakened his momentum."
There is still room for maneuver, but my skills are too limited to undertake this task. I humbly request Your Majesty to summon my Uncle-Master Xuwu to assist me immediately.
Ning Chenyi sat high on the dragon throne, his face cold and his deep eyes filled with weariness and solemnity.
He slowly raised his hand, the hand that held the power over the world, the movement gentle yet exuding an unyielding majesty.
He gave a slight nod to the palace servants who stood respectfully to the side, his eyes instantly conveying a clear and unambiguous command.
The palace servant, like a well-trained and quick-witted guard, immediately understood and strode swiftly and steadily toward the place where the chairs were stored.
Before long, a palace servant brought over an exquisitely carved chair. The chair had delicate textures and smooth lines, showcasing the unique and luxurious style of the royal family.
The palace servants carefully placed him beside Yu Ji, every movement extremely gentle, for fear that even the slightest movement might disturb the seriously injured imperial advisor.
Ning Chenyi's gaze was gentle and concerned, like the warm spring sun, yet it was also mixed with deep worry and gratitude as he stared intently at Yu Ji.
Looking at Yu Ji's once lithe body, now weak and frail due to her injuries, every movement seemed to be accompanied by excruciating pain throughout her body.
She slowly sat down in the chair, as if this simple action had exhausted all her strength.
After she was settled in her seat, Ning Chenyi leaned forward slightly, his posture both solemn and showing respect for Yu Ji.
He then spoke slowly, his voice deep and mellow, as if coming from the depths of time, carrying the composure and fortitude that comes from weathering storms.
The words spread clearly throughout the almost oppressively quiet court, each one seemingly carrying immense weight, striking heavily into the hearts of everyone present.
"The Imperial Preceptor's rescue of the King is truly a great achievement. If it weren't for his timely intervention, the consequences of the evil spirits would have been unimaginable. I wonder where King Zhao is right now?"
As Ning Chenyi finished speaking, his deep and sharp eyes, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, slowly turned towards Su Jinyun.
In that gaze, a searching intent surged like an undercurrent, and an expectation was overflowing, as if trying to see through Su Jinyun's expression to uncover all the hidden details and truths.
The fact that Su Jinyun and Yu Ji appeared together in the imperial court was truly unexpected for him.
Just now, the court was in chaos and fraught with danger. He was so focused on dealing with the unexpected situation that he had no time to think about why the two people had appeared at the same time.
Now that the situation has eased somewhat, he belatedly realized that doubts were creeping into his mind.
However, upon learning that Su Xiang had returned safely, his heart, which had been as taut as a rock, involuntarily relaxed a little.
A feeling of relief washed over him, like the warm spring sun, instantly dispelling the gloom in his heart.
He pondered to himself that Xuan Ying must have accompanied Su Xiang all the way back together.
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