As the intimidating force left, Emperor Jing slowly took a breath, held on to the pillar, and stood up shakily.
The Crown Prince and the Queen remained lying on the ground. It wasn't that they didn't want to get up, but at this moment, every bit of strength in their bodies had been drained away. They were no more powerful than babies, so how could they possibly stand up?
Emperor Jing looked at Nangong Liuyun, who was still sitting there calmly, with a complex and profound look in his eyes.
At this moment, Nangong Liuyun seemed so unfamiliar that even he couldn't recognize his father.
At this moment, Emperor Jing seemed to recall the tragic scene when the little Nangong massacred the imperial capital.
Emperor Jing smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
Nangong Liuyun, who was nearly five years old back then, was already that powerful. How could he, now, obey his orders? He had been sitting on the throne for so long, so comfortable, that he couldn't even understand such a truth.
"Father..." The prince half-lay on the ground, growling unwillingly. The kneeling just now had torn away the last shred of his dignity, leaving him to be trampled upon by Nangong Liuyun. Now that he had survived, the prince was immediately annoyed.
Emperor Jing waved his hand and said to Nangong Liuyun, "Do whatever you like."
Emperor Jing's voice was filled with endless despair. What had just happened had left him with a lingering fear, as if he had just woken from a dream. He knew that Nangong Liuyun had grown to the point where even he had to look up to him. It was impossible for him to control him anymore.
Nangong Liuyun twitched the corner of his mouth slightly: "You only understand it now? It's not too late."
Emperor Jing smiled bitterly.
If it weren't for Nangong Liuyun's thundering blow, he would still be immersed in his dream and unable to see the reality. The reality is that compared to that stinky girl Su Luo, he is nothing!
In reality, Emperor Jing knew the problem lay with him. If he had been able to protect Nangong's mother, if he had been able to protect the little Nangong after Nangong massacred the imperial capital... now, he wouldn't have such... contempt for his father.
When Emperor Jing thought of this, he suddenly felt as if his heart was pierced by a snow sword, and the pain made him see stars.
"You guys go back." Emperor Jing waved his hand.
Nangong Liuyun stood up and raised the corners of his lips lightly: "Leave one spot for me in the Four Nations Tournament."
"Your place has always been reserved. The other nine people are already in place. If you have time..." After seeing the situation clearly, Emperor Jing's tone was unprecedentedly gentle.
Nangong Liuyun interrupted him coldly: "There are not nine people."
"Huh?" Emperor Jing was puzzled.
"There are only eight people." Nangong Liuyun took Su Luo's hand and said in a tone that did not allow for argument, "Luoluo is also participating."
"But..." Emperor Jing frowned. Each of those nine people was above the sixth level, the Nangong family's long-hidden secret power. But wasn't Su Luo only at the fifth level?
Emperor Jing tried to reason with Nangong Liuyun: "Everyone in this Four Nations Tournament is above level six, and she's only level five. She won't even be able to pass the first level."
"Don't worry about this." Nangong Liuyun frowned.
Emperor Jing snorted angrily. He knew he would lose, yet he still wasted a spot. This son was truly possessed!
Nangong Liuyun did not give him a chance to refuse. He took Su Luo's hand and walked away slowly.
As they left, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
"Father..." The prince was on the verge of tears. He had just come back from the brink of death, and only now did he feel truly alive.
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