Yuwen Yong felt like he had been completely outmaneuvered. His face turned pale, but then flushed with excitement. "Cloud technique, cloud technique! If I can absorb your cloud technique, then even if it's fake, it can become real." As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Yong used his palm to pull Xu Yiran into his hand.
"Xu Yiran, get out of the way."
Nan Lingqin was extremely anxious because he could see that Xu Yiran's face was not only pale, but she looked like she was dying.
That damned Yuwen Yong not only wanted to control Xu Yiran, but also wanted to take possession of the cloud technique within her body at this crucial moment.
"Xiao Qin, don't come any closer." Xu Yiran raised her hand and waved away the stubborn Li Qingru. She then clapped her hands and stood up, sending up broken bricks that blocked Nan Lingqin who was about to come up.
"Don't come any closer." Xu Yiran shook her head at Nan Lingqin. "Don't come any closer. My fate is already sealed. I had foreseen all of this long ago. As for life and death, I have already convinced myself. At least I will be happy to die in front of you."
"What are you saying? Do you think I staged this whole thing just to watch you die?" Nan Lingqin was furious, but she didn't dare to make a move.
The fact that Yuwen Yong could scheme for so many years shows his treacherous nature; if he makes even the slightest mistake, Xu Yiran will surely be...
Outside the hall, it was also pitch black.
Those who obeyed the Second Elder Yuwen Yongrong's Yama Palace, those who had long been controlled by him like puppets and could fight against hundreds, slowly surrounded him again, forming a counter-encirclement with Yuwen Yao's men. They clashed instantly, and it was difficult to determine who was superior.
After all, although Nan Lingqin had secretly released the 50,000 Yun Clan members from their restraints, not all 50,000 could all crowd here to help at once.
At this moment, Yuwen An and Yu Qingyi also appeared.
"Second Elder, is there a fight outside?"
Then someone came to report to Yuwen Yongrong.
Yuwen Yongrong looked at him, "What's the matter?"
"A man and a woman led a group of men into the palace, killing all our hidden guards. They also simultaneously retaliated against the officials' families we had been watching. We..."
Before he could finish speaking, his head had already separated from his body, and his bright red blood was splattered on the clean brickwork.
Yuwen Yong, however, withdrew his hand as if in a bloodthirsty manner, even licking the trace of blood on his fingertip, and sneered, "Trash deserves to die." Then, he looked at Nan Lingqin and Yuwen Yao, "So, do you really want him to die?"
“If you kill him, you can’t escape either, and everything you’ve been pursuing will be lost.”
Yuwen Yao said.
"Really? But I just feel like you guys won't let him die, hahaha."
Yuwen Yong had been provoked by Nan Lingqin, but now that he had someone to rely on, he naturally calmed down.
Nan Lingqin stared intently, focused solely on rescuing Xu Yiran. However, Xu Yiran seemed utterly despondent, her eyes conveying only a message: let her go.
"Yuwen Yong, then you don't need him?"
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a cold, emotionless shout rang out, and the crowd parted to reveal Lan Xinyue walking towards them, holding Xie Danling to her sword.
Yuwen Yong's expression changed, "How dare you..."
Lan Xinyue didn't look at Yuwen Yong immediately, but looked at Nan Lingqin. "I'm sorry, Nan Lingqin. I asked you to take him away, but I ended up taking him hostage."
Lan Xinyue sincerely apologized, but her cold face remained indifferent.
“I love Xu Yiran, and I want to love him just like he loves you. I don’t want to possess him, but only to protect him with peace of mind. So, I can’t bear to see him die, so I can only betray your trust in this way.”
Nan Lingqin looked at her, her pupils contracted slightly, and she remained silent.
"Nan Lingqin, don't you love Danling the most? Are you just going to watch him be taken hostage and die?"
Yuwen Yong suddenly spoke up with righteous indignation, which Nan Lingqin found both laughable and ironic.
It must be said that Yuwen Yong was successful in this respect.
If it were the old her, when she didn't care about her younger brother Xie Danling, she would have easily let him die in front of her, at most she would just frown. But now, she doesn't want him to die, nor can she let him die.
"Sister, you don't need to hesitate, you don't need to waver, you don't need to think about me. I already know everything. If my death can end all of this, I'm willing."
As Xie Dan listened to the words, counting the distance of a few steps, the boy had grown up. Compared to the previous hesitation, his clear eyes were filled with more melancholy and more composure. The firmness that regarded life and death as nothing was enough to touch anyone's heart.
"He killed my own mother."
Xie Danling continued, pointing at Yuwen Yong, "If she knew this in the afterlife, she wouldn't want this person to live. So it wasn't Miss Lan who held me hostage; it was just that I wanted to die myself."
As he spoke, Xie Danling stretched his neck forward, and a thin line of blood immediately appeared, flowing down his robes.
If Lan Xinyue hadn't reacted quickly and regained her composure, Xie Danling would probably have lost her life in that instant.
Yuwen Yong's face turned ashen. "You beast, how dare you betray me like this! Remember, you are my son. I can make you live or die as I please."
"Then let me die."
"Die? Do you really want to die? I should be proud to be your father. I can give you far more than any other father in the world. I have the Cloud Technique, and soon we can control the Cloud Clan. You can live forever, and you can rule the world. I want the Cloud Clan, to achieve great success. How wonderful, how wonderful..."
Yuwen Yongrong was agitated, his eyes bloodshot, as if he had gone mad.
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