The lotus flower burst open, and tiny lotus petals drifted onto the soldiers of the Divine Dynasty.
"This is...?" The soldiers looked at each other, their surprise and delight clearly visible.
The Vajra glares fiercely, thus subduing the four demons; the Bodhisattva lowers his brows, thus showing compassion to the six realms of existence.
The unique ultimate move of the Seven Reincarnations of the White Lotus Sacred Technique—Lotus Birth and Lotus Demise—has the effect of killing to silence witnesses, and is also used to heal wounds and cure diseases.
The delicate lotus petals drifted into the wounded soldiers' bodies, instantly stopping the bleeding and restoring their strength in the blink of an eye. The exhausted soldiers were fully recovered.
Your side is exhausted and your morale is low, while our side is full of fighting spirit. It is clear who is stronger and who is weaker.
"Kill!" General Li shouted, seizing the opportunity.
Kill, kill, kill them all, then I can go home, to my wife, kids, and warm bed. Wait for me!
The soldiers swarmed forward, routing the rebel army and leaving them in disarray.
"Stop! Stop! Anyone who dares to desert will be killed by me!"
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Luo Qing was still unwilling to give up. He saw a soldier running past him and casually killed him with a single slash.
With a single slash, a head fell to the ground, blood splattering five feet away.
Glug, glug, that was the head of a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, his young and astonished face filled with fear and disbelief.
What happened? He's just a child!
The former Northwest White Tiger Army was completely dumbfounded.
The soldiers of the White Tiger Army looked at Ji Xiaoxiao and thought about what she had done for her soldiers; they felt both ruthless and jealous.
Will you ever get ahead if you follow a general who doesn't care about his soldiers?
Will it happen?
Run away! Let's go! Stop fighting and killing!
The soldiers of the White Tiger Army laid down their swords and spears.
Are you planning a rebellion?
"General, we have no reason to persist."
They fought for Luo Qingshuang, but Luo Qingshuang only treated them as pawns.
Luo Qing knew the reason, moved his lips, and then lowered his head helplessly.
Ji Xiaoxiao had been secretly watching what was happening next door. When she discovered that the White Tiger Army had surrendered, a warm and cheeky smile appeared on her usually cold and hard face.
"Luo Qingshuang, you lost."
Luo Qingshuang survived the explosion, but her clothes were tattered, her face was covered in dust, and her fair skin was covered in black and yellow stains, making her look extremely ugly and disgusting.
Having lost all its advantages, Luo Qingshuang shamelessly declared, "That's not necessarily true."
Luo Qingshuang remained calm, as if she was certain of her victory.
Ji Xiaoxiao recalled the "fleeting moment" before she fainted that day.
"Never executed a single person, yet they abandoned the light for darkness, betrayed their ancestors and forgot their lineage, claiming themselves to be the descendant of the Frost Goddess, and wholeheartedly dedicating everything to the Lingran Palace."
Ji Xiaoxiao's mind raced. "They were all Luo Qingshuang's mortal enemies before, but after a while, they became Luo Qingshuang's most loyal heirs. Enemies, heirs, enemies, heirs... wait, could it be that Luo Qingshuang has the ability to hypnotize? Or, has she practiced a technique with hypnotic power?"
Ji Xiaoxiao took a deep breath of cold air, trying to calm herself down.
"What exactly did you do?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked directly.
Luo Qingshuang laughed loudly, "Hu Miaotian, your father and your child are now in my hands. If you don't want them to die, you'd better admit defeat."
"Impossible." Ji Xiaoxiao vehemently denied Luo Qingshuang's statement.
Hu Shao and the twins were under the watchful eyes of skilled secret agents in the palace compound, and were also under the close patrol of the Imperial Guards, who kept them at bay for twelve hours a day. Not even flies or mosquitoes could get close to them, let alone people of such enormous size.
Luo Qingshuang quietly put her injured left hand behind her back, straightened her chest, and smiled without saying a word.
Ji Xiaoxiao bit her lip and said indignantly, "It's Zheng Jincheng, isn't it?"
"You guessed right." Luo Qingshuang slowly uttered each word.
Ji Xiaoxiao understood immediately; it was indeed Zheng Jincheng.
Those who had known Luo Qingshuang for a short time all considered her a goddess. How could Luo Qingshuang, who had been married to Zheng Jincheng for three years, not "take Zheng Jincheng under her wing"?
Luo Qingshuang controlled Zheng Jincheng, and Zheng Jincheng was imprisoned in the dark room by Ji Xiaoxiao, suffering torture day and night. So how did he escape?
Ji Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and then suddenly realized.
In this world, there are plenty of people who don't want a woman to boss them around. They want to rightfully overthrow her, and they need someone of high status to raise the banner of justice. Undoubtedly, the former Crown Prince of Liang, now Emperor Zheng Jincheng, is the most suitable candidate.
"So, are you going to admit defeat, or wait for a great victory and then return to the capital to deal with the funeral arrangements?"
Ji Xiaoxiao, with a stern face and her head held high, attacked Luo Qingshuang.
Luo Qingshuang parried the attack with one hand, looking extremely strained. "Are you trying to kill your family?"
Yes, why not? But if she surrendered, they would surely die. Luo Qingshuang and she were the same kind of people; they would eliminate any threat at its root.
Ji Xiaoxiao remained silent, but the more she fought, the happier and fiercer she became.
"you……."
Ji Xiaoxiao grabbed Luo Qingshuang's hand and pulled her down. Luo Qingshuang was facing the sky with her back to the yellow earth. She paused in mid-air for a moment, and then Ji Xiaoxiao slammed her head down on Luo Qingshuang's head. With a loud bang, Luo Qingshuang was slammed to the ground, and the ground dented a foot deep.
"Palace Master." The voice of the Seven-Colored Guard came from not far away.
Luo Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Don't come any closer!"
It was too late. Ji Xiaoxiao released her and rushed towards the Seven-Colored Guards.
After a few screams, Ji Xiaoxiao dragged someone with one hand and strolled over to Luo Qingshuang.
"Do you want them dead?" Ji Xiaoxiao snapped Zi'er's arm with one hand.
"No, no, don't touch them, please don't touch them. If you want to hit, scold, kill, or torture them, come at me. Please don't touch them."
Luo Qingshuang cried, her tears falling like raindrops, forming a curtain of water.
Ji Xiaoxiao curled the corners of her lips. Luo Qingshuang had a premonition that something bad was about to happen. Her eyes widened and she kowtowed to Ji Xiaoxiao with great force.
"I'm begging you, please don't touch them, they're all I have left."
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