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He moved like lightning, the spear dancing like a dragon. With a single strike of "Ice Breaks the Firmament," the tip of his spear sliced through the air, leaving behind a series of shocking cracks in space itself as if it were being torn apart by its sharpness.
At the same time, Zhao De was quick to react. Seeing Li Siyuan make his move, a cold smile crept onto his lips as he waved his folding fan lightly. Instantly, a violent hurricane swept forth with devastating force, surging toward Ying Wuji. Within that whirlwind, it seemed to contain boundless power, ready to devour everything that stood in its path.
Though Ying Wuji was poisoned and unable to exert even seventy or eighty percent of his cultivation, he did not retreat an inch. Faced with the combined assault of Li Siyuan and Zhao De, a determined glint flashed in his eyes. He weaved through the hurricane and spear strikes, relying on his exceptional agility and superb martial skills to hold his ground against both Li Siyuan and Zhao De.
On the battlefield, blades flashed and gunfire roared as the three engaged in fierce combat. Each clash was accompanied by deafening booms, as if they were tearing apart the very heavens and earth.
In the center of this intense confrontation, Ying Wuji unleashed a move known as the Emperor's Fist. Its might soared like a dragon ascending to the heavens, forcing Li Siyuan's attack back with sheer power. Seizing the moment, he followed up with a strike that could shatter mountains and rivers, accurately hitting Zhao De in the chest, causing him to stagger backward.
However, in this life-and-death struggle, the poison within Ying Wuji's body gnawed at him like maggots in flesh, growing ever more intense. Despite this, he gritted his teeth and refused to fall.
Just at that critical moment, a cold light streaked across the sky like a shooting star. The Beautiful Lady executed the Zhen Huang Sword Technique, breaking through Ying Wuji's protective aura and piercing his body with her sword tip.
Ying Wuji's face was filled with disbelief as he locked eyes with the Beautiful Lady. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I never expected you to be a master of Feng Wang Jing as well. With such sword brilliance, it seems that Ning Family's Earth Grade Supreme Weapon is in your hands. No wonder it could break through my precious armor."
As he spoke, a hint of desolation and unwillingness flickered in Ying Wuji's eyes. Seeing him severely injured, Li Siyuan and Zhao De could not let this rare opportunity slip away. They quickly launched a barrage of fierce attacks upon Ying Wuji.
At first, Ying Wuji managed to withstand one or two blows thanks to his indomitable willpower. However, as time passed, he grew increasingly overwhelmed. Finally, with a dull thud, Ying Wuji's body collapsed to the ground—the fall of a once-great king.
Meanwhile, in other corners of the palace, chaos reigned as rebel forces overwhelmed everything in their path. They slaughtered royal family members like wolves on the hunt, staining every corner of the palace with blood.
Amidst this turmoil and despair, one corner stood out for its eerie tranquility. A delicate little girl was tightly held by a Black-Clad Old Servant as they fled from the city.
Tears filled the girl's eyes as she trembled and asked, "Wang Bo, where is Father? Zi Yi wants to find Father."
Hearing her words pierced through his heart like a dagger. He suppressed his sorrow and tried to calm himself before speaking to the little princess: "Little Princess, I'm afraid Qin Huang has met with misfortune. Right now, our priority is to get you out safely."
With your talent and time for cultivation, you can return later to avenge Qin Huang. After saying this, he quickened his pace and led the little princess through gaps in the rebel forces as they made their escape from the city.
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