When Shangguan Jingrong and Shangguan Beichen and others rushed forward.
Ouyang Qinglin, Du Chun, and others were unable to distract themselves.
At this moment, Bai Ze made his move.
Everyone thrust their swords forward together.
Bai Ze reverted to his beast form, his massive body blocking everyone.
"Hoo!"
He swiped out a claw.
"Bang!"
A loud noise.
Several Rong soldiers were flung away by Bai Ze's claw before they could even draw their weapons, crashing into the walls and corners behind them.
The Rong soldiers lay scattered on the ground, some clutching their stomachs, some screaming in agony, and some directly knocked unconscious.
Shangguan Jingrong and Shangguan Beichen, standing not far from Bai Ze, glanced back at the useless Rong soldiers.
Turning back, the two exchanged a look, understood the unspoken meaning in each other's eyes, nodded, and leaped up.
A long sword in Shangguan Beichen's hand moved unpredictably, and green spiritual energy spread around the sword.
He released the sword in his hand, raised his arm, and with an outward palm, flung it forward.
Instantly, the spiritual energy-covered sword before him shot towards Bai Ze with lightning speed.
At a distance of two fists from Bai Ze, the sword instantly split into twelve identical swords, spinning around Bai Ze.
Thus, with Shangguan Jingrong standing in the air alongside Shangguan Beichen, and the twelve swords distracting Bai Ze.
He unleashed his spiritual energy, his figure flashed, taking advantage of the current opening, and he easily reached Bai Ze's front without any resistance.
Flying down, he stood upon Bai Ze's beast form.
A blade strike was unleashed.
He chopped Bai Ze with a single blow.
Black blood splattered out, and he flicked his sleeve to avoid it.
He naturally wouldn't let any of the poisonous blood touch him.
The blade had already been coated with potent poison when he came.
Bai Ze, swinging his giant claws, couldn't attend to the person on his body.
After slashing Bai Ze, Shangguan Jingrong didn't linger, turning and leaping away.
Over here.
Shangguan Beichen saw Shangguan Jingrong had already flown down.
He raised his palm and recalled his sword.
The twelve split swords merged into one and returned to Shangguan Beichen's hand.
Shangguan Jingrong landed steadily, standing beside Shangguan Beichen.
Although their cultivation was not top-tier, as long as they cooperated seamlessly, they could defeat their opponents, just like in the great battle six years ago.
"Third Brother, it's been a long time since we've cooperated like this. The last time was six years ago. I didn't expect it to have been so long, yet our tacit understanding is still so strong. Third Brother, it seems you've never forgotten to cultivate yourself in your daily life."
Shangguan Beichen smiled as he looked at Shangguan Jingrong, his words seeming like a lament, but also a probe.
Shangguan Jingrong's lips curved into a sinister smile. He didn't look at Shangguan Beichen, only spoke gloomily, "Big Brother, you can rest assured. I've said it before, this prince has no interest in the throne, not then, not now, and certainly not in the future. Today, this prince only wants that demon empress."
As he said this, Shangguan Jingrong glanced at the Imperial Emperor, who was being protected by guards not far away. He withdrew his gaze, his voice growing even colder, "As for the others... Big Brother can deal with them as he pleases. Today's chaos in the empire is also a good opportunity."
Shangguan Jingrong's words carried hidden meanings.
Shangguan Beichen naturally understood.
Turning his gaze, he also looked in the direction Shangguan Jingrong had just looked.
After exchanging a look with the Imperial Guard commander standing behind the Imperial Emperor, he withdrew his gaze and smiled, "If that's the case, then thank you, Third Brother, for your consideration."
With these few words exchanged between them, the imperial family was about to usher in another bloody upheaval.
Over here.
Bai Ze, poisoned, transformed into human form. His rosy lips had turned black, and there was a long bloody gash on his back.
His robes were torn, and he clutched his chest, his body swaying precariously. With a stumble, he almost fell.
"Puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.
Before he lost consciousness, he bit his finger and used his blood as a curse, setting up a barrier around Ouyang Qinglin, Du Chun, and the others.
Lying on the ground, as he fell unconscious, he struggled to raise his arm, his finger pointing at Xuan Ling, who was still channeling spiritual energy.
Breaking the barrier would require considerable effort. Shangguan Jingrong and Shangguan Beichen, channeling their spiritual energy simultaneously, but the barrier, cursed with blood, was like an iron wall, unbreakable by anyone.
At this moment, Fan Qi, who stood behind them, dressed in black robes, the father of Fan Tiantian, also made his move.
"Kill the one who set up the barrier, and the barrier will break on its own!"
Fan Qi approached Bai Ze, and in an instant, a long saber appeared in his hand.
He held the saber high, his gloomy eyes filled with murderous intent.
Shangguan Jingrong and Shangguan Beichen, standing beside him, both looked at him.
They were all waiting to see Fan Qi decapitate Bai Ze.
However... a gust of wind swept through, and a chilling wind arose. A Blood-Red Saber flew out from the barrier.
The long saber and the Blood-Red Saber clashed.
Fan Qi felt a jolt in his hand, and his pupils constricted.
He retreated several steps, looking at the person before him in terror.
A strong wind blew, and the person before him had red hair fluttering behind him in the wind.
His clear, cold eyes were like frost.
"You dare to kill my person! Hmph!"
As Gu Qianying raised her palm, the Blood-Red Saber returned to her hand.
Holding the Blood-Red Saber, she swung it.
Fan Qi, attempting to escape, was caught in the evade and had an arm severed.
The saber in his hand and his severed arm fell to the ground.
Blood spurted out for three zhang.
Sheathing her saber, Gu Qianying plunged the tip into the ground, coldly looking at everyone before her.
Though her killing intent was palpable, the demonic energy she had absorbed was surging wildly within her.
Her breathing was erratic, and her body felt like ice and fire.
At this moment, no one noticed that the hand holding the saber had been trembling.
"Who else wants to die, come forward."
Like a queen, she looked down upon the world. At this moment, everyone saw the dominance in her eyes.
But at this moment, only she knew that she couldn't hold on much longer.
Shangguan Jingrong and Shangguan Beichen exchanged a look.
The greed in one's eyes intensified, while the other's eyes held calculation. He took a few steps back.
"Heh, little lady, you've got quite a temper, but the more you're like this, the more I like it."
As he spoke, Shangguan Jingrong did not attack, merely indulging in verbal provocation.
At this moment, everyone present felt a sense of fear towards her.
Everyone retreated.
The Imperial Emperor also had the thought of withdrawing his troops.
On the other side, Ouyang Qinglin, Du Chun, Lu Zhu, Nangong Li, and others had all gotten up.
Wuzi held the young prince, and Xuan Ling stood on the other side.
The young prince's purple eyes had now returned to the normal color of an infant's eyes.
Because Xuan Ling had used spiritual energy to suppress the demonic energy within the young prince, her own spiritual energy was only at thirty percent.
Her body was somewhat weak, and her complexion was pale.
But at this moment, she couldn't spare the time to regulate her energy. She ran to Bai Ze, squatted down, shook his arm, and called out his name in his ear, "Brother Bai Ze, wake up, wake up quickly."
Noticing that Bai Ze was injured and poisoned, Xuan Ling took out a spiritual pill from her person and fed it to Bai Ze.
A moment later, Bai Ze woke up. After waking, he was helped up by Xuan Ling and stood to the side.
And at this very moment, someone in the crowd quickly noticed Gu Qianying's current discomfort.
"She... look at her... her hand is shaking."
"She can't hold on much longer! Everyone attack together, kill the demon empress, kill those behind her, and the purple demon child, Xuan Ling, will be ours!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Everyone was startled, and at the same time, many people saw through Gu Qianying's pretense of strength.
"What are you waiting for! Quickly, charge forward and kill the demon empress and those people for me!"
The Imperial Emperor, seeing Gu Qianying's flaw, immediately gave the order.
Thus, everyone attacked again, and those who charged forward with swords were solely targeting Gu Qianying.
"Qianying, be careful!"
"A Ying!"
"Ninth Imperial Aunt!"
"Sect Master!"
Ouyang Qinglin, Du Chun, Nangong Li, Lu Zhu, and others exclaimed in shock.
In their haste, they immediately made their move.
But... before they could even get close to Gu Qianying, they were repelled by a powerful surge of spiritual energy, flying backward.
The crowd surrounding Gu Qianying also flew back a considerable distance.
Birds took flight in alarm, leaves fluttered down layer by layer, the dark sky returned to clear daylight, and withered leaves regrew and sprouted.
Not far away, a man in white robes emerged, riding the wind.
"Who wants to kill this king's wife? Is it you? Or you?"