Douluo: Becoming Qian Renxue

Chapter 290 Can’t Stay

This voice seemed very familiar to him. After a brief recollection, he finally remembered whose voice it was - the young master of the Spirit Hall!
she……?
Why is she here?
Prince Xuexing raised his head suddenly and his eyes met a pair of deep golden eyes.

The man in black slowly took off the hood of his cloak, revealing his long dazzling golden hair. Although he still had a veil on his face, his charming eyes were unforgettable.

When he saw those eyes clearly, Prince Xuexing's brain stopped functioning instantly as if it had been struck by thunder.

He knew very well that Xueyan Pavilion was originally developed in Wuhun City and its headquarters was also established in Wuhun City. Because of this, many forces suspected that there was some kind of unspeakable secret between Wuhun Hall and Xueyan Pavilion.

When the Pavilion Master of Xueyan Pavilion first approached him, he was very surprised and confused, so he did not easily agree. The Pavilion Master of Xueyan Pavilion also said that Xueyan Pavilion did have a relationship with Wuhun Hall, but he knew what the relationship was, so he did not ask further.

Prince Xuexing had always believed that the man in black was the head of Xueyan Pavilion, because the preferential treatment he enjoyed in Xueyan Pavilion and the various sophisticated weapons he saw were all real and could not be faked. However, now, he suddenly found that his cognition was completely overturned.

So, does that mean that the Master of Xueyan Pavilion is the Young Master of the Spirit Hall?

This sudden truth was too much for Prince Xuexing to bear for a moment. His throat was controlled by Qian Renxue's power and he could not make any sound. He could only stare in the direction of Qian Renxue, his eyes full of disbelief.

Not far away, Ning Fengzhi looked at Prince Xuexing, who was staring at the air, with some confusion, his brows slightly furrowed.

He didn't understand why Prince Xuexing suddenly became so out of control, as if he had seen something shocking.

Apart from the Titled Douluo at level ninety-nine, Ning Fengzhi didn't believe that there was anyone else who could hide under the noses of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, so when he saw Prince Xuexing's actions, he didn't think much about it.

Prince Xuexing's eyes were fixed on the direction where Qian Renxue was, but the other party remained silent, just leaning leisurely against the pillar, appreciating it all with interest, like a hunter patiently waiting for his prey to take the bait.

Prince Xue Xing was extremely anxious, and he couldn't help but want to call out Xue Qinghe's name. He really wanted to ascend the throne, but at this moment, he was even more unwilling to watch the people of the Spirit Hall murder the Tiandou royal family.

hateful!

The strength of Xueyan Pavilion is equally powerful. If they had not had no intention of getting involved in political struggles and refused to provide weapons to other forces, their status on the continent would definitely not be inferior to that of the Spirit Hall, the two empires and the seven major sects.

However, now he discovered that Xueyan Pavilion and Wuhun Hall were actually one family, so the strength of Wuhun Hall must be so powerful that it is beyond imagination.

He really didn't understand. Since the Spirit Hall and Xueyan Pavilion wanted to wreak havoc on the Tiandou Empire, why didn't they just harm Xue Qinghe and control him?

Why go to all this trouble to entice him into rebellion?

No matter how cunning and clever his nephew was, he was nothing but a soft persimmon in the face of absolute strength.

Prince Xuexing was filled with regret and confusion.

He just couldn't understand why the Spirit Hall chose such a complicated plan.

Now, he and his people have been captured by Xue Qinghe's people. Soon, he will become a prisoner and lose everything. And all this is because he was blinded by desire.

At this moment, he realized that power and desire were an endless abyss. In this game of power, he was just a chess piece being used.

Now, not only does he have no hope of becoming emperor, he may also be facing a threat to his life.

"Teacher, Your Majesty, thank you so much today." Xue Qinghe smiled slightly. His casual look made it hard for people to imagine that he would become an emperor in half a month. He looked at Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo beside him, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. Although he was about to become the emperor of the Tiandou Empire, he still remained humble and polite.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and patted his shoulder, saying, "Qinghe, you are my disciple, there is no need to be so polite. What we are doing today is part of our responsibility."

His tone revealed his recognition of Xue Qinghe.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Xue Qinghe in front of him, and couldn't help but feel deeply moved. He found that Xue Qinghe's mind was becoming more mature, and his methods were becoming more sophisticated. This growth made him feel gratified, as if he saw the shadow of his youth. Some time ago, Jian Gu Douluo mentioned this matter. Although he did not express his opinion at that time, he had added some appreciation for Xue Qinghe in his heart.

Jian Douluo turned around and his eyes fell on Prince Xuexing. Prince Xuexing looked regretful and lowered his head in silence.

Jian Douluo frowned and asked, "Your Highness, how do you plan to deal with your uncle and brother?"

Xue Qinghe sighed, turned around slowly, put his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Since ancient times, the struggle within the royal family has never stopped. Those princes or other royal family members who attempt to seize power will face a cruel fate regardless of success or failure. If they succeed, they will ascend to the throne, but if they fail, they will be doomed. Naturally..."

There was helplessness and determination in his voice.

Finally, he added firmly: "You can't keep it."

These words were like a cold wind, blowing through the hearts of everyone present.

Xue Qinghe closed his eyes in some pain, his voice low and firm. His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

"Somebody come!"

After hearing the call, the guards immediately knelt down in front of him and shouted in unison: "Your Highness!"

Xue Qinghe's body trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, as if trying to calm the waves in his heart. After a moment of silence, he gently waved his hand.

Ning Fengzhi looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He knew that it was not an easy thing for this child to kill his relatives.

However, Xue Qinghe did not seem to let emotions affect his decision-making.

He straightened up and said with a firm look, "Pass on my order. Prince Xuexing and the fourth prince Xuebeng tried to seize the throne during the funeral of the previous emperor. Their intentions are vicious and their crimes are unforgivable. They are now imprisoned and will be beheaded on a chosen day to uphold the law."

His voice was filled with unquestionable authority, as if announcing his determination and courage to everyone.

The guards immediately obeyed the order.

The entire palace was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, and everyone could feel the cruelty and ruthlessness of this power struggle.

Ning Fengzhi nodded silently to show his understanding and support.

He understood that Xue Qinghe did this not only to maintain the dignity and stability of the royal family, but also to show the world his determination and ability. Although the means were cruel, sometimes difficult choices had to be made in the arena of power struggle.

(End of this chapter)