Interstellar Beast World: The Ferocious Beast Husband Has a Wild Mind

Chapter 298 Queen Phil, Abdicate!
The cold wind blew on my face, bringing a bone-chilling cold.

Sang Qing watched their departing figures, her eyes welling up with tears.

Don't worry, there will definitely be a better tomorrow.

Looking back, his resolve hardened, like a sharp blade gleaming with a cold light, and a clear voice commanded, "Depart immediately."

Everyone looked serious, fully prepared, and dared not delay for even a moment.

Bai Xiao and Claire drew away a large number of troops, and Sang Qing's side, sometimes protected by shadows, successfully broke through the encirclement.

Los Angeles is another passageway to the capital.

I saw Jun Chenli again on a chilly afternoon.

The two groups faced off, blocking Sang Qing's path.

Shi Ying slightly turned to the side, blocking Sang Qing's path, remaining vigilant at all times.

Sang Qing's gaze passed over Shi Ying and coldly fell on Jun Chenli opposite her.

When the news reached the palace, Sang Qing was not surprised at all that the Empress would send Jun Chenli.

Even from a short distance, Sang Qing could tell at a glance that Jun Chenli's mental state had not fully recovered.

Even the Empress herself didn't have an antidote for the royal secret medicine. Although Jun Chenli took a small amount, he didn't have intercourse with any females, and the aftereffects were still present a month later.

The empress was truly ruthless; even her most beloved son was nothing more than a tool for her to consolidate her imperial power.

Jun Chenli also looked at Sang Qing, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including unspeakable pain and struggle.

After what the Empress did, they were already enemies who had drawn their swords against each other.

He had no face to face her, but he stood there, with no other choice but to protect this land.

The officer beside her looked at Sang Qing and the troops behind her with apprehension, trying to persuade her, "Commander Sang, do you know how many casualties your actions will cause? These are soldiers you once saved. Don't you pride yourself on being kind?"

Jun Chenli didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He knew perfectly well that no matter what he said, he couldn't change the outcome.

This battle is indispensable.

Thinking of this, Jun Chenli felt a piercing pain in his heart.

Why did things come to this?
Sang Qing's gaze fell on the soldiers of the First District behind Jun Chenli, and she was somewhat dazed, but only for a moment.

Just then, her hand was suddenly grasped, and Shi Ying's cold yet reassuring voice rang out, "You don't need to do it. You can't kill him. I will."

Sang Qing felt the warmth from the back of her hand and chuckled softly, "What's this about killing or not killing? I'm not a bodhisattva."

Shi Ying glanced at her sideways.

Sang Qing seemed to understand what he meant and chuckled.

She never regretted becoming a therapist, and she truly wanted to save more people.

But so what?
She came from the apocalypse, and the three years of the apocalypse had already taught her courage.

She wasn't immune to killing innocent people; some of those who schemed against her and stole her food were simply trying to survive.

The Empress has pushed her to this point, even considering eliminating the special forces and Shi Ying together, so don't blame her for dragging her down with her.

She has hardly used her mental energy these past two days and has almost fully recovered.

Jun Chenli is an SSS-level character with top-tier combat power, so dealing with him might be a bit troublesome, but with Shi Ying added, it shouldn't be a problem.

The winner takes all; it's never a fair competition.

Sang Qing didn't waste any words with them; she needed to resolve things quickly so she could send someone to rescue Bai Xiao as soon as possible.

Tao Tao and the others are gone, and she doesn't want anyone else to sacrifice for her.

Just as casualties were inevitable, another group of people arrived.

"Dealing with you doesn't require our healer's intervention."

Kunxi had a loud voice, clenched his fists, and led his men to stand between Sang Qing and Jun Chenli, his eyes blazing with anger.

Manju's long hair was tied up, with some sections hanging down casually on both sides. She wore a simple black and white work outfit, and her purple hair swayed with her steps, giving her a carefree yet alluring look.

He faced Jun Chenli and stood with Kunxi, saying to Sang Qing, "Leave this to us. Admiral Curry will hold them off for you."

Sang Qing nodded without hesitation, leaving some people behind, and led Shi Ying straight to the palace.

Jun Chenli wanted to stop him, but was powerless to do so.

Although the combined strength of Manzhu and Kunxi might not be enough to defeat Jun Chenli, their unique abilities give them an advantage.

Although Jun Chenli possesses strong mental power, her special abilities are the Phoenix Clan's Nirvana and Auspiciousness. The former is useless in combat when there is no danger to her life, and the latter is only a support skill.

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Royal Palace
The girl dismounted from the black behemoth and walked forward with light steps.

A pink hair ribbon fluttered, obscuring Sang Qing's eyes. Sang Qing reached behind her head with both hands, untied the hair ribbon, and her long, black hair cascaded down.

"You dare to come here with so few people?"

Even though she was somewhat surprised by Sang Qing's forceful entry into the palace, the Empress remained calm and composed. Her gaze towards Sang Qing was no longer gentle; instead, it was ruthless and determined.

Even though Sang Qing's beastman strength far exceeds SS level, after being worn down by numerous dark guards for so long, his strength is certainly no longer at its peak.

Her imperial consort and personal guards were all SS-level, and given the numerical disadvantage, Sang Qing was practically courting death.

Sang Qing stopped and smiled.

That smile was breathtaking, making the world pale in comparison.

She casually raised her right hand and gently pressed down with her slender fingertips.

"Queen Phil, abdicate."

Her voice was as beautiful as jade.

She was nonchalant and lazy, with a hint of self-deprecation and confidence, as if she was born to stand on a high platform, the most noble being, looking down on all living beings and holding the power of life and death.

Behind the Empress, a whole group of people knelt down.

The weapon fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Queen Phil's expression changed drastically, her eyes filled with horror.

Even Feng Jun, who also possessed the bloodline of a mythical beast, showed a pained expression, unable to get up even when he exerted himself to the point that his knees trembled.

As the person at the very top of power, as the heir to the most noble bloodline, she knew what this meant.

The fact that Sang Qing could easily suppress an SS-rank male meant that her mental strength had long surpassed hers; SS-rank...

No! SSS-level!
How could they grow up so fast!
"you!"

Phil, his eyes wide with fury, collapsed to the ground, his hair disheveled and his exquisite robes piled beneath him.

It's over, it's completely over!
Sang Qing watched all of this indifferently, without any pride or joy.

Sang Qing looked at Queen Phil, who was lying on the ground coughing up blood and unconscious, and knew that she didn't need to do anything herself.

I wonder if she ever regretted her decision.

She had no desire for power, and she was never suited to be an emperor.

People who are afraid of trouble and lazy are not born to be emperors.

She had no intention of causing so many casualties; those were people she had painstakingly saved.

But rather...

The tide has turned, and there's no need for weapons to be drawn; the outcome is already decided.

Suppression, decisive blow.

The mental pressure had lessened considerably, but no one dared to stand up. Apart from gasps and uncertain glances, the scene was deathly silent.

Sang Qing looked at Jun Xinyue beside her, her expression complicated.

“Darling, you shouldn’t be looking at me.”

Jun Xinyue's smile was absolutely beautiful.

She was female and of phoenix blood, so she was not suppressed by Sang Qing's spiritual power from beginning to end.

Dressed in a red palace gown, with red clothes and red hair, she was unparalleled in beauty.

Jun Xinyue's beauty is flamboyant and domineering, like the blinding sun, unforgettable at first glance.

A gentle breeze lifted the bells in her hair, creating a soft, melodious sound.

"In your pupils I glimpsed the sorrow that stretched across the distant mountains, while in my eyes I saw a suicide note with nowhere to hide. The moment I obeyed the Queen Mother's orders and plotted against you was the harsh winter that severed our relationship."

As her red dress swayed, Jun Xinyue bent down, picked up a broken sword from the ground, and her smile remained bright and captivating.

“You are the new emperor of the noble Beiyun Star, you should not hesitate.”

The broken sword fell to the ground, and Sang Qing stared blankly at the fallen crimson figure, unable to move an inch for a long time.

A surge of emotion coursed through her heart. Sang Qing closed her eyes, raised her hand, and calmly ordered, "Imprison the Empress and all the imperial consorts."

“Jun Xinyue…” Sang Qing paused.

"Buried in the imperial mausoleum."

The girl walked up the steps, turned around, and heard a chorus of voices coming from all directions—

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress!"

A sudden coolness fell on her cheek. Sang Qing reached out to touch it and was startled.

Snowing.