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"Return to the capital immediately! Nothing can be allowed to happen to His Majesty!"

Apart from Song Ziwei, the other four Golden Core Realm peak cultivators were completely flustered and, disregarding what Cui Yi had said, turned and ran away.

Song Ziwei stood there stunned for a moment, staring blankly into Cui Yi's eyes.

He suddenly remembered something from many years ago, when he was young and full of vigor, unwilling to be bound, and thought about overthrowing this corrupt dynasty.

But he didn't.

He chose to comply, chose loyalty, and chose to sink deeper and deeper into this murky water.

But this young man in front of me is truly daring.

Song Ziwei suddenly smiled, a smile that contained a hint of relief and an indescribable appreciation.

"Good lad, you win."

"Some people used to say that I was destined to be with you, and now it seems that they were absolutely right!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ziwei's figure transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards the capital!

Five streaks of light pierced the sky and vanished in an instant!

On the ruins, only the dumbfounded cultivators from the three sects and the equally stunned disciples of the Blood Robe Sect remained.

Cui Yi stood still, watching the five purple-robed figures rush madly toward the capital, his smile deepening.

Worry?

He's not worried at all now, and even feels a little amused.

He knew the Demon Suppression Division, a place he had once served, all too well.

The Demon Suppression Bureau only recognizes imperial power, not individuals.

These are the words of Song Ziwei himself, and they are also the ironclad rule that the Jingyao Division has upheld for hundreds of years.

Whoever sits on that dragon throne, as long as they possess the Imperial Seal, can mobilize the Imperial Guards, and can command the entire court to kneel in worship, will be able to achieve their goals.

Then he would be the emperor, and the Demon Suppression Bureau would be loyal to him.

Xiao Yuli planned for five years and laid out such a huge scheme, how could she not even understand this little thing?

What could those five peak Golden Core cultivators possibly change by rushing back in such a hurry?

When they return to the capital, all they will see is the new emperor's ascension to the throne and a general amnesty.

Now it was the turn of the three major demonic sects to be dumbfounded.

The imperial court, which they regarded as their savior, just left without looking back?

Are you going to leave them here, dump them on this killing machine?

The elders and disciples were all in disarray, especially the Seven Fiends Sect members. With their sect leader killed, what was the point of them staying?

Someone wants to run away.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw that Shen Qing and Su Zhi had somehow landed on the outer edge of the crowd, one on the left and one on the right, blocking all escape routes.

Normally, they wouldn't be afraid of two early-stage Golden Core cultivators.

But now that the court officials have fled, and of the four great Golden Core cultivators, one is dead and three are crippled, what can they use to fight these three?

Are you going to hit me with your head?

Cui Yi raised his sword slowly, the tip of which gradually pointed at the demonic sect disciples who had long since lost all will to fight.

"Who just killed Zhang Tie? Who killed my Blood Robe Sect disciple?!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough to reach everyone's ears.

A commotion broke out in the crowd, but no one dared to answer.

"You won't talk, huh? Then we'll die together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Yi moved!

Wait a moment, transform into a streak of light, and plunge straight into the crowd!

A flash of sword light! Blood splattered!

Screams of agony rose and fell!

Shen Qing and Su Zhi exchanged a glance and then attacked at the same time!

Three figures, like three sharp knives, pierced fiercely into the formation of nearly a thousand people!

Wherever they went, men and horses fell!

The other three sect leaders, who were at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, did not think of resisting. Instead, they all wished they could grow more wings so they could escape this damned place faster!

If they had the chance to choose again, they would never be so careless with their enemy; they would definitely use their power to kill this kid right away!

Forget about hidden cards or anything like that, just go all out!

But by this time, they had clearly missed the best opportunity to kill Cui Yi!

The leader of the Seven Fiends Sect has fallen, and the three of them have all suffered injuries of varying degrees. They cannot gamble on this battle!

Even if they fight to the death and destroy the Blood Robe Sect in the end, they won't be any better off!

……

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The capital of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Summon all officials to the palace!"

Civil and military officials filed in, and the Zichen Hall was resplendent with gold and jade.

Xiao Wu sat upright on the dragon throne, his gaze sweeping over the ministers who filed in, finally settling on the Prince of Zhenbei.

For some reason, a sense of unease suddenly arose in my heart.

He didn't know why he felt uneasy.

To eliminate any future trouble, he specifically ordered the five governors of the Demon Suppression Division to go out in full force to surround and kill that damned Cui Yi.

Even so, there are still 30,000 Imperial Guards and 300 Imperial Bodyguards in the capital, all of whom are at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, with more than 20 at the Core Formation stage.

Logically speaking, there should be no chance of anything going wrong.

But he just couldn't feel at ease.

Especially this morning, he suddenly remembered something: the Prince of Zhenbei did not claim to be ill today!

That old geezer actually came to court.

For the past few years, the Prince of Zhenbei has been citing illness and refusing to attend the morning court sessions every day. Why is it like this today...?

Before Xiao Wu could ponder further, a clear, cold female voice suddenly came from outside the hall!

"Your subject greets Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing this sound, all the civil and military officials in the hall were startled!

That's the Ninth Princess's voice!

Xiao Wu suddenly looked up at the palace gate!

A figure in pure white slowly walked into the Zichen Palace. It was none other than Xiao Yuli.

She wore an elegant moon-white dress, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her slightly protruding belly did not conceal her innate nobility.

She walked on, step by step, past the astonished civil and military officials in the hall, until she reached the dragon throne and looked up to meet Xiao Wu's gaze.

There was not a trace of awe in his eyes, only a kind of—heart-stopping calm!

Xiao Wu's expression completely changed!

As an emperor, he finally sensed a conspiracy among these coincidences.

His long-standing high position brought his suspicious nature to its extreme at this moment, with countless speculations constantly surfacing in his mind!

coincide!

It's all such a coincidence!

The people from the Demon Suppression Division had just left a few days ago, and now the Prince of Zhenbei, who hasn't attended the morning court session in recent years, has come here!

His own daughter, who rarely left her home and was the granddaughter of the Prince of Zhenbei, actually came to the palace without being summoned!

In the Great Yan Dynasty, neither princesses nor princes were qualified to attend the morning court session unless they received a special audience or held a specific official position.

Such a rebellious act could hardly help but arouse suspicion in his heart!

"Li'er! Do you know the crime of trespassing in the main hall?!"

"I will spare you this time, considering it is your first offense and the great contributions your maternal grandfather made to the court. Now, leave immediately!"

However, Xiao Yuli ignored these words and continued walking towards the main hall, her steps quickening instead of stopping.

When she was only a few meters away from the dragon throne, Xiao Yuli stopped. She didn't kneel, but instead slightly raised her belly and said loudly, "Your Majesty, I am pregnant. I beg you to appoint a consort!"

The moment these words were uttered, the entire hall erupted in uproar, with some even exclaiming in surprise!

Some people looked at Xiao Wu, waiting to see how he would deal with this audacious princess!