His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Bang!"

Above the pitch-black sky, a streak of light shot straight up into the heavens and exploded with a deafening roar.

It wasn't the monotonous red and white of ordinary fireworks, but a riot of colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—that filled the sky, cascading down like a waterfall and illuminating the entire palace.

Then, the second one, the third one...

Countless fireworks rose into the sky in succession, some red like fire, some gold like the sunset, some purple like a dream, and some blue like the sea.

Some are like thousands of trees in full bloom at the same time.

Some of them resemble the Milky Way hanging upside down and cascading down.

Some of them soar across the sky like a phoenix spreading its wings.

Some are like ten thousand horses galloping and shattering the stars.

Cluster after cluster, round after round, they burned continuously for several hours.

The firelight illuminated half of the foggy city, dazzling and magnificent.

The east wind at night releases a thousand trees of flowers, and blows down stars like rain; even this magnificent scene cannot compare.

Everyone inside the hall had already risen, standing and gazing intently, their hearts filled with awe and their eyes filled with wonder…

"flower……"

Mo Sangwan was the first to exclaim, jumping up from her chair and tugging at Ya Zi's sleeve, bouncing and leaping, "Brother Ya Zi, look! It's a flower, so beautiful!"

Ya Zi looked up at the fireworks filling the sky, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes reflecting the shimmering light.

Yan Qing's mouth was agape, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

"This...this...my God..."

Yuan Zhao dropped the wine cup in his hand to the ground, but he didn't bother to pick it up. He just stared blankly at the sky.

"My goodness..."

Han Xiao didn't speak, and seemed somewhat stunned as well.

Even Gu Jinzhi, Luo Ming, and Lu Jin, all grown men, were dumbfounded.

Wen Zhixia's gentle brows were filled with emotion.

Suddenly, her eyes met Gu Jinzhi's. The two of them were unknowingly very close. Gu Jinzhi's little finger under his sleeve quietly hooked hers, a light touch that seemed almost imperceptible.

Feng Xingyu held Mo Sangyu's waist, his red eyes shimmering as he gazed at the dazzling sky and at the person beside him.

So this was what Ayu had prepared for them—a magnificent sight unlike any other in the world…

outside the palace.

The people of Chongqing were already amazed by this spectacular sight, and they flocked to the streets, looking up to see what was happening. The crowds were huge, and the cheers were deafening.

The people looked up in amazement.

"My God! What kind of fireworks are those? They're so beautiful!"

"The fireworks we've seen in previous years were just scattered sparks; nothing compares to this vibrant, colorful, and breathtaking display!"

"Yes, the colors are so beautiful, the shape is so exquisite, when it explodes it looks like stars, like flowers, like dragons and phoenixes, something I've never heard of or seen before."

"It must be His Majesty and His Majesty's and Her Majesty's boundless blessings that have brought about this magnificent spectacle, protecting our Great Chen Dynasty and ensuring its peace and prosperity year after year!"

"These fireworks are no ordinary things; they must be divine creations!"

The city's residents gazed up at the night sky, their laughter and cheers echoing through the streets and alleys.

No one knew where the fireworks came from; all they knew was that the night was filled with dazzling fireworks, the most breathtaking and unforgettable New Year's Eve spectacle they had ever witnessed.

The hall remained warm, and fireworks continued to light up the sky.

Looking at the joyous scene of reunion before him, Mo Sangyu's usually cold and aloof expression softened.

Snowflakes started falling from the sky again.

Like goose feathers fluttering down.

Fireworks illuminate the snow, making the world seem gentle.

The dazzling fireworks and the softly falling snow complemented each other, the plum blossoms in the courtyard looked like snow, and the fireworks were like stars, creating a dreamlike and beautiful scene.

however.

Just as the family was enjoying their time together, Mo Sangyu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

A strange fluctuation emanated from the air.

wrong!

There had been a slight unusual noise earlier, but it was masked by the explosions of fireworks and the laughter that filled the courtyard.

Clearly, Feng Xingyu also noticed the anomaly. He exchanged a glance with Mo Sangyu, and both of their expressions became serious.

coming!

Oh shit!

Why did they have to come at this time of year?

"Jinzhi".

Feng Xingyu made a decisive decision, his voice stern and cold: "Immediately, lead everyone to evacuate! Everyone, get into Chonghua Palace!"

"In Chonghua Hall, there is a protective barrier set up by Ayu to ensure everyone's safety."

too suddenly.

No one had any idea what was going on.

Even Gu Jinzhi was stunned for several moments before he suddenly realized what was happening. His expression changed, and he immediately grabbed Wen Zhixia's wrist, shouting loudly, "Everyone, to Chonghua Palace, quick!"

Those who knew the inside story quickly understood, and their faces darkened.

Yan Qing instinctively tried to rush over, but Gu Jinzhi grabbed him.

"Go, don't cause trouble!"

Gu Jinzhi's voice trembled, but his actions were unwavering.

He grabbed Wen Zhixia, pushed Yan Qing and Feng Mian, and led all the bewildered officials and their families, quickly running towards Chonghua Palace.

At first, it was a complete mess.

But not long after, Yuan Zhao, Han Xiao, and Lu Jin ordered the Imperial Guards to take control of the scene, and in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everyone was safely evacuated.

At the same time, Ya Zi protected Mo Sang Wan and they safely entered Chonghua Palace.

"Granny, take good care of Miss Wan."

He handed Mo Sangwan over to Granny Yu and then turned to leave.

Gu Jinzhi was focused on the others and didn't notice Ya Zi. By the time he realized it, Ya Zi had already disappeared.

outside.

Only Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu remained in the pavilion and the square.

Two thousand imperial guards remained standing far behind them, not having retreated.

Before long, Yuan Zhao, Han Xiao, Yan Qing, and Lu Jin all came out.

But they still obeyed military orders, and none of them stepped forward without authorization.

night sky.

A flash of purple light appeared.

The next instant, a figure suddenly appeared.

It's a woman.

She hovered in mid-air, her purple eyes were eerie, her long hair flowed like a waterfall, and a faint halo surrounded her.

Behind them, a pair of enormous wings slowly flapped, each feather gleaming with a ghostly purple light.

Depend on.

Is this... a human or a demon?

The Imperial Guards and Yan Qing all gasped in shock.

Purple eyes?

Mo Sangyu's eyes flickered slightly. It seemed that Cloud City was indeed an interesting place.

Feng Xingyu's expression remained calm, as if he wasn't particularly surprised.

The woman with purple eyes fixed her gaze on Feng Xingyu, on his red eyes.

"I'm so glad to finally see you."

Her voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Such good-looking people, what a pity."

Upon hearing her words, neither Feng Xingyu nor Mo Sangyu paid any attention to her.

Only one person?

wrong.

Mo Sangyu spread out his spiritual sense and instantly detected the auras of more than a dozen people.

Where are these people hiding? We can't see them at all.

"Be careful!"

Before Mo Sangyu could finish speaking, Feng Xingyu had already moved.

It's not about dodging, it's about facing it head-on.

The sword light was like a rainbow, slashing straight towards that void.

"clang!"

A deafening crash of metal colliding shattered the silence, sending sparks flying.

A figure was forced to reveal itself.

He was dressed in black, with blue eyes, and the short blade in his hand gleamed coldly.

Blue eyes!

Good heavens, blue eyes, purple eyes, blue eyes...

Mo Sangyu showed no fear on her face; instead, she became excited.

The man was clearly not expected to be discovered, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

But the shock lasted only a moment before his figure disappeared again.

Mo Sangyu's soul consciousness locked onto that aura, and a cold smile curled her red lips: "Invisibility Technique."

She raised her hand, and a stream of dark blue spiritual energy shot out, disappearing straight into the void.

A muffled groan was heard.

The figure reappeared, staggering backward, a charred wound now visible on its chest.

"Invisibility?"

Feng Xingyu frowned: "What kind of monsters and demons are they?"

"There are quite a few of them, and they've all disappeared."

Mo Sangyu offered a reminder, and as soon as he finished speaking, the air suddenly distorted.

A dozen invisible killing intents erupted simultaneously.

Feng Xingyu's sword light wove into a dense net, protecting the two of them.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sounds of metal clashing were as dense as rain, and sparks exploded in the void, forcing the three figures to briefly appear and then quickly disappear.

However, several attacks still managed to penetrate the sword net.

Feng Xingyu turned to the side, and a strand of his hair was cut off, falling onto the snow.

Mo Sangyu spun around, and a tear appeared in the hem of her robe, revealing the dark silver patterns underneath.

The two stood back to back, their breathing steady.

The woman with purple eyes hovered in mid-air, watching with great interest. Suddenly, she said to those below, "Yun Chen, aren't you going to make a move?"

A powerful sword aura struck, which Feng Xingyu blocked with his sword.

The deafening roar and the surging air shook the snow off the ground, sending it flying everywhere.

However, the sword energy disappeared, and they didn't see even a single person.

That last attack was just a feint; the person appeared behind Mo Sangyu the next second.

He's too fast.

Just as Mo Sangyu's soul sense detected the fluctuation, the short blade was already close to the back of her neck.

She turned to the side, and the short blade grazed her arm.

Her sleeve was ripped open, revealing a faint bloodstain on her fair arm.

It was just a minor cut.

But Feng Xingyu, standing beside him, had his sleeves instantly soaked in blood.

The wound that had only grazed Mo Sangyu's skin was so deep that bone was visible on his body, and blood dripped from his fingertips, blooming like red plum blossoms on the snow.

"How could this happen?"

The woman with purple eyes was somewhat surprised to see this: "Damage transfer?"

She stared at Mo Sangyu, her purple eyes burning with intense light, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"This is so interesting; I've never seen this ability before."

She raised her hand and pointed at Mo Sangyu: "Yun Chen, have your men attack her. Kill this woman, and they'll all be dead."

Instantly, his killing intent surged.

More than ten invisible figures locked onto Mo Sangyu, and silent blades stabbed fiercely from all directions.

Without warning or sound, the killing intent permeated every inch of the air.

Feng Xingyu's red eyes suddenly darkened. Ignoring the deep, bone-revealing wound on his arm, he swung his longsword horizontally, his true energy carrying overwhelming ferocity, weaving a thick barrier to firmly protect Mo Sangyu behind him.

Mo Sangyu is looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

They couldn't see anyone, and the speed was too fast, leaving them in a very passive position.

The crisp sound of sharp blades slicing through the barrier was continuous, making one's eardrums ache.

The invisible figure moved with ghostly speed, leaving no trace. Each strike was faster than the last, aimed directly at Mo Sangyu's vitals.

Meanwhile, Feng Xingyu was also being pestered by another person.

This person is clearly much more powerful than the others; he is probably the leader of those blue-eyed, invisible people.

The woman suspended in mid-air has purple eyes and, although she has wings, she cannot become invisible.

Therefore, her abilities are completely different from those of the Blue-Eyed Invisible Man.

She hasn't made a move yet.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu were forced into a passive position, retreating step by step.

Feng Xingyu's arm wound reopened, and blood flowed more and more, staining the longsword in his palm red, but he did not retreat even half a step, stubbornly withstanding all the attacks.

Mo Sangyu spread out his soul sense with all his might, keeping a close eye on the invisible aura filling the sky, but there were too many of them, and it was impossible to defend against them after they went into hiding.

Moments later, another sharp blade pierced through the defenses and grazed Mo Sangyu's side.

A tiny wound appeared, and in an instant, a deep gash burst open in Feng Xingyu's waist and abdomen, staining his black robe with blood.

"Ayu!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, his red eyes filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity, a mixture of heartache and rage.

Even a mere two points of damage filled him with anxiety.

Upon seeing this, the woman with purple eyes laughed even more wildly: "So beautiful."

She murmured, "I like this kind of bond."

She raised her hand, and purple light gathered in her palm.

"Let me see you off."

With that, she teleported and appeared before Mo Sangyu in the blink of an eye.

The palm strike, carrying the force of tearing space, slammed directly onto Mo Sangyu's head.

It turns out she also knows how to teleport.

Mo Sangyu's thin lips suddenly curled into a strange smile, his cold eyes hardened with a chilling light, and his spiritual power erupted, a surge of energy blocking the purple-eyed woman's palm strike.

Heaven and earth create all things, and all things can be weapons.

With a flick of her wrist, she instantly transformed the falling snowflakes into countless icy blades, sharp and piercing, by her spiritual power.

With a wave of his hand, ice blades rained down, shooting wildly into all directions of the void.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The invisible figure was pierced by the ice blades one after another, and revealed itself with a muffled groan, its blue eyes filled with horror.

They can hide and avoid being seen, but they can't escape the omnipresent ice blades.

Mo Sangyu's eyes turned cold and sharp, and he urged his spiritual power on again.

The bricks and stones beneath their feet burst forth from the ground, transforming into boulders that crashed down in all directions.

The plum blossoms beside them were drawn by spiritual power, their petals like knives, tearing through everyone's clothes and skin.

Even the embers of fireworks in mid-air were condensed into fire arrows by her to scorch the enemy's body.

In truth, everything is a blade, and heaven and earth are weapons.

Yun Chen, who was invisible, realized that he could not dodge Mo Sangyu's indiscriminate attacks. In shock and anger, he had no choice but to fly away first, while more than half of the people he brought with him were killed or injured in an instant.

What's wrong with this woman?

That's incredible!

The woman with purple eyes also changed her expression, immediately abandoning her playful thoughts and no longer daring to underestimate her opponent.

"A swift and decisive victory!"

She teleported again, intending to launch a sneak attack from behind.

Without turning his head, Mo Sangyu conjured a long whip in his hand, the whip crackling with lightning power, and swung it through the air.

The long whip pierced the air, precisely wrapping around the purple-eyed woman's wings, and pulled hard.

"what!"

The woman with purple eyes cried out in pain as her teleportation was interrupted, and she crashed heavily to the ground from mid-air.

The situation, in which they had been on the defensive, was reversed in an instant.

Mo Sangyu stood amidst the wind and snow, his clothes fluttering in the wind. With a wave of his hand, he could control everything as a blade, his power so formidable that it chilled people to the bone.

She turned to look at Feng Xingyu, a defiant smile playing on her lips: "It's time for us to fight back."

As Feng Xingyu gazed at her dazzling appearance, a warm feeling welled up in his red eyes, while his fierce aura transformed into a sharp offensive.

"Beat a dog when it's down!"

The two stood side by side, one commanding all things, the other wielding a sword to defeat the enemy, their aura overwhelming the entire scene.

Yuan Zhao, Yan Qing, and the others watched with bloodshot eyes, gripping their weapons and wishing they could rush forward. Fortunately, Gu Jinzhi stopped them, otherwise they would have become a burden to them and distract them.

Seeing that they had finally gained the upper hand, everyone's anxiety subsided a little.

"Ayu."

Others may not know, but only Feng Xingyu knows.

Mo Sangyu's spiritual energy is being depleted too quickly; the battle must be ended as soon as possible.

He called out to Mo Sangyu once, and Mo Sangyu understood what he meant.

The two were about to attack from both sides. If they couldn't catch the invisible Yun Chen, they would catch this woman with purple eyes.

"Trying to arrest me?"

The woman with purple eyes realized their intentions. Despite being at a disadvantage, she showed disdain on her face: "You? You wouldn't be able to catch me even in your next life."

After she finished speaking, a shocking scene unfolded.