My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Deal with that demon for me!"

"Save him! I want him executed by slow slicing!"

Li Shimin's eyes were bloodshot, and his Emperor's Sword was pointed directly at the flesh-and-blood evil cultivator in the ruins, who looked like a demon.

The roar of the Tang emperor resounded loudly in the backyard of the Prince of Qin's mansion.

Before he could finish speaking...

Four towering figures, imbued with unparalleled killing intent, pounced on the evil cultivator like four tigers descending a mountain.

"Die!"

Cheng Yaojin let out a deafening roar.

He didn't even take a weapon; he just swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag.

The Xuanwu Inner Strength, which he had just mastered, circulated wildly within his body, his fist tearing through the air and emitting a dull, teeth-grinding sonic boom.

Qin Qiong, Yuchi Gong, and Li Jing, from three different directions, blocked all the escape routes for the evil cultivators.

Crown Prince Li Chengqian's eyes were blazing with fury.

He drew the horizontal sword from his waist, the blade coated with wisps of internal energy, its light as white as snow, and slashed straight at the evil cultivator's neck.

The evil cultivator had already been struck by Li Chen's Purple Gold Palm Thunder, his sternum collapsed, and almost half of his internal organs were shattered; he was already at his last gasp.

But after all, he was a monster who cultivated by devouring tens of thousands of living beings.

Even a cornered beast will fight back, and its ferocity is extraordinary.

"A bunch of mere mortals dare to try and kill me!"

The evil cultivator let out a shrill roar that was not human, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of thick, black blood.

In an instant, a dense, impenetrable crimson blood mist spread wildly from his center.

The blood mist carried a terrifying corrosive power.

The surrounding bluestone slabs hissed as soon as they came into contact with the mist, becoming pitted and corroded, and emitting pungent white smoke.

"Be careful, it might be poisonous!" Li Jing shouted.

The group immediately held their breath.

But the evil cultivator's methods went far beyond that. His pale eyes suddenly widened, and an invisible soul shriek, like countless steel needles, pierced the minds of everyone.

"Buzz!"

Cheng Yaojin and the others felt a sharp pain in their heads, and their movements involuntarily slowed down by half a beat.

but.

Who are they?

They were unparalleled fierce generals of the Tang Dynasty, who had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and armies of thousands of horses! Their will had long been tempered by the murderous aura of thousands of troops, making it as firm as a rock!

This sting to the soul could not deter their determination to kill.

"Break it for me!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Cheng Yaojin advanced instead of retreating.

That violent Xuanwu internal force, through the blood mist, struck the evil cultivator's left shoulder solidly.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the evil cultivator's left arm went limp and hung down.

Qin Qiong's golden mace followed closely behind, slamming hard into the evil cultivator's right knee, forcing him to his knees.

Yuchi Gong kicked the evil cultivator in the back, pinning him firmly to the muddy ground.

Li Chengqian stepped forward, the cold blade pressed against the evil cultivator's neck, drawing blood.

The battle ended in just a few breaths.

Although the dukes were also stained with some blood mist and their skin was corroded with several bloody marks, these minor injuries were nothing compared to capturing the monster alive.

Li Shimin, carrying the Emperor's Sword, strode up to the heretical cultivator.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

"explain."

Li Shimin pressed the tip of his sword against the evil cultivator's throat, his voice as cold as the chilling wind blowing from the deepest hell.

"Where is the King of Qin? And what happened to all this blood?"

The heretical cultivator was pinned to the ground, blood and foam continuously gushing from his mouth.

Looking at these murderous mortals before him, knowing he was doomed to die today, he let out a chilling, bitter laugh.

"Heh heh heh... The Prince of Qin of the Tang Dynasty? He's already dead!"

The evil cultivator's eyes were filled with madness and resentment.

"I am here on the orders of the Cui family of Boling and the Lu family of Fanyang to take his dog's life!"

"The Cui and Lu families provided me with the flesh and blood of ten thousand lowly commoners, and my divine skill has reached its peak! I personally witnessed his entire body being enveloped in silver-gray light and swallowed by a pitch-black void rift!"

"He was caught in a spatial turbulence and shattered to pieces! Hahahaha!"

This statement came out.

Everyone present was struck dumb.

Empress Zhangsun's legs went weak and she almost fainted, but the palace maids behind her held her up tightly.

Although the little girl didn't understand much, she was terrified when she saw the blood all over the ground and her mother's pale face, and she burst into tears.

The Cui family! The Lu family!

The lives of ten thousand civilians! A void rift!

Li Shimin's hand holding the sword trembled violently.

Looking at the shredded blue cloth strips on the ground and the horrifying pools of blood, he felt as if his heart had been crushed by an invisible hand.

"No...it's impossible..."

Li Chengqian's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his hand gripping the knife were bulging. He wished he could chop off the monster's head with one stroke.

Just as everyone was plunged into extreme grief and despair.

Princess Chang Le, who had been standing at the back of the crowd, suddenly stepped forward.

She did not cry.

Those clear eyes gleamed with an unusually calm, icy blue light.

She walked to the pile of rags and bloodstains, squatted down, carefully examined the traces of dirt around her, and then closed her eyes to carefully sense the residual spiritual energy fluctuations in the air.

Over the past month, Chang Le has thoroughly examined almost all the cultivation manuals that he seized from the Guiyuan Sect.

Her knowledge far surpassed that of everyone present.

After a while.

Chang Le stood up and exhaled a long breath of stale air.

"Father, Mother, my sixteenth brother is not dead."

Chang Le's voice was clear and firm, like a stabilizing force, instantly calming everyone's panicked minds.

"Lizhi, what did you say?" Li Shimin turned his head sharply, his eyes blazing with intense hope.

Chang Le pointed to the marks on the ground and analyzed them clearly.

"Just now, this demon said that the sixteenth brother was enveloped in a layer of silver-gray light and was eventually swallowed by the void rift."

"Your Majesty, I have read in ancient texts that silver-gray spiritual energy represents the supreme 'Law of Space' in the cultivation world!"

A hint of shock flashed in Chang Le's eyes. "Sixteenth Brother was acting mysteriously yesterday. Perhaps some opportunity has given him spatial abilities."

"The clothes are torn, which means that the power to tear space is not yet fully controlled."

Chang Le walked up to the evil cultivator and looked at him coldly.

"This demon's sneak attack did not harm the sixteenth brother's core, but the soul impact caused the sixteenth brother's spatial teleportation to lose control for a moment, resulting in a chaotic coordinate system."

"The sixteenth brother was probably just teleported away, but we don't know where he is."