The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

The giant sea dragon soared through the air, its massive body obscuring the sky and casting a huge shadow on the ground.

Zhao Pojun stood atop the dragon's head with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three opposing forces in front of the palace with a smug smile on his lips.

"Gentlemen, how have you been?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Murong Hao raised his head and looked at the Flood Dragon, which was surrounded by black evil energy, with a livid expression.

"Zhao Pojun, how dare you attack the national guardian beast!"

"How could I dare not?"

Zhao Pojun interrupted him, raising his right hand with his fingers loosely clenched.

The Flood Dragon suddenly opened its massive maw and spewed a black, malevolent aura at the Imperial Guards behind Murong Hao!

The malevolent energy flowed down from the sky like a pitch-black river, distorting the air and corroding the ground wherever it passed, making a hissing sound.

"spread!"

Murong Hao roared and retreated rapidly.

The imperial guards scattered and fled, but dozens of them were unable to dodge in time and were swallowed up by the black aura.

Before they could even scream, their bodies were corroded by the evil energy, turning into a pool of black pus, leaving not even bones behind.

Murong Ye's expression also changed.

He originally thought Zhao Pojun was there to help him, but judging from his posture, it was clear that he intended to wipe everyone out.

"Zhao Pojun, have you gone mad? I am the Second Prince! Father will not let you get away with this!"

"His Majesty?"

Zhao Pojun laughed, a hysterical laugh.

"Your Majesty is in dire straits himself; how could he possibly care about you?"

He raised his hand, and the Sea-Turning Dragon opened its massive maw once more, this time aimed at the Second Prince's forces.

"No!"

Murong Ye's eyes widened in horror, and he turned his horse around to run away.

But the black aura arrived too quickly.

Murong Ye only had time to let out a scream before he was engulfed by the murderous aura, his entire body turning into a pool of black pus, leaving not even bones behind.

Most of his men were killed or wounded, and the rest scattered and fled, only to be crushed into mincemeat by the Turbulent Sea Dragon with a single claw.

Murong Yu stood at a distance, watching this scene, his face deathly pale.

He turned and ran, and his men fled in disarray.

Zhao Pojun watched his retreating figure and sneered.

"Run? Do you think you can escape?"

The Flood Dragon suddenly swooped down, its massive tail sweeping across, sending Murong Yu and his men flying.

Murong Yu tumbled several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up, but the giant claw of the raging sea dragon had already stepped down.

"don't want!!"

Click!

The sound of bones and flesh shattering echoed continuously.

Murong Yu's eyes widened, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a single word before he completely lost his life.

The second and third princes of the Great Qian Dynasty died so casually.

Murong Hao stared at the corpses of his two younger brothers, his expression complex.

Zhao Pojun stood atop the head of the Tengjiao Sea-Turning Dragon, looking down at him.

"Your Highness, it's your turn."

The sea dragon opened its massive jaws, aiming at Murong Hao.

Luo Hanyi flashed forward, blocking Murong Hao's path. Her Xuan Yin Whip danced in front of her, forming a dense, impenetrable black barrier.

"Your Highness, let's go quickly!"

"Walk?"

Zhao Pojun sneered.

"No one can leave."

Black malevolent energy spewed from the mouth of the Turbulent Sea Dragon, like a black flood, pouring down towards Luo Hanyi and Murong Hao.

Luo Hanyi gritted her teeth, her spiritual energy surging wildly within her body, and she wielded the Xuan Yin Whip even faster.

However, she had already consumed most of her spiritual power and was no match for the attack of the ninth-grade spirit beast.

The black aura burst through the whip curtain, and Luo Hanyi was thrown backward, spitting out blood as she crashed heavily to the ground.

Murong Hao was also struck by the evil energy and was sent flying, crashing into a broken stone pillar, blood gushing from his mouth.

His face was deathly pale, and there was a cave-in in his chest, clearly indicating that his ribs were broken.

"Your Highness!"

Luo Hanyi struggled to her feet, staggered to Murong Hao's side, and supported his shoulder.

Murong Hao leaned against her, panting heavily, blood constantly trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Madam Luo... I'm afraid I'm not going to make it..."

"Your Highness, please don't say such things!"

Murong Hao shook his head, took out a jade token from his pocket, and put it into Luo Hanyi's hand.

"This is... my token... take it... and take good care of Qing'er for me..."

"Your Highness!"

"Promise me..."

Murong Hao stared intently at her, his eyes filled with pleading.

Luo Hanyi gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Your Highness, I...accept your request."

Murong Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

"Your Highness!"

Murong Qing's voice came from afar.

She broke free from Wang Long's grasp, stumbled over, and rushed to Murong Hao's side.

"Brother! Brother, wake up! Don't scare me!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her hands trembled as she reached out to touch Murong Hao's face.

Murong Hao's fingers twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Qing'er...you've come..."

His voice was so weak it was almost inaudible.

"Brother... you'll be alright... I'll take you to the imperial physician..."

Murong Qing was about to help him up when he grabbed her hand.

"Qing'er... I heard from my brother..."

Murong Hao looked at her, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"My brother is dying... You must... live well... and watch over the land of the Great Qian for my brother..."

"No! Your Majesty, you'll be alright! You promised me you'd take me to Jiangnan to see the flowers! You can't go back on your word!"

Murong Hao looked at her, sobbing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with heartache and reluctance.

"Qing'er... I'm sorry... Royal Brother... I have to break my promise..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker, and his hand gradually loosened.

"Your Highness!"

Luo Hanyi caught him, took out a healing pill from her bosom, and put it into his mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, but Murong Hao's injuries were too severe, and the pill's potency was simply insufficient.

"Quickly, get His Highness away from here!"

Luo Hanyi raised her head and looked at Wang Long.

Wang Long nodded, bent down and carried Murong Hao on his back, then strode towards the depths of the palace.

Murong Qing pulled Luo Hanyi along behind him.

A raging dragon roared behind him, its black, malevolent energy constantly surging forth, corroding the palace floor and leaving it pitted and uneven.

Zhao Pojun stood atop the dragon's head, watching the fleeing figures of the others, a cat-and-mouse smile playing on his lips.

"Run! Run faster! I want to see where you can run to."

He didn't rush to chase after them, but instead followed slowly behind.

In his eyes, these people were already trapped and couldn't escape.

Wang Long carried Murong Hao through one palace gate after another.

He didn't know where to run, so he could only follow his instincts and keep going.

"Turn left."

Murong Qing's voice came from behind.

Wang Long turned left as instructed and entered a narrow passageway.

The passageway was flanked by high palace walls, with only a sliver of sky overhead.

"Turn left again."

"Turn right."

Go straight.

Murong Qing was very familiar with every part of the palace and led them through the maze-like palace complex.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, she stopped in front of what appeared to be an ordinary palace wall.

"This is the place, sir!"