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“He’s in a better position than Chu Yihan. Beiling can’t take him down for the moment, but following your method, we poisoned his soldiers. Now half of his troops are paralyzed on the ground, unable to move. He’s been forced into retreat and is now not far from Yungui City.”

“They’ve all come,” Wu Dao said with a hint of excitement in his raspy voice.

He twirled his black-leather gloved wrist, and in his right hand, he held a white box with carvings Hong Lian had never seen before, so beautiful and unfamiliar.

Hong Lian had always been curious, “Pavilion Master, this box is very pretty, but what exactly is inside?”

Whenever Wu Dao was in the hall, he consistently held this box, but it seemed light as if it contained nothing.

“You shouldn’t ask about things that don’t concern you,” Wu Dao turned to Hong Lian with an implicit warning.

Unable to see his eyes, Hong Lian was still affected by his dark and oppressive aura, the air around them instantly tinged with gloominess.

She quickly knelt, “Yes, Pavilion Master, your subordinate was presumptuous!”

She was about to leave when Wu Dao suddenly murmured as if talking to himself, “The time has not yet come. In a few days, she will also arrive, and then this world will no longer be mine to enjoy alone.”

“She?”

Hong Lian dared not ask more, but she guessed that Wu Dao was planning to summon someone else from another world.

Just like Long Shuli, Rong Sheng, Han Yuwen, and Chu Yifeng, who he had brought before.

Each of them was a remarkable figure capable of dominating a nation on their own.

Although Hong Lian envied and resented them, she never thought about competing with these individuals.

She knew she couldn’t win, but Su Yingxue was already dead.

As the daughter of Long Shuli, winning against Su Yingxue was akin to beating the most formidable among them, Long Shuli, wasn’t it?

With this thought, she felt balanced again in her heart.

Three days later, outside Yungui City, both Chu Yihan and Qin Muyan were badly injured, driven into a corner by the troops of Han Yuwen and Beiling.

Han Yuwen, dressed in a sumptuously complex princess robe, stood at the forefront of the formation. She looked up proudly and smiled at Chu Yihan at the city gates, “Your Highness, you have no escape now. As long as you agree to spend the rest of your life serving me obediently, I promise I will ask my teacher to spare your life.”

Chu Yihan, covered in blood, was trembling as he held the Qing Frost Sword, yet even at his last breath, he did not lose his regal demeanor.

His eyes emitted a cold and bloodthirsty light as he slowly spat out three words, “Dream on!”

Han Yuwen angrily waved her sleeve, “You still won’t submit! Do I need to break your pride and make you kneel before me?”

She adored Chu Yihan’s unyielding spirit, which is why she was willing to give him a chance to serve her, but she couldn’t believe how ungrateful he was!

She scoffed, “Chu Yihan, even if you don’t submit to me, you’ll never have another woman in this lifetime. The man I like can only belong to me. Any woman that covets the man I desire has only one fate—death! Just like Su Yingxue.”

Han Yuwen laughed triumphantly.

There was nothing that made her happier than knowing that Su Yingxue had died at the hands of Wu Dao.

“You’re not worthy to mention her!”

With a roar of rage, a knife was thrown towards Han Yuwen.

Han Yuwen was startled; if not for Yun Dan deflecting the knife and falling injured, she would have been split in two by Qin Muyan’s blade.

Qin Muyan, also drenched in blood, exuded an even more magnificent heroic spirit, “Han Yuwen, if you have the courage, face me in a duel! Even though you’re a woman, I won’t hesitate to behead you and display it for all to see!”