119: Great revenge

The Emperor composed himself, suppressing the panic in his heart. His gaze shifted between Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

"Sirs... is there some misunderstanding? I believe I have never provoked either of you. Could it be that some of my unfilial sons offended you two in the Secret Realm?"

As he spoke, his hand, hanging by his side, quietly reached for the Dragon-patterned jade pendant at his waist. That was the core switch for the Imperial Palace's Formation. As long as spiritual energy was injected, the entire Imperial Palace's spiritual energy would condense into an impenetrable barrier.

At that point, even if the two were incredibly strong, it would buy him time to escape.

But his fingertips pressed repeatedly, yet the jade pendant remained silent, without even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. Cold sweat instantly slid down his temples, soaking the collar of his Dragon Robe.

On the distant palace wall, Gu Changge's gentle fanning motion paused slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"A broken Formation like yours, is it even worthy of being shown off?"

He flicked his finger, and an almost imperceptible spiritual energy shot through the air. A faint "crack" sound suddenly came from the ground beneath the Imperial Palace. The Formation runes hidden beneath the bricks instantly shattered, and the jade pendant at the Emperor's waist also cracked in response.

Seeing this, the Emperor's face drastically changed, and the last shred of confidence in his heart completely vanished.

"Misunderstanding?"

Xiao Ruobai had already seen all of this. He scoffed, twirling the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd in his palm. Golden Battle Qi sliced through the air, pointing directly at the Emperor's face.

"My father, Xiao Zhan, guarded the northern border for you for twenty years, only to end up with the crime of 'rebellion' and be hunted to death by your secret guards. Is this a misunderstanding?"

The Emperor's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You... you are Xiao Zhan's son? Xiao Ruobai?"

He had clearly ordered to eradicate the roots back then, so how could Xiao Ruobai have survived and grown to such a degree?

An Ying, listening from the side, felt a chill run through him. He finally understood why the two had stormed the palace. How could the blood feud of the Generals Mansion be resolved with a mere "misunderstanding"?

He subconsciously took another half-step back, even lowering his hand that had been on his hidden weapon. At this moment, he had only one thought: it's over, the Great Yan Dynasty Royal Family is completely finished.

Yan Hong and Yan Lie were also stunned. Although they had been in seclusion back then, they had heard of the Generals Mansion incident. They just hadn't expected Xiao Zhan's son to still be alive and to have become a powerful expert capable of contending with the Heavenly Human Realm.

The two exchanged glances, both seeing hesitation in each other's eyes — if they were to fight for the Royal Family's unjust case, they felt a flicker of wavering in their hearts.

The Emperor quickly recovered, forcing an ugly smile onto his face, his tone carrying an attempt to win them over.

"Nephew Xiao Ruobai, what happened back then... it was indeed I who listened to slanderous words and wronged General Xiao! I can compensate you. I will return the Generals Mansion's title to you, and the military power of the northern border will also be yours. As long as you are willing to stop, whatever you want, I can give you!"

He had lost all imperial dignity at this moment, his mind filled with how to save his life. Xiao Ruobai's demonstrated strength in the Secret Realm, coupled with the assistance of the fierce bird beside him, was something he absolutely couldn't contend with. Only by winning him over was there a glimmer of hope.

"Compensate?"

The killing intent in Xiao Ruobai's eyes grew even stronger, his golden Battle Qi surged, almost igniting the surrounding air.

"My parents' lives, the lives of over three hundred people in the Generals Mansion, what will you use to compensate for that?!"

Before his words finished, Xiao Ruobai suddenly thrust his halberd forward. Golden Battle Qi condensed into a ten-foot-long blade of light, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, directly slashing at the Emperor.

Fang Hanyu also moved at the same time, the Primordial Sword unsheathed, and Chaos Sword Qi, like a silver ribbon, entangled Yan Hong and Yan Lie.

The Emperor hastily activated his Heavenly Human Realm spiritual energy to resist, but the golden Battle Qi tore through his spiritual energy barrier like bamboo, slamming heavily into his chest.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a Dragon-coiled pillar in the main hall. A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining the golden Dragon patterns on the pillar.

He never expected that his cultivation, hidden for decades, would be so vulnerable before Xiao Ruobai.

The Emperor completely despaired, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees, his voice choked with sobs.

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have slaughtered your entire family! I will vindicate your Generals Mansion, I will give you military power, I will give you the Great Yan Dynasty, please spare my life!"

"Spare you?"

Xiao Ruobai suddenly raised his halberd, the tip pressing against the Emperor's throat. Golden Battle Qi cut through his skin, drawing beads of blood.

"When my father was dying, did you ever spare him? When everyone in the Generals Mansion lay in pools of blood, did you ever spare them?"

Killing intent surged in his eyes. He suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd pierced through the Emperor's throat, exiting from the back of his neck, carrying hot blood!

The Emperor's eyes were wide open, gurgling sounds came from his mouth, but he could no longer utter a single word. His body slumped softly onto the steps, his bright yellow Dragon Robe instantly soaked in blood.

At the same time, Fang Hanyu's Chaos Sword Qi had already broken through the defenses of Yan Hong and Yan Lie. The two aged figures fell to the ground in response, and the Heavenly Human Realm pressure completely dissipated.

Seeing that the tide had turned, An Ying turned to flee through a side door, but was targeted by the little black bird on Xiao Ruobai's shoulder. A golden light shot through the air, directly piercing his chest. An Ying didn't even have time to scream before he fell stiffly into the blood, his limbs twitching twice before falling silent.

Xiao Ruobai pulled out the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd, and a drop of blood from the tip fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

He looked up towards the depths of the Imperial Palace, where the cries and fleeing sounds of princes and princesses could be heard. There was no hesitation in his eyes — back then, they enjoyed the peace that the Generals Mansion had bought with their lives. Now, it was time to repay it.

The princes, princesses, and concubines of the inner palace were already in a chaotic mess. The First Prince dragged a guard's arm, rushing towards the palace gate, but was bounced back when he hit the light barrier set up by the little black bird, falling into a river of blood and unable to get up for a long time.

They tried every means to escape, but found that the entire Imperial Palace had long been sealed by an invisible barrier; not even a bird could fly out.

Xiao Ruobai raised his hand, and several sharp rays of golden Battle Qi suddenly split off, tearing through the air like scythes harvesting lives.

Screams rang out one after another, then quickly fell silent. Dozens more bodies soon lay on the palace path, and a small river of blood flowed down the steps towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony, staining the golden bricks within the hall.

Xiao Ruobai stood with his halberd lowered, looking at the sea of blood before him. The killing intent in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a hint of relief — Father, Mother, all the members of the Generals Mansion, Xiao Ruobai has avenged you.

At this moment, a faint rustling of clothes came from the distant palace wall. Gu Changge slowly walked down the city wall, his moon-white robe unstained by a single drop of blood. His gaze, as it fell upon Xiao Ruobai, carried a hint of gratification.

He watched his disciple grow from a disheveled youth on the run to the strong expert who could now personally settle a blood feud, and a subtle warmth, hard to detect, flashed in his eyes.

But the next second, Gu Changge's brow furrowed slightly. He lightly raised his fingertips, and several faint cyan spiritual energies shot through the air like streaks of light.

In just an instant, the Royal Family Bloodline scattered throughout the Great Yan Dynasty, whether they were princes holding military power, or collateral relatives with no influence, or even infants in swaddling clothes, all had their lives cut short by those spiritual energies.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no tragic scene of rivers of blood, but the last roots of the Great Yan Dynasty Royal Family were completely severed.

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