99: Chapter 99 A casual gesture, a single halberd strike kills Lin Jiuxiao!

Lin Jiuxiao's entire body stiffened, and his scalp instantly went numb.

He turned his head mechanically.

He saw that in the distance.

Qin Yu was looking at him with a smile.

That gaze.

It was like a hunter.

Looking at a silly roe deer putting on a hard performance.

"Qin... Qin Yu!"

Lin Jiuxiao's teeth chattered.

But the last shred of dignity as a Saint Emperor still made him stiffen his neck and shout:

"I am the Great Yan Saint Emperor!"

"Favored by Destiny!"

"You dare touch me?!"

"The Heavenly Dao will surely..."

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish speaking.

Qin Yu scolded and interrupted him.

"Stop making a scene!"

"You're about to die, can't you come up with some fresh lines?"

"It's either 'you dare kill me' or 'destiny's decree'."

"Do you think This Divine Son buys that act?!"

Qin Yu shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

He flicked his hand casually.

Hum!

The world-ending halberd appeared in his hand.

On the tip of the halberd, black light flickered.

"Since there's nothing left to say."

"Then This Divine Son will save you the trouble."

Qin Yu flicked his wrist, the halberd pointing at Lin Jiuxiao from afar:

"Die!"

Swish!

Without any nonsense.

The black halberd transformed into a streak of black light that pierced through heaven and earth.

Fast!

Too fast!

So fast that Lin Jiuxiao didn't even have time to blink.

He only felt a chill between his eyebrows.

Immediately after.

The entire world spun and collapsed crazily before his eyes.

Pfft!

A soft, yet bone-chilling thud.

It was the sound of the halberd blade breaking through bone.

The immense impact force carried Lin Jiuxiao's body flying backward.

"No! I am unwilling!"

Lin Jiuxiao's eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Qin Yu.

The world-ending halberd had precisely pierced through the center of his eyebrows.

Nailing him to the sacrificial altar.

Fresh blood.

Dripped down the halberd shaft.

Staining the white divine jade steps red.

【Ding! Congratulations to the Host for killing the Child of Destiny, Lin Jiuxiao!】

【Stripping his Saint Emperor Body Origin, stripping successful!】

【The eternal night soul ruins banner is automatically absorbing his Divine Soul!】

【Due to the target's immense resentment upon death, the quality of the soul banner has slightly increased!】

【destiny points + 5 million!】

As the System notification faded.

Lin Jiuxiao turned into a shriveled husk.

His entire Saint Emperor Bloodline had been drained completely.

He departed very peacefully.

His emotions were also very stable.

The entire scene fell into an eerie silence once again.

The million-strong army that had been filled with Killing Intent.

Now had all their weapons dropping to the ground.

Looking at the Saint Emperor nailed to the high platform.

And the Dragon Clan Crown Prince who had been stripped of his tendons earlier.

The light in their eyes went out.

Two armies at war, and the commander-in-chief is dead?

Why the hell would they keep fighting!

Qin Yu couldn't be bothered to look at that group of defeated soldiers.

To him.

Opponents of this level.

Didn't even have the qualifications to make him raise his eyelids any further.

He turned around.

His gaze swept across the devastated plaza.

Past the trembling Dragon Clan Elders.

Finally.

Landing on one person.

That woman in a plain white palace dress, her face deathly pale.

Lin Cangyue.

Feeling Qin Yu's gaze.

Lin Cangyue's delicate body trembled violently.

That was the suppression from the Slave Seal deep within her Soul.

And also an instinctive fear.

"Come here."

Qin Yu beckoned to her.

The gesture was gentle, as if summoning a frightened kitten.

But in Lin Cangyue's eyes.

It was the whisper of a demon.

She dared not show the slightest hesitation.

She didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

She lifted her skirt.

Stepping through the dragon blood and mud covering the ground.

Walking step by step to Qin Yu.

"Master."

Lin Cangyue lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's.

She knelt down with a thud.

Completely devoid of the dignity of a princess.

"Look at you."

Qin Yu reached out and gently lifted her chin.

"Such a beautiful dress, all dirtied."

"Didn't I say?"

"Today is a big day for you."

"You should be happy."

Lin Cangyue was forced to look up, meeting those purple-gold eyes.

She felt afraid.

But also felt enchanted.

"Let's go."

"This Divine Son will take you to take back everything."

Qin Yu grabbed her wrist.

The movement was rough and domineering.

Leading her, step by step toward that chair.

The True Dragon Throne placed at the very top of the high platform.

That was a dragon chair truly crafted from Primordial Dragon bones.

Representing the supreme power of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Sit on it."

Qin Yu pointed to the chair that was still dripping blood.

His voice was calm.

But it carried an unquestionable tone.

Lin Cangyue looked at that chair.

That was the position she had dreamed of.

It was the Empress position she had thought about day and night.

But now.

It was covered in her brother's blood.

Even bits of flesh.

The stench was overwhelming.

"No!"

Lin Cangyue instinctively resisted, her legs weak.

"I told you to sit on it."

Qin Yu's voice turned a few degrees colder.

His palm exerted a slight force, making her wrist ache.

"This is a seat washed in Saint Emperor blood."

"It's still warm."

"Others wouldn't even be able to sit on it if they wanted to."

Lin Cangyue despaired.

She knew.

She had no choice.

In front of this man.

She could only obey.

Otherwise, the next one hanging on the halberd might be her.

She trembled and turned around.

Under the gaze of everyone.

Amidst countless pairs of terrified, shocked, and complex gazes.

She slowly sat down.

The warm blood soaked through her white gauze dress.

"That's a good girl."

Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction.

He stood beside the dragon chair.

One hand rested casually on the blood-stained back of the chair.

He leaned down.

And whispered in Lin Cangyue's ear:

"How does it feel? My Empress."

"Is it more thrilling than that fake one from last night?"

"More unforgettable?"

Hearing this, Lin Cangyue trembled violently.

Tears finally burst forth like a dam:

"Thank you, Master, for the reward."

"Good!"

"The Emperor is dead, and the Empress is established."

"Then next."

"It's time to talk about the delicacy."

Boom!

Qin Yu straightened his body.

The terrifying pressure of the Primordial Divine Demon Hegemon Body.

Was released without reservation once again, sweeping across the desolate lands.

He stood on the high platform.

Beside him was the restless Empress in blood-stained clothes.

Beneath his feet were the thousands of crawling living beings.

He pointed to the large black pots already boiling on the plaza:

"The water is boiling."

"Everyone."

"Please, get in the pot."

"Get in the pot?"

The Grand Elder of the Primordial Dragon Clan, his old face turned green and black.

He had lived for thousands of years.

What kind of storms hadn't he seen?

But to point at a 400,000-strong dragon-blood army, along with seventeen Peak Saints, and invite everyone to get in the pot.

This was the first time he had seen it.

This wasn't called an insult.

This was contempt.

In Qin Yu's eyes, this group of noble Dragon Clan members didn't even count as opponents.

At most, they were a pile of moving delicacies.

"Qin Yu!"

The Grand Elder's voice trembled, and he could barely hold the dragon spear in his hand.

"Don't go too far!"

"The Crown Prince has lost, we admit defeat!"

"Our clan will withdraw from the Great Yan Dynasty, let's just let this matter rest, okay?"

He had lost his nerve.

The Ninth Elder was slapped into a blood mist.

The Crown Prince had his dragon tendons ripped out alive.

This Grand Elder's courage had long since shattered into dust.

Still fight hard?

Fight with his life?