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Gong Jiu hid himself in the shadows of the house, gasping for breath to recover some of his strength and physical strength. Right now, the child in his arms was exceptionally quiet, as if he had already fallen asleep.

He put down the child in his hand. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat. He knew he had to escape as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would fall down before anyone could kill him.

"To think that I would have such a day as well! Little brat, Xian'er, if I were to escape, none of you would be able to escape from this duke's grasp!" Feng'er, is this child Feng'er's? "Is Feng'er safe now?"

Clenching his tongue tightly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on one knee, using his sword to support himself on the ground.

How many years had it been since he had knelt down? He could not remember. It was as if he had never knelt down before anyone ever since the previous emperor was alive.

The icy cold aura caused his skin to feel cold as he leaned forward and flipped his body over.

A shining sword stabbed out from the room behind him and silently stabbed into his body. Fortunately, he found out in time and did not receive any fatal injuries.

The moment his body flipped over, the sword in his hand flew behind him. When he came to a stop, the sword did not seem to have moved at all.

"Hmph …"

A muffled groan came from the room as the smell of blood floated in the air. A few women quickly flew out and surrounded Gong Jiujiu, using a suicidal move that didn't care for their lives.

Gong Jiu gave a cold smile and waved his sword. Like a dream or mist, it was impossible to find any traces of him. A few girls fell to the ground, lifeless. Gong Jiu retreated into the distance, and the ear-piercing sound of the crossbow once again rang out. The crossbows were like a dense rain, pouring down onto his body without the slightest gap.

Escape. His vision was already hazy and his feet were unsteady. His ghostly figure struggled among the crossbow arrows.

He had been hit by a few crossbow bolts, but fortunately, they were not in a fatal spot nor were they deep. The soft armor had blocked some of the deadly bolts, but he didn't know if he would be able to escape.

His body was hidden among the trees, and he dared not stop for nine days. His tongue had been bitten through, and his strength and consciousness were slowly fading away from his body.

The royal robe that used to be noble was covered in dark red bloodstains. A short wail came from the distance, and at the same time, the palace started to clean up.

In the gloomy imperial palace, there was a place where brilliant lights were lit up, and the palace looked towards the Nine Heavens Demesne.

Under the bright lights, there were two bright yellow figures. One was cold and handsome, and the other was slim and graceful.

"Fire Inverse Scale, Xian Er …"

Gong Jiu clenched the sword in his hand tightly, his eerie smile drawing a sinister arc on the corner of his mouth. He didn't go over, but instead pinched a few of his swords fiercely, then flew towards the direction of the palace wall at his fastest speed.

A faint mist rose and a bizarre smell drifted in the air. Layers of people surrounded the area from all directions.

"Your highness is tired, please rest here."

Wu De's figure appeared in the distance, staring at Gong Jiu with cold eyes. A group of men in black clothes rushed over, quietly blending into the darkness.

Gong Jiu's body jerked before falling to the ground on one knee. As he panted miserably, his vision blackened. The dizziness and the numbing pain from the wound caused him to be unable to even hold the sword in his hand steadily.

A cold light flashed, and a few more wounds appeared on Gong Jiu's body. However, half of a team of black-clothed men fell to the ground as well.

The sword in his hand could no longer be held tightly, and his eyes stared wide, but he could see nothing. Gong Jiu's heart sank. He knew that he had lost. He would never have the chance to escape the Imperial Palace again.

With a flip of his hand, he grabbed the blade of the sword. The cold blade deeply embedded itself into his palm, stabbing a few times into his own body, causing him to remain conscious due to the intense pain.

A fiery red figure appeared not far away, its cold eyes looking down on him.

"Royal father, go ahead and rest in peace. You have been tired for so many years. You should rest well. As long as you put down the sword in your hand and give up, I will not harm you. "

"Your majesty, this is a good plan. Your majesty has won."

Gong Jiu raised his head, his handsome face was expressionless, and his sinister eyes stared at the reverse scale of fire.

"How is Feng Er?"

"The empress had a difficult birth and gave birth to a dead child, so she died!"

Gong Jiu's hand was deeply embedded in the ground and his heart was violently beating up and down. He wanted to clearly see the reverse scale's face, but it was only faintly discernible. His eyes were sometimes dark and sometimes blurry.

"Are you going to give up your life, or are you going to leave? "I can give you a choice. On account of your past achievements, I'll keep you alive."

"Haha …"

Gong Jiu let out a low laugh, but now, he no longer had the strength to laugh. "A great man is born with joy, and he died without fear. If I cannot live with dignity, then I shall die with dignity. I know that for many years, the Emperor has been wanting to kill me.

Gong Jiu lowered his head deeply and propped himself up on the ground with his hands. He felt that he no longer had the strength and ability to hold on. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the reverse scale of fire.

"This subject asks that Your Majesty personally send this subject on his way. This is this subject's only request. The emperor is a hero, so this subject has no regrets in dying in the hands of the emperor."

"Father, we will respectfully send you on your way as you wish."

He took the bow and arrows from a guard beside him and nocked an arrow at the heart of the palace.

"Don't …"

Ji Tian Ning ran over with a worried look as she looked at Gong Jiujiu, "Royal father, why are you so determined to die? I've already told the emperor that we can't harm Royal father's life."

"I don't have any more time left. A warrior can be killed but not humiliated. Ning'er, you won't understand. Your majesty, please send me on my way!"

The Fire Reversal Scale let go and the arrow pierced deeply into the heart of Gong Jiu. Gong Jiu leaned forward and the arrow came out from the back of Gong Jiu's body. Dark red blood dyed the grass red.

Ji Tian Ning's body swayed slightly. The reverse scale extended its arm, supporting Ji Tian Ning's delicate body.

"To establish a nation through the birth of a mighty army, the Ghost Army of Death shall also be king. Since ancient times, famous generals were like beauties, forbidding the mortal world from seeing the white hair. Father, I know that you would rather die tragically than live sorrowfully. It is my wishful thinking. Please rest assured Father, I will bury Father on the mountain and look down upon the land. "

Ji Tian Ning slowly walked to the front of Gong Jiu and knelt down to kowtow. She understood Gong Jiu's intentions, but she still held onto a glimmer of hope that she could save Gong Jiu's life. At this moment, she finally understood that if she wanted to let Gong Jiu live as lowly as he was, she might as well let him die.

Huo Ni Lin slowly turned around. "Wu De, send the Empress back to the palace. Clean up the area and seal off the news."

"Understood."

Wu De stepped forward to help Ji Tian Ning up. "Empress, it would be inconvenient for you to return to the palace to rest."

Ji Tian Ning felt a wave of disgust. The blood aura in her body made her feel extremely uncomfortable. With the support of Wu De, she left, turning her head dejectedly to look at Gong Jiu one last time.

"Fire Reversal Scale, be careful!"

Gong Jiu's corpse suddenly bounced up from the ground. The sword in his hand was as fast as lightning as it stabbed towards the reverse scale of fire that was turned around.

Ji Tian Ning turned around to see Gong Jiu raising his head, his blood-red eyes were like that of evil spirits. She exclaimed in shock. Gong Jiu moved as fast as a ghost, leaving behind an afterimage as he appeared in front of the reverse scale.

Everyone was caught off guard and froze on the spot. When Huo Ni Lin heard Ji Tian Ning's scream, he hastily dodged to the side and drew out his sword.

No one saw the sword, as if the Nine Heavens Palace had never moved, or as if it was just an illusion. When everyone came to, there were already three people lying on the ground. One was the Nine Heavens Palace, while the other two were hidden guards dressed in black.

Huo Ni Lin covered his heart and retreated. Wu De flew to Huo Ni Lin's side and grabbed his hand.

"Your Majesty …"

Blood continuously flowed out from the heart of the reverse fire scale, and the red royal robe became even more dazzling.

"Your Majesty …"

"Cough, cough …"

The reverse fire scale coughed, blood continuously gushing out from his chest, his face instantly turning pale.

Ji Tian Ning hastily walked over, took out a few silver needles, and pierced them into the reverse fire scale's chest through his clothes.

"Wu De, send the emperor to my place."

Everyone was flustered. Ji Tian Ning looked at Wu De. "Follow me and send people to deal with this matter."

After returning to the Tianning Palace, Ji Tian Ning had someone deliver the reverse scale to the newly modified operation room. The crystal light was hanging high in the air, and all kinds of medical instruments were placed to the left and right of it.

Ji Tian Ning used a pair of scissors to cut the dragon robe on the reverse scale to check its injuries. At this moment, the reverse scale had already been drugged by her and passed out.

"Empress, how is the emperor's injury?"

"You don't need to care about this. Go and report to the Empress Dowager. She will tell you what to do."

"Yes, your servant will take his leave."

"Reporting to the empress dowager, side by side, the emperor is wounded."

The empress dowager was shocked. "How is the emperor injured? How are your injuries? "

"Reporting to the empress dowager, the Shoulder Emperor is begging for death. The emperor's arrow shot into the chest of the Shoulder Emperor, piercing through his back from the front. At that time, everyone thought that Prince Shoulder was dead for sure, but who knew that after a while, he suddenly went on a rampage to assassinate the Emperor and stab him. "

"How is the emperor right now? This won't do, This Dowager needs to see the Emperor's injuries. "

Wu De walked in. "This servant greets the empress dowager. The emperor has already been sent to the palace to be treated. Please do not worry, empress dowager, and give orders to settle all matters as soon as possible."

"Is the emperor's injury serious?"

"Two imperial bodyguards blocked him for a bit, so it shouldn't be too serious. With the Empress, he should be fine." Now that the situation is serious, we ask the empress dowager to take care of the affairs of state first. "

The empress dowager suppressed the worries in her heart. She also knew that she had to take care of all the matters first, and clean up the trusted aides of the Shoulder King. The most important thing was how to deal with the elite soldiers brought back by the Shoulder King. If there was anything strange about those elite soldiers, it would definitely lead to chaos in the ancestral dragons and chaos in the Southern Champion City.

"Have Han Xing lead troops to surround the horse and horse of the King, and order them to put down their weapons with the edict of the Emperor. As long as they do not move, there is no need to make things difficult for them.

"I am here to see you, my Lord."

"Understood!"