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At this moment, Qingning seemed to have seen that year, the year that Qin Huo was in high spirits, he was completely arrogant and disdainful towards all his opponents.

Her scourge, no matter where she went, would always have the ability to choke people to death with a single sentence.

Baili Jin, who was walking slowly, stopped in his tracks. The smile on his face faded in just a split-second.

In the blink of an eye, he regained his composure and spoke while walking away, "I've been waiting for you to decide the victor for a long time now!"

Baili Jin smiled slowly, his steps full of determination.

In the middle of the huge competition grounds, Qin Huo had a shallow smile in his eyes as he asked: "Is this king's nephew Xiao Yu safe and sound?"

Hearing his words, Baili Jin immediately stopped in his tracks. He was about to step onto the battling platform.

The gazes that fell upon this room seemed to ignite the light of gossip.

Hundred Li Jin Nian was about thirty years old. After losing her wife, she didn't marry again. It was mostly because her son, Baili Yu, was the legendary stepmother insulator.

"Duke Jin, this princess is already twenty years old, but I will never be someone's stepmother. You should give up!"

After picking out the culprit, Queen Yang whispered a few words into the ears of the Xiheng emperor. Her expression changed for a moment.

For a dignified Xiheng Grand Princess like her to marry someone else and be the successor was also a joke. If in the future she still had to raise her son, then wouldn't it be a joke for all the nations?!

The sudden change in direction of the wind was within his expectations.

Qin Huo looked at the person who was determined to win, and smiled lightly: "It's a pity, you are not qualified!"

Although his words were simple, it was enough to make one's heart and lungs burst.

The betrothed were filled with hope, and Baili Jin, who was able to suppress Qin Huo's arrogance, was immediately dejected.

In terms of martial arts, the two of them would not be able to determine the victor in a short period of time. Even if they were to lose later, it would not be a waste to see such an expert fight for a beauty.

Who knew that this Prince Rong, with just a few words, would be able to sever all thoughts of Baili Jin going up on stage.

"There's no rush. This King believes that there will be a day!"

Baili Jin paused for a moment, his steps suddenly turning.

He walked to the other side and reached out his hand to help lift Feng Yao, who had been lying lifeless on the ground for a long time.

He slowly walked back to his seat as if he had just arrived, his posture still not the least bit embarrassed.

Qin Huo did not say a word on the stage, obviously not taking these words to heart.

Baili Jin's actions were obviously no different from giving up. This caused everyone to be speechless.

Even the Eastern Blossom Prince was defeated in a few words. Who could compete with him in this round?

Within the silence of the entire area, Qin Huo's sleeves fluttered, as her pair of inky black eyes once again fell upon the layers of curtains.

Grand Princess and Prince Rong were clearly lovers, and deeply in love.

Just when everyone thought that the long list of things to do in Grand Princess would come to an end.

Yang Hao who was wearing the silver white soft armor stood up with a tense face, "emperor, there is still one more round to go!"

The suitor's eyes lit up once more as everyone in the hall broke into a flurry of discussion.

Just now, Yang Hao did not participate in Qin Muxu's provocation, so Baili Jin took the initiative to give up, and after a long time, only he and Qin Huo remained.

The Xiheng emperor waved his hand, "Go!"

Even if he knew that there was no chance of victory, he had to give this young general a chance to give up.

Young Marquis Qin shook his head and sighed, "You deserved your bad luck!"

He raised his hand and tossed the longsword over.

Yang Hao extended his hand out to receive it, and then flew up to the stage.

"It's a big deal!"

The Grand Princess on the Phoenix Arena frowned in anger. With a lift of his hands, a curtain was forcibly torn off. Fortunately, all the people below the stage were focused on the stage and no one had noticed it.

If not for Yang Hao adding another match at this time, her wedding banquet would have ended earlier.

Even if Yang Hao's performance on stage did not really affect the outcome, Qingning's gaze passed through the layers of curtains and landed on the martial arena.

The Flame Qi on her body was burning so hard it almost burned her to death.

Even though it was all in vain, he still couldn't shift his gaze away.

Perhaps after today, that calamity would be the husband of someone else. That tragic and laughable transaction relationship with her had also come to an end.

As the two sides faced each other, the silver light of the long sword was slowly being released from the scabbard. The young general's eyes were filled with the complicated look that he had shown to the person in front of him for so many years.

It was as if he was using all of his strength before finally being able to say "Prince Rong, please!"

Qin Huo maintained his position, he did not have any intention to fight, and his black pupils flashed with a cold light.

He said without any emotion, "You are not This King's match. Change it."

His tone was not one of discussion, and did not suppress others with strength. This was the attitude of a powerhouse looking down on all living beings, and was definitely not something an ordinary person could understand.

Even those princes and grandsons at the table knew that this was not an exaggeration, but a fact. They were still quite surprised to hear these words.

The young general's expression turned cold as he swung out the sword in his hand.

Precisely because Yang Hao was clear of Qin Huo's words, it was already a huge concession towards him.

But he definitely could not give up at this point. After pondering for a while, he opened his mouth and said …

"Then I invite Prince Rong to have a game of chess!"

When Yang Hao finished speaking, his young face was slightly flushed.

Because he knew that Qin Huo's martial arts were mysterious and strong, he did not use his laughable pride to reject this suggestion that was obviously beneficial to him.

If they won, it would be a lifetime of Yang Hao and Feng Changhua.

On the other hand, he could only look on helplessly as his beloved one spent her life with someone else.

At that moment, Yang Hao's decision was wise.

When had the plague ever had a weakness?

Qingning thought about it, and in the end, he still did not have any memories that could give her this answer.

The only impression he had was that the chess piece in the hands of that evil creature was only used to kill people, not to win people.

Thinking about it this way, perhaps, there was still a little chance of victory for him that Yang Hao had chosen.

The next moment, when he looked at the stage, that person's expression did not change and he said indifferently, "Fine!"

These two short words were unable to understand the profoundness behind them, but for no reason at all, it caused people's hearts to feel a sense of revulsion.

Before the crowd present could react, the match between the two of them had changed to a game of chess.

The emperor of the Xiheng waved his hand, indicating that there should already be an elder seated on the stage.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Huo sat down. Bai Ze's fingertip habitually held Mo Zi back as he leisurely said with a glint in his eyes, "General Yang, please enter first!"

This casual attitude caused Yang Hao to look at him and say stiffly: "Thank you, Prince Rong!"

He couldn't help but wonder if his actions were reasonable. But apart from martial arts, chess was the most praiseworthy thing for this young general.

He barely managed to calm his mind, seizing the initiative and dropping Bai Zi.

If he did not use the method that he used to win, he would give others a chance to fight. This was probably something that only the Prince Rong of Beiqin could do.

Those seated could not sit still and all stood up to watch the battle. At this point in time, the results of the written and martial tests were no longer that important.

Three steps away from the chessboard, it was quickly filled with suitors who seemed to have forgotten their purpose in coming here. All of their attention was focused on the chessboard.

Even though it wasn't personally done, the nervousness on his face was still better than ever.

For a moment, the audience was incomparably quiet.

The battle within the chessboard gradually began. Compared to the sword shadows and sword glints from before, this battle was much more exciting.

At this moment, there were layers of people on the martial arena's walls. Even if one's vision was good, they still wouldn't be able to clearly see what had happened in the chess game.

Feng Changhua who was by her side could no longer stand it, the grip on his hand loosened, and he clenched his fist again and again.