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Tang San still maintained his calm appearance, but it was Yun Xu who was stunned for a moment, "You've been poisoned?"

Only now did she notice that Tang San's face was a bit pale, and within his pale complexion was a thin layer of green. She could almost see the faint veins on his face, giving his already beautiful face a strange sense of beauty.

"It's alright, Uncle Li's blood had a little bit of it, so I got some." Tang San also did not open his eyes wide and directly admitted it. He gave a slight smile and said, "Just a little. I'll use my power to force it out later."

Yun Xu wanted to say something but hesitated, gently reaching out to grab his hand and clench it tightly.

"What does Your Majesty want?" Tang San held her tightly and turned around to face the direction of the rattlesnake's voice.

"It's nothing. His Majesty is tired of the haughty attitude of the Tang Palace. He wants us to take care of the Tang Palace." The rattlesnake answered faintly and slowly emerged from the darkness.

Yun Xu saw a dry old man in a black robe and black cloak. The brim of the cloak was low, pressed under his eyebrows, and the black robe was long, reaching above the ankles and almost level with the ground.

The shadow cast by the cloak also covered the only part of his nose that was exposed. It reminded Yun Xu of the story his mother told him when he was young and he was disobedient. In the story, anyone who died would be brought to a place called a region by an old man whose body was completely black.

Over there, you couldn't even see your fingers …

Just like tonight.

Tonight, the little fishing village was eerily quiet.

Not to mention human voices, even the barking of dogs and cicadas could not be heard.

Yun Meng's heart went cold as he subconsciously asked Tang San, "Is he a human or a ghost?"

"It's a human, but his name is Old Devil." Tang San lowered his head and whispered a reply into her ear. Then he let go of her and pushed her to the side, moving his hand to a silver belt at her waist.

However, when he pulled it out, he realized that it was actually a flexible sword.

A silver sword that shone like the moonlight.

"If he wants to take over the Tang Palace, he's probably dreaming." Amidst the silver light, Tang San smiled proudly. His pale face was covered with a layer of porcelain, making him look even more seductive.

Yun Fei was dazed for a moment before quickly regaining his senses. She knew that Tang San was going to fight with that evil person called Old Devil, but even if she rushed forward to help, she would probably be of little help.

However, there was nothing she could do as she watched helplessly from the side.

Her eyes kept darting around, scanning the arena for changes, worrying about Little Tree and the others, wondering what she could do to help. She was in a state of high tension — perhaps so intense that she felt as if the air were getting heavier and heavier, pressing down on her body, her heart, and she was about to lose her breath.

Just when the air grew heavier and heavier to the point where it was almost unbearable, Tang San moved.

His white clothes and silver sword light were like an illusion that had been circulating for tens of thousands of years, disappearing in an instant before his eyes.

The old man in black followed closely behind him.

Once they were gone, Clouds could breathe again.

She watched as the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance. She knew that Tang San didn't want to hurt her, so he was willing to lose the opportunity to make the first move and shift the battlefield.

It seemed like she had become a burden to him.