Chapter 570 Queen Xiulan Kills Her Husband

Chapter 570 Queen Xiulan Kills Her Husband

570 Queen Xiulan Kills Her Husband

Queen Xiulan, through cleverly manipulated communications, would convince King Mo Tianyang to send a minimal force led by trusted advisors, advisors who had been subtly brought over to her side in the last couple of days.

These advisors, primarily those known for their pragmatism and focus on the well-being of the tribe, had grown increasingly disillusioned with King Mo Tianyang's recent decisions.

Queen Xiulan, through private conversations and carefully crafted suggestions, had subtly highlighted the potential benefits of a more collaborative leadership style.

She emphasized the importance of listening to diverse perspectives within the tribe's leadership, a sentiment that resonated with these advisors who often felt their voices were unheard by the King.

Furthermore, Queen Xiulan subtly appealed to their sense of personal ambition.

She hinted at potential advancements and increased influence within the tribe's hierarchy under a new, more receptive ruler.

This strategy wasn't about blatant promises or threats; it was about planting seeds of doubt and subtly swaying their loyalty towards a future Queen who valued their expertise.

Simultaneously, the allied devil families and sects would launch a surprise attack, overwhelming the King's forces with superior numbers. The key was to stage a chaotic battle, obscuring the true source of the attack and casting doubt on the King's ability to predict and counter such internal threats.

"Let the rumors fly," Wang Jian said, a cruel smile on his face. "Whisperings of a betrayal, of sabotage within the King's own ranks."

Queen Xiulan, playing her part to perfection, would feign helplessness, expressing shock and dismay at the attack. She would even suggest sending reinforcements, further isolating the King from his loyal guards and advisors.

The trap was ingenious. It was a test of strength disguised as a weakness, a calculated risk that could turn the tide of public opinion against the King.

King Mo Tianyang, known for his intellect and formidable strength, wouldn't be easily deceived. However, his downfall wouldn't be due to lack of intelligence. It would be his unwavering trust in his advisors, a trust Queen Xiulan and Wang Jian would exploit with ruthless efficiency.

News of the attack arrived a week later, carried by a frantic messenger. King Mo Tianyang, his face grim, announced his intention to personally lead a contingent to reinforce the outpost.

"Let me accompany you, Your Majesty," Queen Xiulan implored, her voice laced with concern. "My presence might bolster the morale of your troops."

The King, blinded by his trust and unaware of the web of deceit woven around him, reluctantly agreed. Queen Xiulan's heart hammered in her chest - a thrill of anticipation mingled with a pang of guilt.

Queen Xiulan watched the scene unfold with a mix of apprehension and anticipation. The trap had worked, but not entirely as planned. The King's unexpected resilience had thrown a wrench in the plan. Now, she had to ensure his demise, quickly.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the crowd, a towering brute with obsidian skin and glowing red eyes. It was General Wu, Mo Tianyang's most loyal advisor, his face contorted in fury.

"Traitors!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the very earth. "You will pay for this!"

General Wu was a force to be reckoned with. He wielded a colossal warhammer, capable of crushing mountains with a single swing. His arrival on the battlefield instilled a flicker of hope within Mo Tianyang's dwindling strength.

However, the allied forces weren't about to let a single warrior change the tide of the battle. A horde of cultivators, led by a shadowy figure radiating dark energy, intercepted General Wu before he could reach the King.

A brutal duel erupted – the brute strength of General Wu clashing against the dark magic of the allied leader. The ground trembled, buildings crumbled, and the battlefield transformed into a chaotic dance of death.

Meanwhile, the assault on Mo Tianyang continued. He fought like a cornered beast, unleashing his fury upon his attackers. But the holy element coursing through his veins steadily drained his power.

As he parried a blow from one attacker, a searing pain erupted in his shoulder. He looked down to see a blade, imbued with holy energy, lodged deep in his flesh. A guttural roar escaped his lips as he tore the blade free, the wound sizzling as it tried to heal.

With each passing moment, the King's struggle became more desperate. His attacks became weaker, his movements slower. He stood amidst a whirlwind of blades and demonic energies, a lone warrior battling against an insurmountable tide.

Queen Xiulan, her eyes glued to the battle, felt a flicker of doubt. Had they underestimated the King's tenacity? Would he, against all odds, emerge victorious?

Just as despair threatened to engulf her, a figure emerged from the shadows, landing silently behind the increasingly weakened Mo Tianyang. It was Wang Jian, his eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory glint.

In his hand, he held a crimson dagger, pulsing with a malevolent aura. Before anyone could react, he lunged forward, the dagger arcing through the air in a deadly arc. The dagger, infused with the same holy element that weakened Mo Tianyang, pierced through his back, its tip finding his heart.

Queen Xiulan's heart lurched as Wang Jian materialized behind the King, dagger flashing with deadly intent. Her momentary flicker of doubt vanished, replaced by a cold resolve. This was it. The culmination of their treacherous plan.

But then, something unexpected happened. The crimson dagger, infused with holy energy, met resistance against Mo Tianyang's back. It sparked, failing to pierce the King's hardened skin. A roar of defiance erupted from the wounded King, shaking the battlefield.

Desperation clawed at Queen Xiulan. This wasn't supposed to happen. They had underestimated Mo Tianyang's resilience, his very bloodline offering him a shield against the holy weapon. Her carefully orchestrated plan, built upon the King's weakness, was crumbling before her eyes.

A primal fear, cold and sharp, twisted in her gut. If Mo Tianyang emerged victorious, her fate wouldn't be pretty. Visions of a brutal execution flashed through her mind, fueling her panic.