A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The strong body, agile movements, and understanding of martial arts are all amazing. It's a pity that this body is about to be destroyed in their plan.

A trace of regret flashed across Xiao Sizhe's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He knew that he had to do this for revenge and for the country.

Xiao Sizhe looked nervously at the incense in front of the shrine. The incense was burning shorter and shorter, as if counting down the life of Emperor Yuxuan. A faint flame flickered at the top of the incense, flickering like a beating heart. Not good.

The rising smoke was like the thread of fate, tightly entwining Emperor Yuxuan. Xiao Sizhe's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and he stared at the incense without blinking.

His fingers were slightly bent, and his nails gently scratched across his palms, causing a slight sting. His breathing became rapid, as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

Finally, the last bit of ash from the incense fell down - time's up!

Emperor Yuxuan was practicing when he suddenly felt a tearing pain all over his body. The pain came so suddenly and so intensely that he had no time to react.

His face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, as if it was the countdown of his life. His eyes were full of fear and despair, and he didn't understand why he was suddenly in so much pain.

He tried to steady himself, but the pain kept coming like a tide, making it impossible for him to control himself.

He suddenly fell from mid-air. "Bang!" It collapsed like a mountain. The huge sound echoed in the palace, as if the bell of fate was ringing. Emperor Yuxuan lay on the ground, twisting his body in pain.

His robe was in disarray and covered with dust, and his hair was scattered on the ground like a piece of barren grass.

His eyes were full of pain and helplessness. He wanted to call for help, but found that he couldn't make a sound. The palace was silent, with only Emperor Yuxuan's painful groans echoing in the air.

The reliefs on the walls were looming in the shadows, as if silently witnessing this tragedy. The carpet on the ground also lost its former splendor and became dull.

The entire palace seemed to have fallen into deathly silence, with only Emperor Yuxuan's pain continuing to spread.

Emperor Yuxuan's huge body struggled hard on the ground, like a mountain about to collapse in its final struggle. He clenched his teeth, and veins on his forehead bulged like winding green snakes.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a fire of anger and unwillingness in them, as if he wanted to burn the whole world to ashes. His limbs were trembling, and he tried to get up with all his strength. At this moment, he was shocked to find that his body was alternating between extreme cold and heat, and that strange power was raging wildly in his body.

The veins in his limbs bulged like angry dragons, with blue, purple, and black veins crisscrossing and spreading like a ferocious spider web covering his skin. The veins were throbbing, as if countless small insects were crawling crazily under his skin.

His face was distorted to a terrifying degree, and his thumb trembled as he pointed at Xiao Sizhe——

"Little bastard! How dare you hurt me!" The words seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, filled with endless anger and despair. Every word was like an angry bullet, shooting at Xiao Sizhe.

His face turned red, like a ripe apple, with an abnormal hint of purple mixed in. His eyes were burning with anger, as if he wanted to burn Xiao Shizhe to ashes.

"Ouch!" Xiao Sizhe jumped lightly onto the table, sat down leisurely, with a scornful smile on his face.

He raised his chin slightly, a proud arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes. He was wearing a white robe, which fluttered gently in the breeze, like a white cloud.

His hair also fluttered in the wind, with a few strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, adding a bit of unruliness. "It's too late to realize it now!"

Emperor Yuxuan's eyes widened with anger, and he slowly lowered his fingers, then suddenly stretched out his palm. A powerful vortex instantly shot out from his palm and headed straight for Xiao Sizhe. The vortex carried the power of destruction, as if it could swallow up everything.

Emperor Yuxuan's eyes were filled with determination, as if he wanted to die together with Xiao Sizhe. The air around his palm seemed to be distorted, making bursts of whistling sounds.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Sizhe slammed the table with his little palm, and with the help of the rebound force, he flipped over and jumped onto the beam, hanging upside down like a nimble monkey, and easily avoided Emperor Yuxuan's attack.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, but then he regained his composure, his eyes full of vigilance. His movements were light and agile, like a nimble bird. The corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind, making a slight rustling sound.

Emperor Yuxuan's whirlpool slammed hard on the screen behind the table. Under this powerful force, the exquisite screen turned into powder and fell like snowflakes. The original exquisite pattern on the screen disappeared in an instant, leaving only a mess.

"That was a close call!" Xiao Sizhe thought to himself, with a layer of fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. Under the sunlight, the beads of sweat sparkled with crystal light, like pearls.

He frowned slightly, staring at Emperor Yuxuan tightly, not daring to relax at all. His breathing became rapid, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Emperor Yuxuan lay on the ground in agony, unable to get up. His tendons were bursting one by one, making a dull sound, as if the footsteps of death were gradually approaching.

His face showed a painful expression, his features twisted together, like a crumpled painting. He kept shouting out shrill cries, the sound was like the howling of a wounded beast.

"Ah!" Every time a tendon was broken, Emperor Yuxuan screamed in pain. The shrill cry echoed in the palace, full of despair and pain.

His body kept twitching, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. The clothes were tightly attached to his body, outlining his strong body. The air in the palace seemed to freeze, and only Emperor Yuxuan's painful screams and the sound of his tendons bursting continued to echo.

There are exquisite patterns carved on the walls of the palace. In this tense atmosphere, those patterns seem to become eerie and terrifying.

The carpet on the ground also lost its former splendor and became dull. The whole palace seemed to have fallen into a dead silence, with only Emperor Yuxuan's pain spreading.

In the palace, a team of patrolling soldiers were walking slowly and in an orderly manner. They were wearing silver armor, holding spears, with serious faces and vigilant eyes scanning everything around them.

Suddenly, the emperor's wails were heard from the Weilong Palace. The sound was shrill and miserable, like a desperate cry coming from the depths of hell.