Zhong Ling was, after all, the young mistress of the Wujian Immortal Sect, possessing immense status. At this moment, she was attended by numerous formidable figures from the Wujian Immortal Sect, including two Grandmasters.

Such combined strength should have made defeating Ouyang Xing a simple matter. However, sometimes even when you are stronger than the enemy, an overwhelming backer leaves you powerless, which was precisely the situation now; Ouyang Xing was the son of the ruler who unified the Three Kingdoms, and his standing was incredibly high.

Duan He of the Wujian Immortal Sect stepped forward: "Young Master Ouyang, our Wujian Immortal Sect is now effectively a subordinate of the Ten Thousand Snake Manor. For Young Master Ouyang to act this way, would it not chill the hearts of your many subordinates?" Duan He possessed the strength of a Grandmaster, yet here, before this seemingly junior figure, he was forced to bow his head.

Because Ouyang Wang was simply too powerful. A Mythic-level figure, nearly capable of Shattering the Void.

In the Great Qin Kingdom, there had been figures who almost achieved Shattering the Void, such as the Great Qin's foremost master decades ago, Xiaoyaozi, who possessed near Shattering the Void strength. But Xiaoyaozi had already Shattered the Void and departed, Yan Cangtian had also Shattered the Void and left, and Zhou Qingxuan had likewise departed.

The only one potentially capable of suppressing Ouyang Wang, Lu Yuan, was currently within the Central Heavenly Dynasty, leaving Ouyang Wang to reign supreme for the time being. "Hahahaha, chilling the hearts of subordinates?

As long as my father is here, any of you who dare make a move will have your entire clan annihilated!" Ouyang Xing roared with maniacal laughter. "Miss Zhong, I grant you one opportunity now.

If you obediently return with me to be my concubine, I can spare your life. Otherwise, hehe." Zhong Ling’s delicate face paled, but from her red lips emerged a voice that was icy and utterly decisive: "Ouyang Xing, stop dreaming.

The person I love is not you. Give up that thought." "Good, you have spirit.

Then I shall annihilate the entire Wujian Immortal Sect!" Ouyang Xing bellowed in anger. "As you wish," Zhong Ling's face turned as white and cold as ice struck by lightning.

More frigid than snow encountered, more radiant under frost. The Young Mistress Zhong of yesteryear remained just as fiercely spirited today.

Seeing her demeanor, Ouyang Xing grew even more enraged: "Seize this woman for me! If I cannot have your heart, this Young Master will have your body.

This Young Master firmly believes that time will change things." The sharp blade strapped to Zhong Ling’s wrist was inverted; she was about to commit suicide, to end it all. At that very instant, a faint voice sounded: "A most arrogant Young Master Ouyang.

Is this how Ouyang Wang raises his son?" The voice was ethereal, yet Zhong Ling suddenly found it strangely familiar—was this a delusion? Zhong Ling, who was moments from suicide, instinctively paused her movement.

The surroundings erupted in astonishment! Ouyang Wang!

Indeed, although his name was Ouyang Wang, he had recently conquered numerous territories, with various factions submitting to him, unifying the Three Kingdoms. Thus, everyone now addressed him as the Divine King; he considered himself the King of Gods.

For someone now to dare call him Ouyang Wang was sheer audacity. Ouyang Xing usually took the greatest pride in his father.

Accustomed to smooth sailing, he couldn't help but roar: "Which suicidal fool dares to utter my father, the Divine King's, name directly? You court death!" "Oh, speaking the name Ouyang Wang means courting death?" A man dressed in green robes stepped out, hands clasped behind his back, advancing slowly.

Ouyang Xing, upon seeing the young man in green, first felt anger, which then shifted to a change in complexion. In the Great Qin, Great Jin, or Great Yuan, there was no one Ouyang Xing feared.

If one absolutely had to name someone, it would only be Lu Yuan, who was in the Central Heavenly Dynasty. After all, Lu Yuan was one of the Three Mythics of Mount Hua.

However, Ouyang Xing did not believe Lu Yuan would return so easily. But Lu Yuan was here now.

Ouyang Xing was aware of Lu Yuan’s history, knowing him to be an incredibly formidable yet recklessly bold figure. Yet, Ouyang Xing was not overly afraid; he was currently in the Imperial Capital, his father's territory, and his father was a powerhouse nearly capable of Shattering the Void.

Lu Yuan did not possess the ability to approach Shattering the Void yet. "So, it is Brother Lu who has arrived.

Is Brother Lu here to attend the ceremony for the unification of the Three Kingdoms? Of course, since Brother Lu has come, the matter of Mount Hua Sect's surrender can be waived.

Consider it giving Brother Lu face." Lu Yuan shook his head: "You are truly beyond ordinary foolishness. To put it plainly, I am here to kill you now." Lu Yuan didn't exude much killing intent, but given his current might, he didn't need to; the Ouyang Xing contingent felt as if they were facing gods and buddhas, or falling into hell itself.

"You, you cannot kill me! Behind me stands a father with strength approaching the level of Shattering the Void!" Ouyang Xing shrieked, clutching at his lifeline.

Lu Yuan let out a wry smile. Since when could a Fourth Heaven of the Primordial Chaos Realm act as a backer?

He had even slain those at the Half-Step World Realm. Without hesitation, he unleashed his sword qi outwards, directly slaying Ouyang Xing.

Chaos immediately ensued among the crowd, but Lu Yuan’s fame as one of the Three Mythics of Mount Hua was so immense that even the forces of the Great Yuan Kingdom absolutely dared not intervene. In an instant, they all fled.

Zhong Ling stared blankly at Lu Yuan. Yes, ever since that kiss, she had thought of him day and night.

Finally seeing him, yet she didn't know how to speak. But if she missed this opportunity, she would never have another.

Finally, Zhong Ling made her decision: "Lu Yuan, I—" Just as she was about to confess directly, Lu Yuan waved his hand to stop her: "I know what is in your heart, but some things, once missed, are gone forever." With that, Lu Yuan stepped away. Yes, it was undeniable that he had felt a slight stirring for Young Mistress Zhong back then, but ultimately, they had missed their chance.

What is missed remains missed. The past can be cherished, but only as a memory.

The figure in green vanished swiftly. Lu Yuan needed to proceed to kill Ouyang Wang and had no time to linger here, nor did he wish to linger.

Zhong Ling nearly collapsed to the ground, two streams of clear tears flowing down—a silent weeping. She once thought she didn't love him, only to realize that she did, but they had brushed past each other without connection.

If only they hadn't missed that moment in the past. But in this world, where are there so many 'if onlys'?

Beside Zhong Ling, Duan He and the others from the Wujian Immortal Sect finally understood why their Young Mistress had never married all these years. If the Young Mistress could marry Lu Yuan, the last of the Three Mythics of Mount Hua, it would naturally be cause for celebration.

But alas, what is missed is missed. Watching the silently weeping Young Mistress, Duan He and the others felt a degree of understanding.

Yes, everyone has had their youthful follies, and now, persuasion was futile. At that very moment, a flash of silver light pierced the air.

It was not mere light, but a silver-haired maiden. A girl of twelve or thirteen, possessing stunning beauty and peerless grace, suddenly appeared.

A normal girl of that age would at best be considered a budding beauty, but everyone present involuntarily thought of words like 'peerless elegance' and 'captivating allure.' Duan He and the others found their gazes involuntarily drawn to the silver-haired girl, unable to look away. Similarly, on the periphery, those who were heading to report Lu Yuan's appearance and the killing of Young Master Ouyang Xing to Ouyang Wang involuntarily halted their steps.

They were all mesmerized by such supreme elegance. What manner of captivating power, what charisma was this!

Who was this silver-haired little girl? And why was she here?

If Lu Yuan were present, he would have immediately recognized this silver-haired girl as Chang'e. Chang'e was currently