"Make a move! Whoever kills him, I will name them King of a Different Surname!" Xuanyuan Ruoxing pointed at Luo Ruofeng and declared, then paid no further mind to the battle below. Those with any skill among the combatants had already been injured by his initial shockwave. All that remained were a few Grandmasters—though perhaps a Grandmaster was a top-tier expert to the common person, to him they were no different from ants. Let these ants kill each other off.

At this moment, he was like a God-King looking down upon all creation, viewing the entire scene as nothing more than a play, a cruel piece of theatre.

Hearing Xuanyuan Ruoxing's proclamation, generals and soldiers alike found their eyes turning blood-red. They drew their weapons and charged toward Luo Ruofeng at the center. A King of a Different Surname—what a lofty status that was! Wealth and glory awaited them, all stemming from this single action today.

In truth, all these men understood that with Xuanyuan Ruoxing's strength, killing those few targets would be as simple as snapping his fingers. The reason he allowed this charade to continue was merely to watch the spectacle unfold.

Countless figures surged toward Luo Ruofeng and his companions. Bieli and Ying Xiaoxiao simultaneously drew their weapons, shielding Luo Ruofeng. Even knowing the inevitable outcome was death, they could not allow their Sovereign to perish before them.

Even in death, they would defend the Emperor's dignity.

Bieli’s aura surged continuously, vaguely suggesting he was breaking through to the Martial Saint realm. A Martial Saint, in previous times, would have been a figure capable of shaking a region, but here and now, a Martial Saint amounted to nothing. Immediately, seven or eight Grandmasters surrounded him, launching a frenzied assault.

Ruthless Palm, Heartbreak Finger, Sorrowful Sword—Bieli unleashed the ultimate skills of the Wushang Sect in rapid succession, directly slaying three Grandmasters. Yet, his body was already covered in wounds; at least four streaks of sword energy had pierced him.

Still, he disregarded his injuries, whirling the longsword in his hand. Sharp sword qi tore through the air, annihilating all the desperate soldiers around him.

As for Ying Xiaoxiao, his greatest mastery lay in Qinggong, making him unparalleled in escape. But now, tasked with protecting his Sovereign, evasion was impossible. He could only use his own body to block the countless streaks of sword light. His form accumulated countless scars, and even Xiao Muzi fought with reckless abandon, guarding Luo Ruofeng's front.

The few Soul Immortals accompanying Xuanyuan Ruoxing moved to intervene, but Xuanyuan Ruoxing stopped them. A faint, elegant smile played on his lips as he approached Yaoyao. Gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, Xuanyuan Ruoxing chuckled with smug satisfaction, "How long do you think they can last?"

Seeing that Xuanyuan Ruoxing could effortlessly erase Luo Ruofeng and the others but deliberately sent wave after wave of men to their deaths—grinding them down slowly—Yaoyao felt a chill crawl through her chest.

Was he still the same person?

If he were here, he would surely stop such atrocity. Regarding Xuanyuan Ruoxing's question, she too chose silence.

"Heh, do you find me tedious? I could kill them with a single finger, yet I allow these soldiers to waste them slowly?" Seeing Yaoyao remain quiet, Xuanyuan Ruoxing remained unconcerned, continuing his placid speech.

"Heh, it is indeed tedious, but you have not yet reached my level, so you cannot grasp my current perspective. But that's fine. If you agree to become my woman, I promise you can become an eternally undying God, just like me. How about it?" Xuanyuan Ruoxing spoke calmly, not even using the imperial 'Zhen' (I/We).

"Wishful thinking!" Hearing Xuanyuan Ruoxing's proposal, Yaoyao let out a cold scoff.

"Wishful thinking? Hahahaha... In the past, perhaps you could say that. But now, this is no longer a fantasy; it is fact. No one can stop you and her from becoming my women, hahahaha..." Xuanyuan Ruoxing laughed wildly. His current power truly was immense, overwhelmingly strong. Yaoyao and the others didn't even have the means to take their own lives.

At this moment, Ying Xiaoxiao, drenched in blood, had his shoulder shattered by a punch from a peak Grandmaster. Immediately, seven or eight weapons pierced his body, sending several torrents of blood spraying outward, yet his eyes were filled with profound sorrow...

"General Ying..." Witnessing Ying Xiaoxiao die right before his eyes, Luo Ruofeng, though anticipating this outcome, felt a stab of grief in his heart.

Luo Lixuan’s eyes were flooded with tears; these men were dying to defend the dignity of him and his father.

"Kill..." Bieli roared at that same instant. His body was already bristling with arrows, his blood staining everything. Seeing the countless soldiers rush forward madly once more, Bieli's eyes flashed with resolute defiance. Suddenly, streaks of golden light erupted from his body, followed by a loud bang. His entire form exploded, the immense energy sweeping over everything around him. At least a dozen Grandmasters and hundreds of soldiers were blown to smithereens by the force of the self-detonation, and Bieli’s body dissolved into scattered fragments of flesh and blood across the sky...

"General Bieli..." Luo Ruofeng could do nothing now but roar. These were his most loyal subordinates, yet they were dying one by one before him for his sake. How could this not break his heart, shatter his spirit...

An Emperor is heartless, but at this moment, Luo Ruofeng felt a sharp pain in his core, and tears shimmered faintly in his eyes.

But how could he cry? He was an Emperor, a sovereign enthroned on high; how could he shed tears?

"Your Majesty, this servant can no longer look after you. This servant goes first!" At this moment, the enemy forces charged again. Eunuch Mu’s eyes also showed fierce resolution. He bowed respectfully, turned, and charged into the dense mass of the army.

Chik, chik, chik... Countless weapons pierced Xiao Muzi's body, ultimately tearing him to shreds, leaving no bone behind...

The tears finally fell from Luo Ruofeng's eyes. Looking at the half-eunuch who had cared for him since childhood, looking at the ever-loyal Xiao Muzi, he felt as if something within him had been ripped apart.

Why this agonizing pain? Why this bitter sorrow?

Was this—love?

Who says Emperors are heartless? Who says men do not weep? All of this simply means they have not yet reached the point of true heartbreak...

Gazing at the surging enemy soldiers and then at the tear-streaked Luo Lixuan, Luo Ruofeng drew a dagger from his robes—a golden-hilted dagger. He was the ruler of a nation; he possessed a dignified way to die.

Just as Luo Ruofeng prepared to kill his son first before ending his own life, a figure appeared before him. It was a somewhat slender back, yet it possessed strikingly white long hair and an impeccably handsome face. However, the eyes that should have shone black were now entirely blood-red...

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