"But... Your Majesty......" Luo Zhong still refused to leave, saying anxiously.

  "Don't be impudent." Chu Yixuan angrily interrupted him and ordered: "Withdraw from me."

  Facing his order, Luo Zhong did not dare to disobey either. He retreated back to Yan Xijun's side with three steps and two glances back.

  "You're just in time. Tonight, I'll settle the score with you." Chu Cheng Ming said through gritted teeth, staring at Chu Yi Xuan. The man in front of him, his uncle by blood relation, was the main culprit who had caused him to lose everything. So no matter what, he would never forgive him.

  Chu Yixuan heard the words and fell silent. He admitted that he was a bit sorry for his nephew. But could it all be blamed on him? If he hadn't usurped power, if he hadn't launched the palace coup, then today's prisoner would have been him instead.

  People live for climbing up high. If one doesn't strive for self-improvement, the heavens will collapse and the earth will be destroyed. This is an experience passed down through the ages. It can't be said that it's unreasonable.

  Chu Yixuan let out a soft sigh. "I know you hate me. Tonight, just as you said. Let's end it once and for all. Just don't blame me if you get hurt."

  "Your tone is really arrogant. Whether you can hurt me or not is still a question." Chu Chengming said, unwilling to show weakness.

  "Alright. So be it. I have nothing to say." Chu Yixuan held the treasured sword in his hand, and suddenly remembered something. He said: "Before we fight, I have a request."

  "What is required."

  "If I win this time, you will honestly stay in the mansion and not take a step out of the palace."

  "We'll talk after you win." Chu Chengming didn't want to waste any more words on him, and charged forward with his short sword.

  One short sword, one long sword. Both were masters of the sword. Although their techniques differed, they were equally effective. There wasn't much difference between them. Both were highly skilled in swordsmanship. It was unlikely that either could gain a quick victory.

  For a moment, the sword dance soared. Looking at the two flying up and down in the air, the sword 'flower' raised in her hand, Yan Xikun was worried and anxious. She was concerned about Chu Chengming's safety. Daring to fight in the imperial palace would surely summon the imperial guards.

  It's strange. Why isn't Wen Han's 'bodyguard' here to save the day at this moment? If he appeared, at least Chu Cheng Ming's safety could be guaranteed.

  Yan Xikun looked around the quiet surroundings with a puzzled expression, but did not see Wen Han anywhere. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: How could he be so careless about his master? Wasn't he afraid that his master would be caught by the Emperor?

  Actually, Wen Han was hiding in a lush and towering tree crown at this moment. He stared intently at the fight below, where his two masters were, one true and one false. He was also hesitating whether to turn over and go down to help the real master.

  It can be seen from the wrinkles on his brow that he is worried at this moment. His left hand tightly grasped the precious sword by his waist, ready to take action at any time.

  He didn't say he didn't want to go down and save people, but he was concerned about his identity. If he rushed down recklessly now, his identity would be exposed sooner or later, and he wouldn't be able to stay in the palace anymore.

  But his identity is sensitive. The master spent so much time and effort to get him into the palace. And finally managed to mix into the palace guard leader. In any case, can't reveal his identity.

  The cold and warmth had passed through his mind. He lay on the treetop, preparing to observe the situation before making a decision. He absolutely could not let his master's plan be ruined by a single mistake.

  "Huh, it's really strange. Your Majesty, why is the Ganquan Palace so quiet?" Luo Zhong was also anxious in his heart, standing beside Yan Xijun. Suddenly, he realized that they had been fighting for so long, but no servants came to check on them.

  It's too quiet, isn't it? What's going on? After Luo Zhong said that, Yan Xijun also felt strange. Indeed, it has been so long since the sound of clashing weapons was heard. Why didn't Snow and the others come out to take a look? Did something happen to them?

  But thinking carefully, it's not very possible either. What could have happened to them? Chu Chengming just came over tonight, and he wouldn't possibly harm them. It's highly likely that he must have used something to knock them out.

  It seemed that Yan Xikun was no longer so frightened and anxious. She vaguely replied to Luo Zhong: "This Ganquan Palace has always been like this, quiet. Maybe those slaves are all tired and sleepy. They should all be asleep."

  "There's no one as unresponsive as this." Luo Zhong said suspiciously. He glanced at the two people entwined in mid-air, their movements intense. His old eyes were filled with worry and concern.

  He saw the King of Hell beckoning him with a sharp and ruthless gesture, his eyes gleaming red as he pounced on his master with a reckless abandon that made one's heart skip a beat.

  Then Luo Zhong suddenly thought of something, he slapped his thigh and muttered to himself: "This won't do, if we continue to stand by and watch, it will certainly lead to a situation unfavorable to the Emperor."

  "De Fei Niangniang, you stay here and don't go anywhere else. I have to go find a few guards to help the Emperor. If it continues like this, the Emperor will definitely not be able to hold on." Luo Zhong hastily expressed his thoughts to Yan Xijun, then hurriedly went out of the courtyard.

  "Hold on." Yan Xikun was startled. If Luo Zhong really called him to be a 'guard', wouldn't Chu Chengming have nowhere to escape? She subconsciously stretched out her hand to block his way.

  "Princess, please move aside quickly. There's no more time to waste. If we delay any further, the Emperor will get hurt." Luo Zhong said anxiously. He knew that the Emperor's martial arts skills were formidable, but against the ruthless and suicidal King of Hell, even the Emperor would be no match for him.

  "Lord Luo, I'm sorry. I won't let you go find the 'guard'." Yan Xijun's words were firm and decisive, blocking Luo Zhong's hands that had not moved an inch.

  "Your Ladyship, why is this?"

  "There is no reason. You just can't go find someone."

  "Alas, I understand now." Luo Zhong thought of the scene where she and Ming Wang were embracing earlier. She couldn't help but sigh and say: "Your Majesty, don't make any more mistakes. The Emperor is your lord, you can't resist him. If you submit to him, you'll be able to live a good life."

  "Since you are thinking for the King of Hell, by the same token, that slave is also thinking for the Emperor. You can't stop this old slave." Luo Zhong suddenly rushed past Yan Xijun and ran out.

  "Ah......" Yan Xikun shouted in exasperation, gazing at the receding back of Luo Zhongyuan. She stomped her foot helplessly.

  Luò Zhōng has martial arts skills on his body. She can't stop him.

  Wen Han saw Luo Zhong rush out to seek reinforcements, he thought for a moment and then flew in another direction until he reached a hidden forest, where he took out a signal flare from his bosom, lit it and threw it into the air.

  In a moment, a red streak of light slowly rose into the air. Under the night sky, it was particularly eye-catching.

  Wen Han was also helpless. He couldn't personally go down to rescue people. He could only fire signal flares to notify other companions to come and save their lord.

  Having finished what he had in hand, Wen Han quietly returned to Ganquan Palace.