King Duan’s eyes were crimson, and at this moment his desire for power and supremacy reached its peak, "To this King, all these forbidden forces will be resolved."

Duan Wang pointed to Rong Huang and then to the deputy commander, his tone was cheerful, "As for the two of them, catch them alive!"

The dark guards Zhuang Tang left for Rong Huang were at least half less than Duan Wang's. No matter how powerful the Forbidden Army was, it was no better than the dead men who had been soaked in blood all year round.

However, in the blink of an eye, several imperial soldiers had their throats wiped, and blood was sprayed in front of Qinghuai courtyard.

Rong Huang sat on the wall, the embroidered shoes that naturally fell down no longer swayed, and his original smile was put away.

The deputy commander always guarded under the wall, not letting King Duan's dead man approach half a step.

The swords collided, and the sound of the sharp blade piercing the body was creepy.

A dead man jumped onto the wall with a light effort, ready to force Rong Huang down.

He was overturned by Rong Huang's hands.

Rong Huang glanced at the proud King Duan, the spiteful King Duan, and the complicated Wei Qiong. He yawned lazily and slowly raised his right hand.

Under the bright and warm sunlight, Rong Huang's white hands were almost transparent, and the light cyan veins were clearly visible.

Wei Qiong, who had been paying attention to Rong Huang's every move, noticed Rong Huang's move, and his expression changed.

The next moment, Wei Qiong's incredible scene came into view.

The row of lush plum treetops outside Qinghuaiyuan began to tremble violently, and countless plum petals fell from the branches.

Those petals didn't fall freely, and fell on the ground. Instead, they were frozen in mid-air, as if they were controlled by an invisible force.

The pink petals are harmless and tender like a girl, giving people an extremely beautiful visual enjoyment.

Rong Huang's lips curled up, and his slightly bent right hand made a gesture.

Immediately afterwards, those petals rushed straight towards the king of Duan at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

The dead soldiers who were fighting with the dark guards and the Forbidden Army only heard a violent wind, and before they were distracted and turned around, they were cut through their throats by the seemingly delicate petals of plum blossoms.

The blood spray was even more treacherous than the original scene of the Forbidden Army being killed.

The trees, flowers and grass outside Qinghuai courtyard were stained with blood, and the branches and leaves tremble when the wind blew.

Wei Qiong's eyes widened, but before he could react, Princess Duan screamed and fell to the ground.

"Rong Huang...what is that?"

Apparently she also saw the scene just now.

What kind of monster is Rong Huang?

Duan Wang never expected that the dead men he had cultivated so hard would be destroyed in this way, and he would still die in the hands of Rong Huang, who he thought was harmless.

The cat that didn't even grow its claws in the past turned into a fierce look at this moment, and the king's heart was pounding, he staggered back two steps, and was quickly supported by human eyes.

Duan Wang's eyes were bloodshot, his fists creaked, and he stood on the spot looking at the dead soldier's body at his feet.

The dead men didn't seem to expect that they would die so easily, and the surprise in their opened eyes had not dissipated, and they could not die.

He could feel the blood wet the upper of the shoe, soaking it into the back of his instep.

The hot and sticky touch made Duan Wang's brain hum.

He was careless, and he shouldn't leave most of the dead soldiers in the suburbs of Beijing for the sake of the future.

Now there are no dead men left beside him, only those guards who can only use three-legged cat kung fu.

It is incomparable with those of the imperial army.

Duan Wang's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.