Chapter 832
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General Qing Zhe looked at Qing Shiyu, tears streaming down his face as he said bitterly, “Lord Zhenhai has been killed!”
What!
Qing Shiyu’s face turned pale. Lord Zhenhai, Qing Peng, was her uncle and highly favored by the emperor. “What about my father?” Qing Shiyu asked urgently.
Lord Zhen Shan was fine when I left, but now… I don’t know… The situation in the capital is even more perilous than what Your Highness can see here!
Lord Zhenhai!
Qing Peng!
He was a warrior of the Tīangāng realm level seven.
And yet, he had been killed.
Most importantly, the death of a prince who was the emperor’s right-hand man indicated just how dire the situation was.
“Let’s go!”
Ye Wushuang immediately waved his sleeve, landing on Chì Yuān’s back.
“Your Highness, be careful!”
Qing Shiyu, Chu Qingcheng, and Yun Xingjian also left with him.
General Qing Zhe, holding his spear, glared at the Chu clan’s Tīangāng realm warriors in front of him, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
“You Chu clan bastards, bring it on!”
With a shout, he charged forward with his spear.
Boom… Boom… Boom…
In an instant, an endless hurricane swept across the land, lifting the earth and sky.
One by one, Chu clan warriors of the Tīangāng realm, Yuánfǔ realm, Níngmài realm, and Liàntǐ realm, along with their generals and soldiers, were shattered by the hurricane.
General Qing Zhe was stunned, and the royal warriors were also dumbfounded.
Thousands of Chu clan warriors, just like that… gone?
After a long while, General Qing Zhe muttered, “This… wasn’t killed by my spear, was it?”
He looked into the distance.
Chì Yuān’s massive form had already vanished.
“Ye Wushuang… you must survive!”
Now, the royal Qing clan was tied together with the Ye clan.
The four major families had joined forces and were organizing troops in various places of the Qingyun Empire to attack major cities.
If Ye Wushuang died, the Ye clan would be doomed.
And so would the royal family.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang stood on Chì Yuān’s massive back.
They were already very close to Qingtiān City.
But Ye Wushuang wished he could fly there instantly.
The sun set in the west, and the sky was filled with red clouds, as if the horizon had been dyed red with blood.
Qing Shiyu, Chu Qingcheng, and Yun Xingjian remained silent.
All three understood.
What was most important to Ye Wushuang?
Family!
Qing Shiyu understood the most. Since Ye Wushuang had left Liúyuè City, Qing Shiyu had seen his ruthlessness many times.
The most memorable was when Zhōu Zhé slapped Yè Fēifēi, and Ye Wushuang immediately flew into a rage and killed him.
Even this caused a huge uproar in the capital.
A dragon has scales that must not be touched; to do so is to invite death.
A phoenix has a neck that must not be violated; to do so is to invite destruction.
A person also has a bone that must not be touched; to do so is to invite death.
In the distance, a grand and solemn city appeared in their sight.
The capital of the Qingyun Empire, Qingtiān City.
“I’m back,” Ye Wushuang murmured, his figure flashing as he disappeared from Chì Yuān’s back, racing towards Qingtiān City at incredible speed.
Qing Shiyu, also worried about her father, flashed away as well.
Yun Xingjian immediately instructed Chì Yuān to shrink and not to make a fuss.
The situation in Qingtiān City was still unknown.
“Where are you going, young lady?” Yun Xingjian asked.
He needed to return to the Qingyun Academy first to find out what had happened.
Chu Qingcheng glanced at the departing Ye Wushuang.
“I understand. Be careful.”
Now Chu Qingcheng had reached the Tīangāng realm level two and was already among the strong in Qingtiān City, not in any real danger.
Yun Xingjian’s figure also vanished in an instant.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s figure turned into a streak of light and soon arrived in front of the Ye Mansion.
The new Ye Mansion was the former residence of the Shāng clan.
Dusk was falling.
The gates of the Ye Mansion were tightly closed, and outside the mansion, the protective formation’s light was glowing, showing a high state of alert.
And when Ye Wushuang arrived in front of the mansion’s gate, immediately, more than ten figures appeared on the walls, holding spiritual bows and arrows, aiming at Ye Wushuang.
“Who’s there?”
A shout rang out, filled with vigilance and tension.
Ye Wushuang looked up.
“Brother Ye!”
A voice of delight rang out.
“Hurry up and open the door, hurry up, Brother Ye is back.”
The gate opened.
Xǔ Qīyuán rushed to Ye Wushuang, embracing him tightly and almost jumping up and down in joy, “Brother Ye, you’re back, that’s great!”
But at this moment, Ye Wushuang looked at Xǔ Qīyuán, his expression somewhat dazed and wooden, his voice trembling as he asked, “Who… are you mourning for?”
