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He wasn't always called Tuoba Rui. He took his mother's surname and went to Beirong, where he changed his surname to Tuoba.

The name Tuoba was his nightmare!

Those nightmares lingered in his mind, occupying all his thoughts.

With his enemy right in front of him, he had only one thought: even if it meant mutual destruction, he would kill as many as he could!

Wu Wang gripped the whip, intending to wrap it around the neck of the Seventh Prince of Beirong, but he had never practiced martial arts and was not agile, so the Seventh Prince of Beirong easily dodged it.

Even the whip in their hands was taken away.

"Ha, Tuoba Rui, you're still as useless as you were when you were a child," the Seventh Prince of Beirong mocked, his whip easily wrapping around Wu Wang's neck.

He exerted force, and Wu Wang immediately felt difficulty breathing.

The Seventh Prince of Beirong's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He held the whip in one hand, staring at Wu Wang's face, which was flushed red from lack of oxygen, while patting the long scar on Wu Wang's face with the other hand.

"Tuoba Rui, how did you get this face?"

"Could it be that I'm right, and that evil doctor really did change your face?"

"Face swap! Ha, Tuoba Rui, are you really that afraid of death? To prevent us from finding you, you're even willing to swap your own face. Too bad..."

"The net of heaven is vast, and you are destined to die by my hand. No matter how you try to hide, you cannot escape!"

"And what about that scar on your face? How did you get it? It's so ugly!"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong said with disgust, but in an instant, his smile turned into that of a demon.

He instantly lost interest in the origin of the scar. The thought of Tuoba Rui dying at his hands made him even more interested in how to kill Tuoba Rui.

"My second brother said that we must see you alive or dead. If anyone else finds you, even if you are dead, we will definitely bring your body back to Beirong."

"But it's different when I find you. I am my second brother's younger brother, born of the same mother. When I see you, it's as if my second brother has seen you."

"Bringing you back to Beirong will take some effort. How about we make tonight your death night, and this courtyard your grave?"

"I'll kill you, then burn this place down, so that you and your mother will both turn to ashes!"

The yard burned down?!

Wu Wang thought of Xie Heng, whom he had knocked unconscious, in the closet.

The face of the Seventh Prince of Beirong, as monstrous as a demon, was right before him, and the evil thought in his mind, driven by hatred, resurfaced.

The courtyard was burned down, and Xie Heng died!

Xie Xuanjin and Song Qingning will definitely not give up!

"Your mother was slowly sliced ​​to death, and her body was burned. Do you know who did it?"

"In the Empress's palace, all the concubines who hated your mother, all the princes, and the officials and ladies of all the noble families in Bei Rong, each with a knife, had your mother's blood on their hands. In the end, there wasn't a single piece of good flesh on her body."

"As she was dying, my mother whispered in her ear that she would definitely send you down to reunite with her."

Do you know what she looked like then? Pleading, despair, regret...

The image of his mother appeared in Wu Wang's mind.

In her youth, she looked at him countless times with regret in her eyes. Once, while he was dozing off, he heard his mother crying in his ear.

She said she shouldn't have followed her father and brought him back to Beirong.

remorse……

Wu Wang closed his eyes; he knew what his mother regretted.

But he never thought it was his mother's fault.

Those people are the ones who are wrong!

The powerful and influential people of Beirong could not tolerate him and his mother. He had never cared about power. He and his mother were clearly no threat to those people, but they still wouldn't let them go!

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts)...

As Wu Wang imagined that scene, the hatred in his heart surged wildly, and that evil thought also grew wildly, completely devouring the last bit of reason and kindness he had left.

"Heh, heh heh..."

Wu Wang's neck was tightly wrapped, and the laughter he managed to let out was broken and ferocious.

He stared at the Seventh Prince of Beirong, his brows furrowed in defiance. "Kill me, burn this place down, and you and your second brother, who sits on the throne of Beirong, will both die. Do you believe me?"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong frowned, then let out a disdainful chuckle. "Tuoba Rui, even on his deathbed, is still dreaming of the future. My second brother is the Emperor of Beirong, and the entire Beirong aristocratic family supports him. Who would let him die? And who could possibly kill him?"

"Heh, or are you saying these things to provoke me, hoping for a quick death?"

"You want a quick and painless death? I'll grant your wish!"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong's eyes hardened. He drew the dagger he carried with him, raised it high, and was about to stab the person in front of him with all his might.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Wu Wang's brow, a sharp sword flew over and, without missing a beat, severed his arm.

"what……"

A scream rang out, coming from the mouth of the Seventh Prince of Beirong.

All they could see was their prince's mutilated arm bleeding, with blood splattered on Tuoba Rui's face. After a moment, they rushed forward.

"Your Highness..."

"cousin……"

The Seventh Prince of Beirong was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and he was no longer able to grab the whip wrapped around Wu Wang's neck.

"My hand, my hand..."

The Seventh Prince of Beirong looked in the direction from which the sword that had severed his arm had come, and not only him, but everyone else looked in that direction as well.

There was a child standing in front of the cabinet.

At the age of four, no one could believe that he was the one who threw that sword.

However, one of the guards from the Northern Army was nowhere to be seen with his sword in its sheath. The guard had been standing right in front of the child.

Who is this child?

"Someone come here..."

The Seventh Prince of Beirong had a ferocious look on his face. No matter who he was, if his arm was cut off, he would definitely chop him to pieces!

The sound startled Wu Wang awake.

Everything that had just happened was replaying in his mind.

As he watched Lao Qi's dagger plunge down, his mind was filled with thoughts of dying. Once Lao Qi burned down the courtyard and burned Xie Heng to death, Lao Qi, Lao Er, and even the entire Bei Rong would have to bear the wrath of Xie Xuanjin and Song Qingning.

He was filled with wild anticipation, but to his surprise, Lao Qi's arm broke off right before his eyes.

The moment the blood splattered on his face, his mind went blank for a few seconds.

Startled awake, he instinctively followed the gaze of the seventh brother.

I saw Xie Heng!

It was the young prince who broke the seventh prince's arm; he saved him!

And just now, he even tried to provoke the seventh brother and drag Xie Heng down with him!

After the Seventh Prince of Beirong gave the order, all the guards drew their swords and pointed them at the child.

"Kill him! No, I will do it myself!" The Seventh Prince of Beirong gritted his teeth, tearing off his inner lining to barely wrap around his bare arm.

The pain fueled his rage.

Today, he cannot vent his anger without personally chopping this brat to pieces.

He casually picked up a sword from a guard's hand and walked step by step toward Xie Heng, while behind him came Tuoba Rui's pleading:

"Your Highness..."

"Seventh brother, you must not kill him. He is the legitimate son of the Emperor and Empress of Dajing. If you kill him, you will surely die, and even your second brother will not escape."

"You want my life? Then take it!"