The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

The dozens of lackeys were overjoyed.

Xiuer is pretty and has a great figure.

Crucially, she also has the identity of Qin Changye's personal maid.

"We are willing to follow Your Highness to the death!"

A man with skin as black as charcoal immediately knelt down, pointed to the sky, and made a solemn vow.

Other lackeys followed suit.

Li Jingchen gave the dark-faced man an approving look and waved him over, saying, "Come forward and line up behind me."

Seeing that Li Jingchen had begun to take off his clothes, the people of the Qin Prince's Mansion were furious and wanted to stop him, but they were pressed down on the spot by the spiritual power casually released by Li Changhong, and could not move.

"Young Master, Xiu'er will serve you again in our next life!"

Xiuer was already heartbroken. She pulled out a dagger and stabbed it towards her neck.

Li Jingchen seemed to have been prepared. He kicked the dagger away and sneered from his superior position, "Sorry, in front of me, you don't even have the right to commit suicide."

Whoosh...

As soon as he finished speaking, four figures, like four beams of aurora, rushed in.

Leading the group was Qin Changye.

His gaze swept over the mess on the ground, his expression turning slightly cold.

But when his gaze fell on Xiuer, his expression instantly turned icy and otherworldly.

With his back to the night, he quickly stepped forward and helped Xiu'er, who was covered in blood, to her feet.

He quickly took out a few healing pills and stuffed them into Xiu'er's mouth.

He also gave many healing pills to the people in the Prince of Qin's mansion.

After the healing pills were taken into her stomach, their powerful medicinal effects gradually restored some color to Xiu'er's pale face.

"Young master, there are too many of them! Don't worry about me, run!"

Xiuer was extremely anxious and tried to push Qin Changye away, but found that Qin Changye's body was like a mountain and could not be moved in the slightest.

Qin Changye pressed down on her shoulders; his hands were warm, a stark contrast to the cold night. "Was it Li Jingchen who hurt you?"

"Yes, I'm the one who hurt her."

Before Xiu'er could reply, Li Jingchen stepped forward, his face beaming with barely concealed excitement: "You couldn't hold it in any longer? I thought you were going to be a coward for the rest of your life!"

Qin Changye ignored his sarcasm and asked coldly, "Which hand injured her?"

"Both hands are injured!"

Li Jingchen's tone was full of provocation: "What? You're feeling sorry for me? You're not convinced?"

"You're not convinced? Let's fight one-on-one!"

"This will also prevent others from saying that my Li Wangfu is taking advantage of people's misfortunes and bullying the weak."

As he spoke, he took out a death contract that he had already signed and threw it in front of Qin Changye: "If you're a man, sign this death contract. This battle will determine not only victory but also life and death. Do you dare?"

Qin Changye took the life-or-death contract and was about to sign his name when Xiu'er in his arms said worriedly, "Young Master, you can't sign it. Li Jingchen is deliberately provoking you. His cultivation is at least at the eighth level of the Earth Martial Realm."

Xiuer remembered clearly that a day ago at the Zhao family, when Qin Changye killed Bai Cha, his cultivation had just been upgraded to the tenth level of the Human Martial Realm.

Even though Qin Changye possessed extremely strong combat abilities that allowed him to fight beyond his level, the difference in cultivation level, spanning eight heavens, was like eight insurmountable chasms.

"Just a mere eighth level of the Earthly Martial Realm."

Qin Changye gave Xiuer a reassuring look, then quickly signed his name on the death warrant.

A day has passed, and Qin Changye's cultivation has broken through to the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm.

Even without using any trump cards, his pure combat strength is at least comparable to the second or third level of the Heavenly Martial Realm.

"You've got guts!"

Seeing Qin Changye sign the death waiver, Li Jingchen had no more scruples. He drew his long sword from his back, the sharp blade pointing directly at Qin Changye: "If I can't kill you in one move, I'll commit suicide on the spot!"

He roared and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

During this process, the vast sword energy burst forth like a river bursting its banks, forming waves of sword energy.

These waves of sword energy, layer upon layer, one higher than the next, carrying an overwhelming momentum, surged toward Qin Changye.

The event was grand and impressive, stunning the entire audience.

"If I'm not mistaken, what Prince Li used was the 'Layered Waves Blade Technique,' one of the three Heavenly-level martial arts techniques of the Li Royal Palace."

"That's right, it's the 'Layered Waves Sword Technique.' Legend has it that this sword technique has nine layers. At such a young age, Prince Li can already perform the fifth layer, creating five layers of sword waves. That's already quite amazing!"

"I just didn't expect that he would use his signature move to deal with a good-for-nothing. Prince Li is being far too cautious!"

"From this day forward, the Imperial City will no longer have the Prince of Qin!"

……

All around, many onlookers, drawn by the commotion, were discussing the matter animatedly. Everyone was convinced that the outcome was decided and Qin Changye was doomed.

A victorious smile appeared on Li Jingchen's face.

Once he kills Qin Changye, he will undoubtedly become the number one prince of the imperial city!

however.

His smile quickly froze.

Following his gaze, Qin Changye, facing the whistling waves of blades, did not dodge or even activate any defense. He simply endured it and walked step by step.

boom!

boom!

……

The waves of sword energy, imbued with immense power, slammed into Qin Changye, yet they didn't even ruffle the hem of his clothes.

Qin Changye, who successfully got close to Li Jingchen, didn't even draw his sword. He slapped the long knife out of Li Jingchen's hand with a light and casual gesture, as if he were swatting away a fly.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed Li Jingchen by the throat.