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The moment the thought fell—

From Lin Ye's perspective, a streak of ink-like shadow silently seeped out from the air in front of him.

The shadow writhed, slowly shaping into the form of a foot in mid-air—its outline blurred, yet exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

It hovered beside Lin Ye, like a lurking beast, calm and restrained, yet concealing a sharp edge capable of tearing everything apart.

next second.

The dark shadow tore through the air silently, moving so fast that even its afterimage was almost nonexistent, leaving only a fleeting dark trail in the corner of a few people's eyes.

Its goal—

It directly targets Shu Jingwei.

"Bang!"

A dull, resounding thud of flesh being struck exploded out.

Shu Jingwei, who was standing at the forefront and whose face was ashen from the soldiers’ failed offensive, suddenly felt as if a heavy log had swept across the back of her calf!

"Ugh—!"

She let out a suppressed cry of pain, her jaw suddenly tightened, and the veins in her neck bulged.

Caught off guard, her entire body lurched forward like a withered leaf caught in a gust of wind, her hands instinctively reaching out to brace herself.

But that strange power did not disappear.

Following her forward momentum, it once again slammed down on the back of her knees.

It was an immense, tyrannical force that she simply could not resist!

"Thump!"

The sound of her knee hitting the ground was dull and loud, and the surrounding gravel was scattered by the impact of her movement.

The force of his forward lunge caused his forehead to slam hard against the gravel and pebbles, scraping it open and leaving a large gash. Tiny pieces of stone embedded themselves in the wound, and beads of blood mixed with dust clung to his face.

Her carefully styled hair from the morning came undone, and her hairpins fell askew and rolled into a crevice in the nearby pebbles.

This once high and mighty emperor is now as pathetic as a madwoman begging for her life on the roadside.

And the direction in which she knelt was directly facing the body of Ye Fan lying quietly not far away.

Immediately afterwards—

"Bang!"

Another muffled thud!

Yao Jingyuan, who had been secretly watching this side with cold and venomous eyes, suddenly felt as if a galloping warhorse had rammed into his side.

His eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his expression froze between ruthlessness and shock.

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, and he involuntarily rolled to his side, letting out a sharp and short scream.

Before the sound even landed, another force precisely kicked him in the back of the knee, forcibly turning his direction in mid-air.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound of dislocated joints rang out, and the tearing pain caused cold sweat to pour down Yao Jingyuan's forehead instantly, turning his face as white as paper.

"Thump!"

Yao Jingyuan finally knelt down heavily.

The location was just a step behind Shu Jingwei, also facing Ye Fan's body.

He opened his mouth wide, his lips trembling, but he couldn't make a sound for a moment.

"Ah—!" A moment later, a heart-wrenching scream burst from his throat, "My leg! My leg—!"

He crouched down like a shrimp, his fingers trembling as he touched his knees, which felt nothing but pain.

One in front of the other.

One ruler and one minister.

The Empress of the Great Flame Kingdom and her most favored nobleman, like a pair of prisoners, knelt before Ye Fan, whom they had murdered, in the same humble posture.

The entire Qingfeng Mountain fell into a deathly silence.

Only the mountain wind howled as it swept through the treetops, whipping up dust from the ground, and Yao Jingyuan's suppressed cries of pain and Shu Jingwei's labored breathing.

All the soldiers froze in place.

Whether it was the soldiers who had been persuaded to stop by their families, or the loyal guards who had just recovered some strength from the shockwave of the Golden Bell Shield.

At this moment, they were all frozen in place, gripping their weapons and staring in disbelief at the scene before them that had overturned their understanding of the world.

What kind of power is this?

The crowd of people who had just surged forward, wielding sickles and axes, stared wide-eyed, some even forgetting to breathe.

They looked at the once high and mighty empress, now kneeling in the dust, her hair disheveled and her face covered in blood.

And that arrogant nobleman who never looked at anyone with a second glance was now kneeling on the ground like a stray dog, trembling all over.

Then, their gazes turned to Lin Ye.

He stood there, holding the small bag in one arm, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his expression indifferent.

There was only a cold calm in those eyes, as if everything in the world was under his control.

The shock in the hearts of the people gradually transformed into a near-reverent awe.

This is the power of an immortal!

……

"Who?!"

Shu Jingwei snapped out of her pain, looked up abruptly, and scanned her surroundings frantically.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her pupils trembled with extreme anger and fear.

"Who dares to kick me?!"

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, as if it had been forced out while someone was choking her. The veins on her neck bulged, and her face turned a deep liver color from the pain and shame.

But there was no one around.

The soldiers were at least seven or eight steps away from her, looking at each other in bewilderment, none of them approaching her.

Lin Ye was more than ten steps away from her.

So, who exactly is it?

The pain in her knees and the backs of her legs burned like fire, and every heartbeat was accompanied by a piercing pain.

Her face was deathly pale, and cold sweat mixed with blood dripped down her forehead, falling into the dust and creating small craters.

What you can't see, is it a ghost? Or a demon?

"Protect...protect the Emperor!" The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, finally screaming, "Guards! Protect the Emperor!!"

She braced herself with her hands on the ground, her fingers digging into the rubble. Several of her carefully maintained nail guards broke, their sharp edges cutting her palms as she tried to stand up.

however--

"Bang!"

She had just propped up one leg when she was kicked hard in the back of the knee again!

"ah--!"

She lost her balance again as soon as she lifted herself up, and her knees slammed back to the ground.

This time, because of her forceful resistance, she knelt down even harder, the sound of her kneecaps hitting the ground mixed with the muffled thud of her joints bearing the strain, sending chills down one's spine.

The pain caused her to tremble violently, her teeth grinding together, and it took immense willpower for her to avoid curling up on the ground and letting out a wild howl.

Immediately following, a muffled thud and a cry of pain came from Yao Jingyuan's side.

He was kicked hard in the shoulder blade as he tried to get up.

That force instantly made his entire arm lose all strength.

He was kicked and fell to the ground, his cheek scraping against the gravel, the burning pain mixed with the smell of dust filling his nostrils.

Then, that force forcibly pulled him back to a kneeling position—like toying with an ant that couldn't escape its grasp.

The pain from his kneecap hitting the ground again made his vision go black, and his stomach churned, almost making him vomit.

"You bastard...!" Shu Jingwei's voice was already hoarse and filled with barely suppressed sobs. "What the hell! Get out here! Show yourself if you dare!"