The improved female villains regained their memories.

Du Wanli could no longer hear.

His ears had melted, and he could only hear some indistinct sounds from Ling Tianxin.

But he still smiled.

Muddy lifted up a lump of mud; that was his hand.

One last time.

Let's travel another ten thousand miles.

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"Wanli, why do you reek of alcohol?"

"Um......"

"What good news has happened?"

"Hehe, does that mean I can't drink if there's no happy occasion?"

"Come on, everyone knows you. You always have a long face, like you have something on your mind. It's rare to see you so happy. Did you get married?"

"Getting a wife? Hahahaha, I have no interest in that. I just understand now, I understand the mountain city, I understand the goddess, and I understand myself."

"Don't even think about it. What happens in the mountain city has nothing to do with us."

"Yeah, it's okay, hahaha, we can't even see a single book or a killer move, of course it's okay!"

"But I will not accept my fate. Sooner or later I will make a name for myself, and I, Du Wanli, will be famous far and wide!"

The boy, swaying unsteadily, waved and walked toward the familiar street.

The boy, who grew up on the charity of many families, harbored a passionate dream unknown to anyone in this era when a goddess held power.

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Blood was dripping from Li Chumo's hands.

The figures drifted away, scattered in the wind.

He won, she lost.

In the end, she didn't keep them.

But her fierce attack still managed to free one of them from the formation.

Gan Jiang looked at the villains around him and knew he had nowhere to escape.

He raised his hands and said, "I surrender."

Then, he looked at Yang Pingsheng, his eyes pleading: "Let me see Mo Xie."

Chapter 495 Reversing the Heavenly Gang

Inside and outside the city, it was eerily quiet.

The once noisy ministers fell silent like ostriches. One by one, the celestial beings supported by the royal family appeared, and no one dared to make a move.

The wind swept through the imperial city, rustling the quiet palace walls.

The door creaked open automatically, a gentle breeze ruffled Song Panning's clothes, and occasional flashes of blue light peeked from her sleeves. The shadowy world above the dome gradually faded away, and the pale sunlight fell on her face.

She looked straight ahead at the open palace gates, glancing at the guards around her who dared not raise their heads, and rubbed Qingtian's head inside her sleeve.

The door opened, and Xu Baxian stood there with the three immortals.

His tall figure cast a reflection. He suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed slightly, saying, "Sir."

The three celestial beings followed his example and dared not be negligent.

As Song Panning watched, streaks of light appeared from her fingertips.

She slowly clenched her fists, her blood rushing through her veins, her heart pounding, and her calm eyes could no longer conceal the flames of ambition.

"very good......"

She walked step by step, facing the figure that seemed much taller than her: "Now that the Heaven-Slaying Formation is complete, the Origin of Heaven is ours. From now on, this capital city will be our foundation. With my help, the Crown Prince will no longer be able to compete with you for power."

What's the point of knowing a bunch of bookish old fogies?

This is a world of immortals, where powerful personal strength is the foundation of power; without strength as a support, it is all empty talk.

This principle has been proven by her ancestor, Song Qihao.

Without the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, it wouldn't matter what kind of wife Song Qihao married or what kind of influential people he knew; only by possessing great personal strength could he reach the pinnacle of power.

“There is indeed no need to worry about the Crown Prince,” Xu Baxian said calmly. “He is not what I am worried about right now.”

Song Panning did not answer. She walked over calmly, patted Xu Baxian's shoulder, and her voice drifted into his ears.

"That depends on your skills."

The sunlight was so bright that it was enough to envelop the entire city, with no shadows to block it.

No one can ignore it.

Where the sunlight shines, all villains have nowhere to hide; shadows cower under the eaves; the empty city dares not make a sound.

The temperature suddenly rose, and a figure as red as the sun descended from the sky, landing in the Imperial Palace's Shanglin Garden.

Xu Anlu deactivated her killing move, separated from Xu Anyin, and her hair returned to black.

Her mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts, and her face was clouded with uncertainty. No one could see through her feelings at that moment. But when she came to her senses, Ying was already standing next to her.

"How is the situation?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, we have brought the people of the capital under control, and all twelve zodiac animals have been mobilized to guard the palace."

Xu An remained silent, keeping to himself. Xu Anlu listened quietly, occasionally asking a question.

Seeing that the time was right, Yingti said, "The Fourth Prince is at the palace gate."

Xu Anlu nodded, seemingly unconcerned, and walked step by step toward the main hall of the palace.

She asked, "Have the officials not dispersed yet?"

Ying followed his footsteps and said, "No, they don't dare to move."

"it is good."

As one battle ended, another began, with neither side stopping in their tracks as they both rushed toward the center of power in the imperial city.

The once noisy hall was now filled with officials standing below, none of whom dared to speak.

The ministers did not breathe a sigh of relief because of the commotion outside; on the contrary, they became even more nervous.

Calmness is never true calm, but rather a brief period of tranquility before the storm. Everyone understands that at this level, traditional politics can no longer resolve the situation.

The crown prince appointed by the emperor has been eliminated, and the Protectorate Sect has been defeated and retreated. Now it is a struggle between the princes and princesses.

One is the fourth prince supported by the villain, and the other is the third princess of the villain himself. Under normal circumstances, the former would undoubtedly have a much greater advantage than the latter.

After all, the Third Princess was a princess, not a prince, and had already been demoted to a commoner, so she shouldn't have been qualified to fight for power.

Everyone knows it, but no one dares to say it.

People felt an eerie silence, their breathing quickened, their legs went weak, and the heat and cold mingled, with no one knowing which was more intense.

Some people secretly glanced at the emperor above, trying to figure out what he was thinking, but the emperor remained as calm as ever.

This time, Fang Wu stepped forward and stood beside the emperor.

He secretly transmitted his voice to Xu Weibang, saying, "The orc army outside is still there, surrounding the capital."

Xu Weibang nodded without saying anything.

Perhaps he also wanted to see how this play would end.

The fourth prince was the first to enter the hall.

He was clad in armor, his left hand resting on the sword at his waist. The jade and gold threads on the scabbard accentuated his resolute face, which remained expressionless, much like his father, the emperor, who sat above him.

Inside the magnificent palace, sunlight streamed through the window lattices, dappling the golden floor tiles with shimmering light. The Fourth Prince walked with steady, powerful steps, his figure moving slowly down the long corridor, each step seemingly striking a chord in the hearts of his courtiers.

Entering the palace with a sword and shoes openly violates royal etiquette and can be considered treason.

But no one dared to say it.

Because the fourth prince was followed by three celestial beings, the aura of the immortals was so powerful that even the noblest mortals had to bend over.

As the fourth prince walked step by step into the hall, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The courtiers lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, their breathing becoming increasingly cautious, a mixture of awe and unease about the future.

The fourth prince suddenly stopped and turned to the side. The three celestial beings behind him followed his movement and made way for him.

Song Panning walked over slowly.

The hall was silent, with only a few hissing sounds coming from the goddess's sleeves. When Song Panning walked to her side, Xu Baxian turned around and knelt on one knee before the emperor.

Xu Weibang looked at him calmly and asked, "My son, what do you intend to do?"

Xu Baxian remained silent.

But it also seems like I've said everything.

He didn't answer, but Song Panning spoke up: "Xu Weibang, thank you for your royal family's help to me."

She addressed the emperor by his given name without any politeness: "The Heavenly Guardian Sect is our common enemy, so I would like to ask you for another favor."

The courtiers were all filled with fear. No one knew what kind of anger the emperor had in his face, and they didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

In reality, Xu Weibang showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever, nor did Fang Wu, who was standing beside him protecting the royal family.

What do you want me to help you with?

"I think......"

Before she could finish speaking, flames began to burn along the base of the wall.

The courtiers felt the temperature rise and sweat break out on their backs; some terrifying presence had entered the hall.

Flames, like threads, emanated from Xu Anlu as she stepped into the flames.

A fiery red soul floated above her, like her guardian spirit.

A deafening silence shattered Song Panning's unfinished words. She tilted her head slightly, looked at the other person, and smiled: "You're back. Did the pursuit go smoothly?"