In the plaza of the Imperial Clan Court!
"Qin Baijun, why is the divine soul of the Sacred Sword in your hands?"
"Do you want to know?" Qin Baijun asked indifferently as he raised his head to look at Prince Yi Feng, who was exuding a strong killing intent.
"Speak!" Prince Yi Feng roared with an ashen face as he forcibly suppressed the surging killing intent in his body.
"Why don't you let the owner of the divine soul of the Sacred Sword tell you personally?"
Qin Baijun cut his right palm and allowed the blood to drip onto the sword-shaped accessory.
When the first drop of blood fell onto the accessory and quickly merged with it, the purple clouds above the Imperial Clan Court suddenly trembled.
As more and more blood merged with the accessory, the purple clouds trembled more and more violently. Suddenly, a ray of purple light separated from the purple clouds.
Immediately after, the purple light quickly separated from the purple clouds and returned to Xianyang City.
The purple clouds that were missing a ray of purple light instantly paled in color.
Moreover, everyone could clearly feel that the power sealing the Imperial Clan Court had weakened a little.
When the number of rays of purple light that had separated reached six, the purple clouds above the Imperial Clan Court instantly exploded and the remaining six rays of purple light returned to their respective positions.
At the same time, the power sealing the Imperial Clan Court completely disappeared.
At this moment, everyone's attention was immediately focused on the sword floating in the void above.
"Your Majesty!" Meng Zhengkai reminded softly when he saw Emperor Qin with his hands behind his back and no intention of withdrawing the sword.
"The Sacred Sword is no longer under my control!" Emperor Qin replied indifferently.
Emperor Qin didn't reveal any trace of anger or reluctance after losing two supreme grade swords that could contend against two supreme grade swords at the same time. This puzzled everyone present.
Only Prince Yi Feng, who truly understood the relationship between Emperor Qin, the sword, and the accessory, saw that Emperor Qin's eyes were much less unconvinced and unwilling, and more regretful and apologetic.
Qin Baijun retracted his bleeding right palm and glanced at the accessory in his left hand before tossing it into the air.
When the sword floating in the void above the Imperial Clan Court sensed the sword-shaped accessory being tossed over, it rushed down like lightning and quickly collided with the accessory.
There was no sound of collision. The sword-shaped accessory quickly merged into the sword.
Then, a terrifying aura comparable to that of Emperor Wu's severed hand enveloped the entire Imperial Clan Court.
Meng Zhengkai and the others, who had finally escaped from the pressure of Emperor Wu's broken arm, had no choice but to submit to the sword's terrifying aura and kneel down again.
However, there were four people who did not kneel.
The first one was Emperor Qin with his hands behind his back.
The sword gave off a terrifying aura, and when it reached Emperor Qin's head, an intense Emperor's might caused the terrifying aura to avoid Emperor Qin.
The second one was Qin Baijun, who had fallen to the ground.
When the sword's terrifying aura reached Qin Baijun's head, the sword-shaped accessory that had fused with the sword immediately emitted a gentle power.
This gentle energy not only caused the terrifying aura to avoid Qin Baijun, but it also allowed him to recover the soul power and origin energy that he had lost.
Seeing Qin Baijun stand up again, Prince Yi Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, revealed a strong hatred and killing intent in his eyes.
Qin Baijun turned a blind eye to this and raised his head to look at the sword.
The third one was Xu Hongwen, who had a smile on his face.
When the sword's terrifying aura reached Xu Hongwen's head, a faint gray energy rose from his body and resisted the pressure of the terrifying aura, allowing him to look at the sword with a smile on his face.
However, what truly shocked everyone present was Yu Haoran, who also had his hands behind his back and was staring at the sword with a cold expression.
Emperor Qin was able to stand because of his many years of companionship, which made the sword see him as one of its own.
Qin Baijun was able to stand because his blood had fused with the Sacred Sword's divine soul, which had activated the sword's power, so it also saw him as one of its own.
Xu Hongwen was able to stand because of his powerful strength, which allowed him to resist the pressure of the aura.
However, when the terrifying aura faced Yu Haoran, it was like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Yu Haoran, you now have two choices!"
In his sea of consciousness, he used the essence of the tortoise shell to forcefully activate a ten-thousandth of the Víctor's power. After completely scaring away the sword's aura, he spoke with a grave expression.
"Speak!" Yu Haoran said.
"The first choice is to temporarily give up on killing Qin Baijun and immediately leave the Imperial Clan Court and Xianyang City."
"Impossible!" Without any consideration, Yu Haoran flatly refused.
With the help of the Thaling's possession technique and the power of the laws of time, he had destroyed two ancestors of the Wang family, causing his reputation to reach the peak. He had also dispelled the thoughts of some people who wanted to help Qin Baijun.
Using the temptation of the Five Lives Profound Gate Pill on the Meng family's ancestor Meng Zhengkai, he had completely suppressed all the Martial Sages in the Imperial Clan Court, allowing him to deal with Qin Baijun alone.
Using the broken body and hand of the Qing Ju Emperor Wu and the Prime Venerable Realm Natal Celestial Artifact, he had defeated Qin Baijun's strongest trump card.
Moreover, Thaling had used a trace of the Víctor's power to scare away the sword that had reached the Emperor Realm.
Now was the best time to kill Qin Baijun, eliminate the inner demon, and fulfill his promise to Qin Lingfei. How could he be willing to give up?
Hearing this, the Tower Spirit was not surprised at all and gave the second option.
"The second choice is that I will take the risk of falling into a deep sleep and use your physical body to forcibly activate the Víctor to directly destroy the Divine Sword in the sword."
"Why?" Faced with the second choice given by Thaling, Yu Haoran was very puzzled.
"Because …!"
Before Thaling could finish his explanation, he was directly interrupted by a purple-clothed woman who appeared beside the sword.
How should he put it?
The purple-clothed woman who appeared beside the sword looked like a 17 or 18-year-old girl in terms of appearance and figure.
However, the aura exuding from her body and the calmness and rationality in her eyes gave people a feeling that she had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
However, what really shocked Yu Haoran was that …
The terrifying aura that could suppress more than a dozen Quasi-Martial Venerables was very docile in front of the purple-clothed woman.
"Meng Zhengkai pays his respects to the Empress Dowager. I wish the Empress Dowager good health."
"Li Zehao pays his respects to …!"
"…!"
Just as Yu Haoran was looking at the purple-clothed woman who appeared beside the sword, Meng Zhengkai and the others, who had also noticed the purple-clothed woman, hurriedly saluted her in a loud voice.
"Greetings to the Empress Dowager!" Emperor Qin went down on one knee and also saluted her.
Only Qin Baijun, who had regained his peak strength, softly called out her name with tenderness in his eyes.
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