"Hmph, before the spiritual throne of the ancestors, would I, Qin Yuan'an, still be unable to do anything?" Qin Yuan'an said proudly.

"Go to do it!" Ye Wuse glanced at Qin Yuan'an contemptuously.

Even if he could do something so ruthless as killing his brother to usurp the throne, how could he believe Qin Yuan'an's words? Fortunately, he had already made a blood contract in "The Imperial Way of Religiousness", and he was not afraid that Qin Yuan'an would break his promise.

Qin Yuan'an's long sword spread out and slashed towards Ye Wuse on his head. The blue holy bead between his eyebrows also shone with divine light again.

"Imperial Way, ruthless!" Ye Wuse's body was filled with golden light, and he flew up with a long sword in his hand, as if a human and a sword were united.

"Boom!" The sword light stormed, and Ye Wuse flew out like a kite with broken strings, hitting heavily on the wall, and the entire space trembled violently.

Ye Wuse slid down the wall and left a blood mark wherever he passed.

Qin Yuanan also took two steps back, but it seemed that he was not injured.

There was silence around, looking at the blood marks of blood, and Ye Wuse, who fell to the ground without knowing life and death.

Luo Enen and the fat white man were both tearful. Although Ye Wuse's sword failed to pose a decent threat to Qin Yuan'an, it also forced him back two steps. In other words, with the ruthless decision of the emperor, Ye Wuse had a chance if he wanted to escape. The reason why he stayed was entirely for them.

Gu Fenghua's heart was also cut off, but he endured the grief and tried his best to condense the holy energy and inject it into the long sword.

"It is worthy of being my Guanghua royal family's unique skills. It is indeed mysterious. Unfortunately, waste is waste. If such unique skills fall into you, it will be a waste of resources." Qin Yuan'an said contemptuously and walked towards Ye Wuse.

"I'm not dead yet, I still have two swords!" At this moment, Ye Wuse's weak voice sounded.

Qin Yuanan frowned and stopped.

"Master Xuansheng, that's all." Ye Wuse slowly stood up with his long sword.

"I underestimate you. Your qualifications are much better than your useless father." Qin Yuan'an smiled sarcastically.

"Don't insult my father!" Ye Wuse said angrily, but his voice was so hoarse.

"It's a pity that you are like him, too kind-hearted and ruthless. The so-called emphasis on love and righteousness is a good reputation for ordinary people. When was born in an imperial family, where did you get so much affection? How could you get so much righteousness?" Qin Yuan'an said sarcastically.

After saying that, he slashed down with another sword.

"Imperial Way, ruthless!" Ye Wuse gritted his teeth and flew up.

Blood beads fell down and turned into bloody threads, like a red ribbon floating up.

"Boom", with a loud bang, Ye Wuse flew backwards like before, falling heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, obviously the internal organ was severely damaged.

"You have too much concern and will never be able to understand the essence of "The Unforgiving Skills of the Imperial Way". "Qin Yuan'an took two steps back, shook his head and said, "Forget it, you are not my opponent. Don't try the last sword again. You can stop yourself. I will give them three of you a pleasure and will not let them suffer any pain.

Ye Wuse didn't speak, but just supported his body with all his strength.

Blood gushed out from under his ribs, and a piece of bone pierced the body, pierced the clothes, revealing gray bone stubble. Every time he exerted force, it would bring heart-wrenching pain, but his eyes were still so firm and so persistent.

There is also a sword. As long as you take this sword, Gu Fenghua and others can save their lives. How could he give up like this?
Chapter completed!