Wu Tai drew his Long Sword, blood splattering across his face, reflecting a sinister pleasure.
"I have slain the Demon Queen!"
"Have you?"
Suddenly, Wu Tai felt a cold sensation on his neck, and then he felt as if he were soaring through the clouds; he was unexpectedly flung out of the Phoenix Palace.
He looked down at the green Long Sword resting on his neck, and turned his head in shock to see Lin Yuan holding him:
"You're still alive?"
"Second Prince, I never thought you would hate me this much, why?"
Lin Yuan's voice carried a note of pain, though it was unclear whether it was from injury or heartache.
Wu Tai laughed coldly: "You have controlled the West Imperial Dynasty, deceiving my father and us for years, even Wu Yiren is not my father's biological daughter. With such actions, do you still expect me to cherish you?"
Lin Yuan flew on with him, her voice slightly warmer:
