The Great Dream God

On the towering city wall that seemed to reach the sky, Qingyun was filled with resentment. The surging emotions were like a boundless ocean, stirring up a storm in his heart. The city wall was towering into the clouds, like a giant dragon hovering between heaven and earth, and its majestic appearance was breathtaking. But at this moment, Qingyun's heart was as heavy as the city wall, and the flames of anger burned in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn all the injustice in the world to ashes.

Qingyun clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and his body trembled slightly from anger. The trembling was like an invisible force that seemed to tear his body apart. He roared at Princess Ziyang, "Princess Ziyang, have you ever taken the people of the Qingque clan seriously? Your so-called dignity and authority are nothing but built on the cruel oppression of us! You are like a demon in the dark, trampling on our dignity with your power!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the air, as if it was going to break through the shackles of the city wall and reach the distant sky.

Princess Ziyang didn't care. She had a contemptuous smile on her beautiful face. She raised her head slightly, and her eyes revealed a condescending attitude, as if she was a goddess overlooking everything in the world. She opened her red lips and said, "Qingyun, do you think you can do anything to me? The Qingque clan's artifact is in my hands, and you all have to obey my orders! I am the queen of this world, and you are all just my subjects!" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, but it was cold and chilling, making people shudder. She was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe with exquisite patterns embroidered on it. The gold and silver threads sparkled in the sun, as bright as stars. She wore a dazzling crown on her head, which was inlaid with countless gems. Each gem exuded a charming light, symbolizing her supreme power.

Qingyun's eyes were burning with rage, and that rage seemed to devour Princess Ziyang. He gritted his teeth and said, "You vicious woman, our Qingque tribe will never yield to you!" His voice was full of firm conviction, like a sharp sword, piercing Princess Ziyang's heart.

Princess Ziyang sneered, "Don't surrender? So what? You are just a bunch of ants. I can crush you with just a flick of my finger." Her eyes were full of disdain, as if Qingyun and others were as small as ants in her eyes.

At this moment, Qingyun shouted angrily: "Princess Ziyang, you will pay for what you have done!" His voice was like thunder, resounding through the sky and shaking the heavens and the earth. His body was like a towering mountain, standing on the city wall, exuding an irresistible majesty.

Princess Ziyang said disdainfully: "Just you?" Her eyes were full of sarcasm, as if she was mocking Qingyun's arrogance.

Qingyun suppressed his anger and said, "Princess Ziyang, your arrogance and prejudice have made the Qingque tribe unbearable. Our people yearn for freedom and equality, but you have been depriving us of our rights." His voice was full of grief and indignation, which made people feel sympathy for the Qingque tribe's plight.

Princess Zi Yang sneered, "Freedom? Equality? Those are things that you, a bunch of untouchables, don't deserve." Her laughter echoed in the air, like the ridicule of a devil, making people shudder.

Qingyun's heart was like a raging sea, and the reluctance was like an invisible force, stirring in his chest. However, for the peace and happiness of his people, he had to reluctantly choose to compromise. He slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Princess, my Qingque tribe is willing to obey your orders, but I only ask you to let our people go." His voice was full of helplessness and sadness, which made people feel sorry for him.

Princess Zi Yang laughed triumphantly: "Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier? Remember, you Qingque people will always be my slaves." Her laughter echoed in the air, making people feel extremely disgusted.

Just as Qingyun was about to admit his mistake to Princess Ziyang, suddenly, a sharp sound like thunder resounded through the sky, breaking the brief and oppressive peace. The sound was like a sharp sword, piercing the air and causing pain in the eardrums.

A series of cold flying knives streaked across the sky like meteors, rushing towards Princess Ziyang. The flying knives flashed with a cold light, as if they were messengers from the abyss of the underworld, carrying endless killing intent. The speed of the flying knives was as fast as lightning tearing through the night sky, making people dazzled, as if time had frozen at this moment, everything in the world had stopped moving, and only the flying knives were left.

Princess Ziyang exclaimed: "Who is it? How dare you sneak attack me!" Her voice was filled with fear and anger, and her pretty face became distorted at this moment.

The light of the flying knife flashed with cold murderous intent under the bright sunlight, like an invitation from the abyss of the underworld, exuding a chilling aura. The blade of the flying knife was as cold as ice, as if it could freeze a person's soul.

The speed of the flying knife was so fast that it was like lightning tearing through the night sky, making it hard to keep up. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was shrouded in the light of the flying knife. Everything became blurred, leaving only the cold murderous intent and the figure moving forward at a fast speed.

Princess Ziyang was indeed a very agile person. She jumped up quickly like a swallow and tried to catch the fatal flying knife in the air. She shouted, "It's not that easy to hurt me!" Her posture was extremely graceful, like a dancing butterfly, but at this moment, she was filled with an extremely dangerous atmosphere. Her movements were light and agile, as if she was dancing in the air, but this dance was full of the threat of death.

However, what was unexpected was that the flying knife actually split into two in mid-air, and its sharp head continued to rush towards Princess Ziyang with a thunderous force. This change shocked everyone. Princess Ziyang's face changed drastically, and she shouted in panic: "How is this possible!" Her voice was full of fear and despair, and her originally confident eyes were now filled with fear.

The flying knife was as fast as lightning, piercing her forehead accurately, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining her beautiful face red. The blood was like a blooming flower, blooming on her face, but with a cruel beauty.

At this critical moment, Bluebird suddenly appeared like a ghost. He held a sharp sword, and the sword flashed with cold light, like a cold moonlight, illuminating this dark moment. He glared at Princess Ziyang who was stabbed in the forehead by the flying knife, and shouted: "Princess Ziyang, you are a wicked person, what you have done is intolerable! You oppressed my Bluebird tribe and robbed our artifacts. Your crimes are too numerous to list! Today is the day you die!" His voice was like a gust of wind, sweeping the entire city wall, filling people's hearts with fear and awe.