After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Once the thought came to her mind, her legs seemed to be driven by an invisible force, full of motivation to move forward.

Shen Bingning took two steps at a time and hurried to the martial arts training ground. Before she could catch her breath, the two people on the stage had already dressed up, and a tense duel was about to begin.

"Look! Get the melon seeds ready, let's eat and watch!"

She blurted out, with a hint of impatience in her tone.

Lu Zhong, who was standing aside, needed no words and had already taken out the melon seeds he had prepared in advance from his sleeves tacitly.

Shen Bingning found a position with an excellent view, and while cracking melon seeds skillfully, she watched the battle with great interest and asked Lu Zhong, "Who do you think will be the final winner?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhong's face changed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head and replied respectfully: "My lady, I dare not make any assumptions..."

Shen Bingning waved her hand gently and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, there are only you and me here, just tell me your thoughts quietly."

Lu Zhong hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I think that General Shangguan has been on the battlefield for a long time, so his strength should not be underestimated..."

After Shen Bingning heard this, she nodded slightly to show her agreement: "I think so too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people on the stage had already pointed their swords at each other, the shadows of the swords intertwined, and an extremely fierce duel officially began.

As if feeling Shen Bingning's gaze, Xiao Yi tapped the ground with his toes and soared into the air like an arrow. The sword in his hand drew circles of dazzling light in the air, like the brightest meteor in the night sky, dazzling and eye-catching.

Xiao Yi's swordsmanship was smooth and flowing, with sword shadows flying around like a silver dragon dancing in the night sky, pointing directly at Shangguan Yi's vital points. Every move and every stroke revealed a power that should not be underestimated.

Shangguan Yi's swordsmanship was as majestic as mountains and rivers, and every move and stroke contained tremendous force. However, he was facing the almighty emperor after all, and the awe in his heart was like a huge rock pressing on his chest.

This forced him to hold back his edge when attacking. This master of swordsmanship, who had always swept the battlefield with thunderous force, could only helplessly turn his fierce offensive into cautious defense.

Perhaps this was just an illusion in his mind. After all, it was just an ordinary duel, but every sword of Xiao Yi seemed to be pointed at his vital points accurately, as if he could see through every tiny flaw of his.

People often say that the emperor's mind is like the weather in June, changing at any time. If you accidentally anger him, even your nine clans will not be able to escape disaster.

Shangguan Yi couldn't help but speculate in his heart, could it be that today's competition was actually a veiled warning and punishment from the Emperor for his recent incompetence?

Such thoughts swirled in his mind, but before he could think it over carefully, Xiao Yi's attack was like the endless spring rain, dense and sharp. Every clash of swords was accompanied by a cold and sharp sound. Amid the rapid changes of light and shadow, Shangguan Yi could only vaguely see the other party's deep dark eyes, like an evil spirit from the depths of the underworld, with a fascinating power, trying to devour his entire soul.

At first, Shangguan Yi still held out a glimmer of hope, thinking that as long as he could let Xiao Yi vent his anger, the matter would come to an end.

However, he obviously underestimated the other party's determination and perseverance.

After defending for about a quarter of an hour, Xiao Yi's sword power not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became even more determined. Every sword revealed a determination to never give up until the goal was achieved.

Shangguan Yi pursed his lips, and beads of sweat rarely appeared on his forehead. He knew that it was not a good idea to continue defending like this, and he had to find an opportunity to counterattack.

After another round of violent attacks, a hint of barely perceptible fatigue finally showed on Xiao Yi's face. He gently turned the sword, as if he was gathering strength for the next round of more violent attacks.

In this split second, an imperceptible flaw was revealed as the sword turned, and this subtle change was immediately captured by Shangguan Yi's eagle-like sharp eyes.

He had an idea and decided to end the battle quickly. The tip of the sword suddenly pointed at Xiao Yi's left rib, intending to stop at the right time and then close the sword with the hilt to show his gentlemanly demeanor.

However, things are unpredictable. At this moment, Xiao Yi actually moved forward and happened to meet the sword that was about to be retracted.

Eunuch Li, who was standing not far from the two men, saw this scene and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Your Majesty——"

Shangguan Yi was as if awakened from a dream, horrified, and quickly drew back his sword, kneeling on the ground. In the dust, his voice trembled: "I was reckless for a moment and accidentally hurt Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to forgive my unintentional mistake."

In extreme panic, Shangguan Yi secretly glanced at Xiao Yi, only to see the corners of the other's mouth slightly raised. There was an indescribable coldness hidden in that smile, which made people shudder.

Xiao Yi covered his wound with his hand, and his slender fingers gently touched the crack, which was stained with blood, like a bunch of ferocious red plum blossoms blooming at his fingertips and dripping onto the bluestone slabs under his feet, drop by drop, sound by sound, gradually gathering into a thin stream, dyeing the hard stone slabs with the color of life.

Defeat seemed to be a foregone conclusion, but he kept his back straight and his head held high. There was no trace of frustration in his deep eyes. Instead, they flashed with a kind of indifference that transcended victory or defeat, like a winner looking down on everyone.

Shen Bingning's heart was deeply gripped by this sudden change. She suddenly came back to her senses from the shock, and remembered her duties as the queen. She hurriedly took a step forward, her skirt swaying, her face full of worry: "Your Majesty, how are you?! Someone come quickly, please ask the imperial physician to come quickly!" There was unquestionable anxiety in her voice, and the worry in her eyes flowed slowly like melting snow in spring.

Watching Xiao Yi's face gradually losing color and becoming as pale as paper, Shen Bingning's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable.

The crowd around was thrown into chaos by this sudden change, except Shangguan Yi, who knelt on the ground, motionless, his eyes full of self-blame and regret, as if every second of silence was the harshest punishment for his heart.

The corners of Xiao Yi's eyes raised slightly, his gaze wandering between Shen Bingning and Shangguan Yi. His thin lips opened slightly, and every word he spoke was like ice in winter, cold and resolute: "Come, take Shangguan Yi away and sentence him to death." These four words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone present. Shangguan Yi raised his head in disbelief, looking at the emperor who easily decided life and death, his eyes full of astonishment and despair.

Is it necessary to pay the price of one's life just because of carelessness in a martial arts competition and accidentally injuring the emperor?

Shangguan Yi's thoughts were like fallen leaves in the wind, chaotic and disorganized. His rough hands dug into the soil, leaving deep marks.

He recalled the past, those days of life and death on the battlefield.