After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

"Your Majesty, if the emperor breaks the law, he is subject to the same punishment as the common people. Since Ren Chennan should be punished, why can't he be beheaded?"

As the emperor's loyal eunuch, Eunuch Li naturally understood the emperor's intention. He walked up to the princess and whispered, "Princess, although the Southern Prince has made mistakes, he is also the brother of the Zhan Prince. If you deal with him lightly, it may hurt the Zhan Prince's heart and cause greater unrest."

Commander Zhang, who was always fearless, agreed: "What Eunuch Li said is true. The military tokens of the four generals are in the hands of the War King. The soldiers under his command are loyal to the War King, and their fighting power is unprecedented. Anyone who disobeys will have disastrous consequences."

Xia Yurou's voice was not loud, but every word was sonorous: "The Southern Prince is trying to seize the throne. If he is not severely punished, it is inevitable that there will be treacherous villains who will do the same thing as today in the future. Please think twice, Your Majesty."

Even though the emperor thought that what Princess Bei said made sense, he was still afraid of Prince Zhan. No one could withstand his anger.

"Commander Zhang, take the Prince of Nan back to the Prince's Palace and send more soldiers to guard it. Do not let the Prince of Nan leave the palace again."

Xia Yurou stared at the emperor, as if she could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts, but at this moment she was filled with disappointment.

Commander Zhang stepped forward and lifted up the weak King of the South.

Ren Chennan laughed triumphantly, his hideous laughter getting louder and louder. When his bloodshot eyes swept over Xia Yurou, they seemed to say, "You still can't do anything to me after all."

Looking at Ren Chennan's gradually receding back, his laughter seemed to still echo in my ears, and I felt mixed emotions.

The cold wind seemed to be much gentler in her messy thoughts, lightly brushing the ends of her hair to calm her restless heart.

"Don't be angry. Being angry will only make your loved ones sad and your enemies happy. How can I lose my composure because of my own anger?"

She smiled indifferently, as if she had let go of her worries. Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a blooming white lotus untainted by dust.

At the same time, two completely different lights and shadows, like day and night, collided violently in the void and on the ground.

The dazzling golden light was accompanied by the dragon's roar, and as the sword was swung, it seemed as if even the air was coated with a thin layer of golden light.

The black light and shadow were formed by all the hatred in the owner's heart, devouring the light around him. The terrifying energy contained in it made the grandmasters feel uneasy.

The sky seemed to be divided into two, one side was a dazzling golden world, and the other side was a deep black abyss.

Ren Chenxi, wearing a brocade royal robe, stood above the clouds. Every time he swung the imperial sword, it was accompanied by a deafening dragon roar. The sword body emitted golden light like a waterfall, tearing through the void and reflecting his resolute and unyielding face, determined to protect the peace of the people.

But Du Wenxuan was surrounded by thick black air, as if it was pouring out from the underworld, mixed with endless resentment.

His figure moved quickly in the darkness, and the whistling of air blades echoed in his ears, the deadly sharp blades transformed from air.

Those deep eyes revealed the injustice of fate and the desire to kill the enemies and revive the Western Zhou Kingdom.

The showdown between the top masters is splendid and cruel.

In the air, the golden glow of the Emperor's Sword and the sharp blade condensed from the black energy frequently intersected, shaking the air as if it was about to be torn apart.

Du Wenxuan's fist, which was surrounded by black air, cut through the air, bringing with it a series of sharp whistling sounds, and headed straight for Ren Chenxi's vital points.

The Emperor's Sword instantly glowed with golden light, easily dissolving the unstoppable punch and looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Xia Yurou tightly grasped the Fengming Sword. The sword body trembled slightly, making bursts of crisp sounds, as if resonating with her thoughts.

She stared at the battlefield tightly wrapped in black air, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved and completely swallowed up Ren Chenxi and Du Wenxuan. She could only see their figures fighting fiercely in the void.

The Fengming Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling white light, which was the heat from the Phoenix's nirvana and rebirth from the fire. She charged forward with all her strength and struck straight at the seemingly indestructible barrier.

The air seemed to be ignited, leaving a fiery trail.

Brilliant arcs of fire continuously came out from the sword, but it was still unable to penetrate the solid barrier that seemed as thin as a cicada's wing.

The scorching flames hit the black gas violently, causing bursts of roars, like the sound of chaos when the world was first created.

But her desire to protect the prince remained unchanged. She wielded the Fengming Sword vigorously, and the clear sound of the phoenix continued to ring out. It was not only the singing of the sword, but also the cry of her heart.

In this chaos intertwined with darkness and golden light, the confrontation between Ren Chenxi and Du Wenxuan became more and more intense, as if two irreconcilable forces were colliding violently in the universe.

The golden sword light was like the blazing sun breaking through the clouds. Every swing of the sword cut through the air, leaving behind a brief, brilliant trail.

The air blades surrounded by black air formed a huge net, trying to pull King Beiling into eternal darkness.

Soon, the two were separated again by a powerful energy force. Neither of them stopped, and their figures sometimes intersected and sometimes separated. The speed was so fast that only blurry light and shadow could be captured.

After fierce collisions again and again, the Emperor's Sword instantly turned into dozens of sword shadows that poured towards Du Wenxuan.

But he just snorted disdainfully, and the black energy around him condensed into a huge shield, blocking the golden sword rain from the sky. The surface of the shield trembled slightly because it could not withstand this force, and made a low roar.

Xia Yurou, who was a little tired, stood there to rest for a while, looked up at the golden light, and shouted with all her strength: "My Lord, come on! Hit him hard, this man is too bad, we must not let him continue to get away with it."

The encouragement from his beloved wife seemed to arouse his stronger fighting spirit, and his sword became more fierce. The huge dragon roar was like a real dragon descending to the world to tear the darkness to pieces.

"We should have beaten him like this a long time ago, to let him know that we in the Northern Palace are not soft persimmons that can be bullied by anyone at will."

Those words echoed in Ren Chenxi's ears like the sound of a war drum. The corners of his mouth were drawn with a helpless smile, which showed both his frank doting on Rouer and the responsibility he shouldered as a prince.

His eyes flashed, and the Dragon Emperor's energy in his body surged. The Emperor's Sword actually floated up on its own, and under the control of its master's will, it fiercely slashed at the shield condensed by black air.

Immediately afterwards, Ren Chenxi clenched his fists, and countless tiny golden dragons roared from his fists and rushed straight towards the shield.

No matter how indestructible the black shield's defense was, it would eventually reveal its fragility under the unparalleled edge of the Emperor's Sword.

The moment the tip of the sword touched the shield, the dazzling golden sword light tore a hole in the thick darkness.

The tiny golden dragon roared, penetrated the obstruction of the air, and impacted the shield with the power of the Dragon King. The violent collision caused a series of shocking dragon roars.

Spider-like cracks appeared on the surface of the black shield and spread rapidly. Black gas escaped between the cracks, like smoke burned by the scorching sun, and instantly lost its previous arrogance.

Finally, with a deafening explosion, the shield shattered and turned into countless black fragments that scattered everywhere.

Du Wenxuan's face became extremely gloomy at this moment. He had never expected that the super strong defense that he was proud of could not withstand the shocking attack of King Beiling.