Junior sister took first place again

After the inner demon finished speaking, Ning Jiasheng drew his sword and rushed forward without reservation.

It was noon, and the sunlight inside the Golden Palace was dazzling, but this place was dark and filled with evil spirits.

The battle between the inner demon and Ning Jiasheng unfolded fiercely, with sword shadows and demonic energy intertwining and colliding on the top of the dim imperial city.

Ning Jiasheng's figure flashed, darting past like a gust of wind. The Emperor's Sword, with a piercing sound, pierced the Inner Demon's vitals like lightning. The Inner Demon remained calm, spun around, easily avoiding the sword's edge. At the same time, he struck back with a sword, swirling with black energy, like a venomous snake, piercing Ning Jiasheng's chest.

Ning Jiasheng's sword tip trembled, transforming into tiny cold stars that intercepted the strange sword like a meteor. Then, the sword's momentum changed, sweeping through the army like a hurricane. The sword's light was like a silver dragon, slashing towards the inner demon's waist. The inner demon sneered, his body rising and falling, like a ghost, weaving in and out of the sword light, avoiding Ning Jiasheng's attack.

Seeing this, Ning Jiasheng changed his sword technique again. The tip of the sword trembled, and countless sword shadows were transformed, encircling the inner demon like a dragnet. A trace of solemnity flashed in the inner demon's eyes. He gathered power in his left hand, and the demonic energy was like two black dragons, colliding with Ning Jiasheng's sword shadows, making a dense explosion.

The battle between the two intensified. Ning Jiasheng's swordsmanship was agile, sometimes swift like a dragon, sometimes as fierce as a tiger, each strike carrying a fierce killing intent. The inner demon countered him with the same Lingxiao Peak swordsmanship, sometimes elusive like a ghost, surrounded by a black aura that completely disrupted the airflow within his domain.

Seeing that he could not take the enemy down after a long attack, Ning Jiasheng made up his mind and ignored the invasion of evil spirit. The spiritual power in his body surged like a raging tide. The light on the Emperor's Sword became brighter, and he swung the sword like a rainbow piercing the sun. The sword energy was like a rainbow, soaring into the sky.

The inner demon's face darkened, he formed seals with his hands, and hung the sword in front of him. The demonic energy gathered into a huge shield, as indestructible as a city wall, and blocked Ning Jiasheng's sword energy.

The sword energy collided with the black shield, causing a deafening roar that resounded through heaven and earth like thunder. The air waves rolled, twisting the surrounding air like a pretzel.

Ning Jiasheng and the inner demon each retreated a few steps, and both of their eyes revealed recognition of each other's strength.

Ning Jiasheng took a deep breath and charged forward once more. The sword flashed, streaking across the sky like a meteor, striking directly at the inner demon. The inner demon refused to back down, surging with black energy as it engaged Ning Jiasheng in a fierce battle. The two figures raced through the realm at lightning speed, the sword light and black energy interplaying in a breathtaking battle scene.

At this time, the court reception ceremony had already begun. The officials of Ning State, led by the newly promoted Minister of Personnel and Ning Hui, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times in turn.

After the Ningguo officials finished the kneeling ceremony, it was the turn of the envoys from various countries to pay their respects. After the ceremony, the accession edict was issued, a general amnesty was granted, and the emperor's title was determined.

By then, the dust will basically be settled.

Daxia is a great power on par with Ningguo, and the envoys from Daxia will be the first to come out to offer congratulations later, but until now, the anxiously waiting people have not received any news from His Highness Zhaohua.

As all the officials of Ningguo stood up, they all looked towards the envoys from Daxia, intentionally or unintentionally. An imperceptible atmosphere of anxiety permeated the huge crowd.

Xue Wuying also looked over at Daxia from above. Everything had been going smoothly so far, and his tense spirit had relaxed a lot.

The leader of the Daxia envoys closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "It seems that we have to take the worst possible approach."

Then he opened his eyes and strode forward. He stood in the hall with his head held high and said in a voice like a bell: "We have come from afar to congratulate you, but we still have doubts in our hearts. I heard that when the late emperor was in power, although the fourth prince Ningyuan was of royal blood, he was not favored by the Dragon Court. The general Ji Yuan rebelled, and the late emperor was forced to die. The fourth prince was late to rescue him, and this is known to the world. Although the general was beheaded by the prince, the counselors hastily supported him. I wonder if the late emperor had any will to pass the throne to the fourth prince?" His words were full of calmness and seriousness.

The moment he saw this man standing in the hall, Xue Wuying had a bad feeling. But since he had already spoken, questioning the legitimacy of his succession, Xue Wuying could only let him finish with a gloomy face, otherwise he would appear guilty and would only confirm the rumors.

Now after hearing what he said, Xue Wuying's anger was almost turning into substance, but he had already adjusted his expression.

He spoke slowly and calmly, "The late emperor suffered misfortune. Although I arrived late, I was able to slay the traitor. My advisors and ministers recognized my ability to defeat the enemy and govern the country, and therefore supported me. Since ascending the throne, I have toiled day and night, hoping only to live up to the late emperor's expectations and the trust of the people."

The envoy remained unmoved and pressed the issue, "Although the prince's words are correct, without a will to prove them, how can you convince the world? Since ancient times, the succession of the throne has always been orderly. How can we disrupt the great order because of a momentary achievement?"

Xue Wuying had already torn this man into pieces in his heart, but his face remained calm. "I know what worries you, but the interests of the country are not the interests of one person. Although I do not have the late emperor's handwritten will, I have his will, the people's expectations, and the support of my ministers. I will implement benevolent policies and govern with virtue to show the world. My position is the destiny of heaven."

The envoy continued, "Your Highness, this is wrong. If the late emperor's wish is to be carried out, the emperor's sixth daughter, Princess Zhaohua, should be chosen. She has been a cherished heir since childhood and is deeply beloved by His Majesty the Ning Emperor. Princess Zhaohua..."

"absurd!"

"enough!"

Within the domain, the inner demon saw that chaos was brewing below him just before he ascended the throne, and secretly cursed Xue Wuying as a waste.

She couldn't wait that long, so her inner demon decided to go all out and forcibly separate Tianzi Sword and Ning Jiasheng.