It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Just as she took a cautious step forward, Xiao Huai also walked in slowly.

His pace was completely different from Xuan Ji's. He walked in a leisurely and calm manner, as if he was unaware of the murderous aura and pressure here.

"You really dare to come."

King Zhou finally spoke, his tone hinting at a chill.

Xiao Huai didn't care about the chill that was penetrating his bones. He whispered to himself, "The way you look now reminds me of some people."

King Zhou's interest was piqued. "Oh? Who is it?"

"Some poor soul on Redemption Island."

The Island of Atonement holds a replica of the legendary resurrection item, attracting countless people to visit, but also causing countless lives to be lost there.

People cannot be resurrected after death. This is the original truth.

However, the existence of resurrection items makes people excited and hopeful, but it also makes many people crazy and even insane.

Among these people, there is no absolute definition of madness or sanity.

There is only a vague line.

"You said... I am pitiful?"

King Zhou's voice was low, and the temperature in the palace dropped a few degrees.

"Well, yes, you are pathetic."

Xiao Huai raised his chin slightly, his tone calm and almost indifferent, but with a power that struck people's hearts.

In the entire hall, even the flickering of the candlelight seemed to have slowed down. Everything was suppressed to the point of suffocation in this silent confrontation.

Xiao Huai uttered a word softly, his voice not loud, but it exploded like thunder in the empty hall:

"If Concubine Yu could see all this, what would she say?"

As soon as the words fell, the candlelight in the hall suddenly trembled, as if an invisible force enveloped the space.

The air became stagnant and a chill filled the air.

King Zhou stood there in a daze, his pupils slightly contracted. As if he sensed something, he slowly turned his head.

The scene in the hall changed in an instant.

He saw a towering city wall. The wind swept across the sky, and the cold air was filled with the faint smell of burning war.

On the city wall, a woman stood in the wind, wearing a simple dress, her face pale, but with a heart-wrenching calmness.

She turned around and looked into the distance with soft eyes, as if she wanted to remember everything, but then waved goodbye gently.

She smiled, a faint smile but with a silent farewell, like white plum blossoms blooming in the cold wind.

The voice was as light as a wisp of wind and reached the ears of King Zhou:

"May Your Majesty cast off all restraints and shine for eternity, without having to worry about me anymore."

At this moment, King Zhou's heart suddenly shrank, as if it was tightly grasped by something, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to get closer and grab that figure.

But the next moment, everything disappeared.

The hall returned to its original state, and the moonlight illuminated King Zhou's pale face.

After a while, he almost stumbled towards Xiao Huai, his voice trembling and losing its former majesty:

"How did you do that? Let me see it again!"

Xiao Huai frowned slightly, and a complex emotion appeared in his eyes.

This was just an illusion he created with the power of nightmare.

But even such a brief illusion could make King Zhou deeply trapped?

Having gotten too deep into the game, King Zhou was beyond help.

He lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Didn't you notice? That's fake."

"No, that's not it. That's Yu Fei, that's it!"

Like a whine squeezed out of the throat.

King Zhou's face was gloomy and his expression switched back and forth between madness and despair.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly and pulled out the long sword at his side. A cold light flashed, and murderous aura rushed towards Xiao Huai.

"You are lying to me! Who the hell are you? I'm going to kill you right now!"

Xiao Huai narrowed his eyes and stepped back slightly.

King Zhou roared and swung his sword. The long sword broke through the air with a force that could not be ignored.

However, the sword blade only barely cut through Xiao Huai's figure. He turned his feet slightly and avoided the fatal blow.

King Zhou was furious and swung out several more swords. The sword tips drew sharp arcs in the air, but none of them hit the target.

Xiao Huai's movements were as smooth as flowing water. He accurately avoided King Zhou's attacks every time, without even the corners of his robe being touched.

King Zhou was breathing heavily, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

The hand that swung the sword trembled slightly, and he had obviously sensed Xiao Huai's extraordinaryness.

Xiao Huai looked at King Zhou. He could actually make King Zhou indulge in the dream he wanted from then on.

King Zhou continued to attack, and the shadows of swords and figures intertwined like a storm.

Xiao Huai's body was as agile as a ghost. He always retreated or turned sideways at the moment when the sword was about to touch him, avoiding every attack just in time.

His expression remained calm, even with a hint of coldness and distance.

In his eyes, King Zhou's madness was just a meaningless vent.

Xiao Huai raised his eyes slightly and said in a low voice:

"You still don't understand?"

King Zhou froze for a moment, then swung his sword even more angrily, "What do you understand? Ha, whatever I want, I can get! I am the Son of Heaven!!"

He didn't believe that he would lose, and he didn't believe that his strength was unable to touch the person in front of him.

He chopped and thrust madly, his movements becoming more and more violent, but every sound of his sword missing was like an invisible mockery.

Gradually, King Zhou's breathing became rapid and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

His arms were shaking from exerting too much force, his fingers gripping the sword had lost their initial stability, and his steps became unsteady.

King Zhou finally couldn't hold on any longer, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his knees fell heavily to his knees.

He lowered his head, gasping for breath, and looked exhausted and disheveled, as if he had been fished out of the water.

At this time, a figure slowly walked out from the darkness outside the hall.

Jiang Fu's figure gradually appeared.

His eyes swept over the kneeling King Zhou and then fell on Xiao Huai.

"Marquis Qinglan, did you come here specially to see King Zhou in this state to laugh at him?" Jiang Fu asked softly, and finally laughed out loud.

Xiao Huai turned his head, his expression not mocking at all, but rather showing a sense of calmness and composure.

He shook his head and said slowly: "I came here not to laugh at him, but to wait for you."

Jiang Fu's smile froze slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes:

"wait for me?"

Xiao Huai nodded, a hint of certainty in his red eyes.

He looked around and said, "This play will eventually come to an end, and this is the stage."

Jiang Fu was stunned for a moment, then an unfathomable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes swept across Xiao Huai like a knife, and his voice was low and dangerous: "So, did you write this play?"

Xiao Huai did not answer immediately. In the next moment, a bright light suddenly appeared behind him.

It was a marvelous sight of diamonds and flames intertwined.

Countless black diamonds appeared in the air, burning with brilliant flames. They surrounded Xiao Huai like stars, and each one emitted a dazzling light that was impossible to look directly at.

As the flames leaped, the light reflected from the diamonds made the entire hall look dreamy, yet chilling.